Choose Me Novel Ayla Novels & Stories

I realized then that we were both in the same boat—two women loving men who were too tied to their titles to choose us. "The warrior Selection is in two days," I said, my voice hardening. "The twins are going to show the pack what they're made of. And I think... I think it’s time I show Gabriel what he’s actually throwing away." I left Aria’s room afterwards with a fire in my gut that had nothing to do with my mark. I was done being contained. As I walked back toward the kitchen, I took a shortcut through the library. I stopped at the large window overlooking the training grounds.

My gift of prophecy had pushed me into the role of Saintess, the key to the North’s future. The Elders demanded I choose a mate from the best Alphas of the great packs. He would be my partner, and with my prophecies, he would lead the North to victory. And I, of all people, had chosen Kane. All because he appeared like a god, saving me from a rogue beast when I was just a girl. I was so naive. I thought the strange pull between us was fate. I gave him everything: my loyalty, my body, and my prophetic power, which drained my own wolf spirit with every use.

The woman is smirking as if to tell me he chose her, and she had staked a claim on him. "Mi alma, it is not what you thi-" Dean starts to say, but stops as soon as he sees the blank look on my face as I walk over to them. As soon as I step up to Dean and this woman, she starts to open her mouth. I don't give her a chance to make a sound as I grab her by the throat, pick her up. I take a couple of steps and slam her against the bookshelf. I look her in the eyes with death in mine, and she shuts her mouth.

But what came was something different. Satisfaction. Deep, rich, undeniable. The girl who had once stood in rags at the mercy of others, the girl who had been rejected, dismissed, broken—she had walked back into this hall not as a servant, not as a forgotten shadow, but as the Lycan Queen. Their Queen. His Queen. The one chosen to represent the throne itself. My pulse beat hard, not from fear this time but from the bitter sweetness of that truth. And then came my part.

I don’t need a soothsayer to tell me that it is Selina, I can feel her calming aura, her amazing scent. “Its okay,” she whispers as I turned to her and smiled, ready to escort her and her brother out of this house. They are lucky to be leaving because this house is about to erupt with unimaginable chaos and war that may not end until someone in this family is six feet under. We continue to walk out when I felt that aura that makes me want to puke... Alexia.

The eighth flame shimmered alongside it, quiet but sure. And in that silence, Azriel remembered. Mira, the blade who fought for the broken even when she bled. Velan, the songkeeper who memorized grief. Elen, the scribe who inked sorrow into the sky. Orren, the cold flame who tried to forget and almost succeeded. Kael, his constant—his anchor, his mirror. The boy, the youngest bearer, chosen not by prophecy but by kindness. And Elarai—not given, but chosen.

I slowly raised my head to meet his gaze. Dark amber eyes stared back at me. I didn’t know this man but why did my wolf stir so fiercely at the mere sight of him? Then, he called me by name. Seliene. My breath hitched. The name felt like a key turning in a locked door somewhere deep in my soul. Sticky-Rice Dumpling, who had been clutching my leg tightly, finally let go and darted toward his father, Alpha Ronan and I was able to take a jasty step back.

I am the elder daughter of the Dawnlight pack Alpha. On the day I came of age, my father told my sister and me to choose our future mates from the two sons of the Brightvale pack Alpha. The older brother, Damian, was steady and self-possessed. The younger one, Kieran, counted for nothing in his own pack, and it showed in the sullen, beaten-down way he carried himself. In my last life I chose the younger brother without a moment of hesitation, because I wanted him to know what it felt like to be someone's favorite. But on the very day he became Alpha, he threw me out to the rogues. I was carrying his pup. They tortured me until I died. Right before the end, Kieran stood over me and looked d

She wasn't looking at me the way she looks at me whenever she was underneath me. She looked at me with so much pain, and was disappointed. Like she never expected this from me. I wish I can tell you everything Ayla, but not when there are eyes, and ears of Traitors everywhere. We all walked into the chamber, and watched as Ayla looked for something. I wanted to walk towards her, to help her. But Damon stopped me. “She doesn't need your help. She's got this,” he said, and I nodded. All of a sudden she began pushing a huge shelf of books away from the wall. Silvia, and Ivy joined her. I just stood watching, looking for what was behind the shelf.

“If we don’t smooth things over with the queen bee, then we are finished here.” “Leave it to me,” Maize sighed, building her resolve back up. She had to remember that Ayla was the daughter of the Alpha and Luna, adopted or otherwise, who no doubt had all the same training that Ben and her had growing up. Politics, subterfuge, and all the rest. By the time Misty and Ayla came back outside, the ladder looking even more worse for wear than she already did, Maize had her temper under control again. Ayla walked away awkwardly on her crutches, while Misty came back to them, a satisfied smile on her face.