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Rayna POV The moon hangs low and swollen above the Moonclaw clearing, bathing the pack in silver light. Shadows twist across the firelit circle, dancing over cloaks and proud shoulders, but none of them matter. Not right now. All I can hear is my heartbeat. Loud. Relentless. Like a drum counting down to the moment everything changes. Tonight is the Choosing. I stand at the very edge of the gathering, wrapped in a borrowed cloak that smells faintly of rosemary and someone else’s home. I tug it tighter around my shoulders. The fabric scratches my skin, but I welcome the sting.

"A fated mate is a pull you have towards someone. Someone who was made by the Moon Goddess just for you. As soon as you find a fated mate, most times the pull is so strong, your emotions run wild and boom, you're having sex 24/7. A chosen mate would be more of a friend, or significant other who you might date and decide you want to take them as you're life long partner. Fated mates are treasured and very important in wolf culture, though. Some people think that if you reject your fated mate, you will be cursed." "What if you have a fated mate but don't want to commit to it yet?" "I guess you could date and take your time?" "And what is a Moon Goddess?" "The Moon Goddess is our higher power.

Varo simply sat there, blinking like someone had knocked the wind out of him. Even Caspian, cocky bastard that he was, looked momentarily breathless. “You…” Lora whispered, her voice laced with awe, “you’ve chosen your Luna?” “No,” I corrected, my tone final and thunderous. “I didn’t choose her.” “She was made for me.” Winona stood slightly from her seat. “The Moon Goddess has… chosen?” “She has.”

Brooke winks just before James pulls her in for a kiss. I sigh, only if I can swallow my pride and go to the Claiming Ball which is held once every year and on the second blood moon in the year, I may just get my mate. During a claiming ball, if you don't find your mate, you can take a chosen mate and claim her. The idea of taking a chosen doesn't sit well with me. I want my own mate, I want to see the woman that Selene fucking created just for me. Taking a chosen mate to me, is just like taking something or in this case, someone that isn't yours.

Will she break free from their grasp, or will she find an unexpected strength within herself to confront the cruel fate the Moon Goddess has bestowed upon her? PLEASE PLEASE I REQUEST YOU ALL TO READ AND FOLLOW IT ON GOODNOVEL, DROP GEMS YOUR UNI.

I knew the cost. Every night we spent tangled together and shaved time off her life. The bond and the curse the moon goddess laid on us made intimacy a slow poison for her. I had sworn I would keep my hands off, keep her safe longer. Yet here she was, eyes bright and drunk and certain, telling me she chose this. She chose now. I gripped her waist tighter and flipped us in one smooth move so her back hit the mattress and I settled between her open thighs. My cock dragged through her folds again, the head catching at her entrance without pushing in. I braced on my forearms and looked down at her.

POV: Arsen Dragunov Arsen said nothing for a long moment after the words left his consigliere's mouth. He set his phone down on the glass table with a precision that felt more dangerous than any shout would have. "Say that again." "The Council has chosen your bride." Nikolai's voice came steadier this time, though Arsen could hear the tightness underneath it. "Kang Sera. The De Luca widow." Arsen stood and walked to the window, the city lights spread out beneath him like a map of something he didn't fully own anymore. His reflection stared back at him from the glass, calm on the surface, nothing underneath moving the way it should have.

Leave it to Corbin to take a life-altering revelation and somehow turn it into comedy. Traci shook her head while stabbing a potato with her fork. “Nope.” She popped it into her mouth. “Apparently not.” Corbin looked delighted. She pointed her fork toward him. “According to the book, the Moon Goddess made the choice.” Another bite disappeared. “Not me.” Corbin slapped the table. “Oh, that makes it even better.” A groan escaped me. Zayden rubbed his forehead. “Why?” “Because she spent weeks fighting fate and apparently fate just sat there laughing at her.”

To her own crescent mark. “I chose human,” she whispered to the sky. “I chose messy. I chose love. I chose many moons.” The moons pulsed once. All of them. In agreement. In peace. In choice. And the wolves ran free under them.

I look out the window looking at the skies and the star, and I think of the huge mess the moon goodness put me in, “Moon goddess is this how you pair your mates, evil people to exploit the good, then never let me be paired with anyone else again, let me be alone and die alone, being alone would be better than this pain.” I walk towards my room and cry myself to sleep, I will never trust another woman again.