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Jacob asked, hope filling his voice. I did the mental math as quickly as possible. I could still apply for my jobs and do this. In fact, I would do just about anything to do this again. “Yes, that would be perfect.” Jacob grinned and he offered me his hand to stand up from the bench. I didn't want him to let go, but I knew I would need to go home eventually. “Your ten minutes are up,” Tommy announced, walking up boldly. “I can give you another ten if you want...”

No rehearsed poetry. Just truth. "I choose you," Damon uttered in a quiet, firm voice that he uses when speaking to a single individual rather than a group of people and does not need loudness to convey his message. "In both peace and conflict. both in shade and in brightness. as an equal to me. as my power. as my heart. My eyes burned with tears. I kept them from falling. Not yet. There was more to say first. My voice did not tremble when I said, "I choose you," which shocked me a little because my entire chest was trembling. "As my home, my partner and my Alpha. The Moon gives me each life. in any storm that has the audacity to attack us."

"Repeatedly. Without guarantee. Possibly love." "Good." Dante picked up his sketchbook, opened it to a blank page. "That's good, Avery. That's—" He stopped, the pencil moving, the translation of feeling into line that was his only honest communication. "That's what you deserve. Someone who chooses. Someone who doesn't need to be needed. Someone—" He stopped, the sketch emerging, her face, glowing, becoming. "Someone who isn't me." "You're my brother," she said. The word emerging, unplanned, the category they'd avoided, the default they'd rejected, now chosen. "Step. Chosen. Earned. Learning."

“I was broken before I ever understood what I was becoming. Torn between worlds that hated each other. Between powers that should have destroyed me.” My chest tightens. “But I didn’t break.” I lift my chin. “I was remade.” The wind stirs. The flowers at my feet glow brighter. “And in every version of me, every piece they tried to take, every part I had to rebuild…” My gaze softens as it returns to them. “I find my way back to you.” My voice steadies. “And I choose you.” A breath. “And I choose me.” The bond answers. It doesn’t flare. It erupts.

With love, comes happiness. Though it lasted for no more than two months, I found comfort laying beside Sin in the morning. The past is in the past. This is a new beginning. A new life. I have been reborn. I have been given a second chance to choose my soulmate. Last time I chose someone else. This time, I will choose the one who has been destined for me. “You've asked me to choose, and I have chosen. What else do you want from me?” I ask him.

he says, and I gasp before smacking his arm lightly. His eyes begin to blaze with desire again, and my hands start to travel over his toned shirt-less muscles. "You were chosen as my mate. I trust our Goddess, Logan. My mother always told me to choose my mate over everything else. When you rejected me, I felt like I had to walk away and find my new path in life...that doesn't matter now. I'm ready to begin our rightful journey. Mate me, Logan. Make me your Luna, and let's begin fresh," I whisper, and he kisses me.

The man whispered: Choose. Your life... or Lyra's. Kael froze. If you die, she survives. If you live... she dies. Lyra stared at him. Don't listen. Kael looked at her. His eyes filled with tears. I love you. I love you too. Then he smiled. I'm sorry. He turned toward the man. I choose neither. The man frowned. What? Kael raised his sword. I choose us. The sword pierced his own chest.

For a heartbeat, no one moves. Then wolves drop to one knee. Not in fear. In recognition. “Hail the true Alpha,” someone calls. “Hail Selene,” another answers. “Hail the chosen mates.” The chant rolls through the territory, powerful and alive. I turn to Liam, tears streaming freely now. “I didn’t know it would feel like this,” I whisper. He cups my face, resting his forehead against mine. “I did,” he says softly. “Because I chose you long before the moon ever spoke.”

he said quietly. “What importance?” “You were chosen.” The room fell silent and my chest tightened unexpectedly because beneath all the chaos and pain and rejection, that was still true, wasn’t it? The Goddess had chosen me, even if Adrian hadn’t, even if the bond broke and even if nobody else understood why. Kael stood then, drawing me out of my thoughts immediately. “You need rest,” he said. “That sounds suspiciously like an order.” “It is.” I sighed dramatically. “You really do hate joy.”

“But Haven Lynch, my wife, the love of my life, I don’t want to ever live a day without being mine... really mine. I want you to choose me because I choose you. I want to give you the wedding you deserve and make up for the first time. Would you do me the honor of marrying me again and becoming Haven Evans?” “Yes!” I exclaimed through a sob as tears of joy flooded down my cheeks. He was already mine, and this time, it was us choosing it, not being forced into it. "It has never been a choice for me, Ben. I knew you were the one for me from the first day I met you. I would love to marry you again. I choose you, too, and I will choose you every day for the rest of our lives."