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And she saw it through me. She took a single step back, into the shadow of the hall again. “You wanted to know what I’d choose?” she asked quietly. The bond pulled tight between us. Hot, vibrating. On the edge of something breaking. “I choose me,” she whispered. “Even if that means choosing no one.” She closed the door in my face.

My boyfriend, Emmett Carr, and I lived less than five miles apart in the same city. However, we never met more than twice a month. Whenever I asked when he was free, he always said he was busy with a recent work project. That continued until I accidentally discovered his travel records. He had purchased flight tickets for 48 out of the 52 weekends of the past year. He was flying to the country where his childhood friend, Cherry Lewis. was studying abroad. He would leave on Saturday morning and return late Sunday night, rain or shine. He flew there like clockwork, even more disciplined than when he was going to the office. The most recent date we went on was yesterday, at a cafe below h

You're choosing him over me? "No mum, I'm not choosing him over you and I'm not choosing you over him. I'm choosing myself over everyone. I'll do what makes me happy for once mum and if you really love me you'd let me go just as Angel did." She said it with her heart. This was what she wanted and no one was going to make her choose otherwise. After much hesitation and tears Louisa spoke again. "Is this what you really want?" "Yes."

I replied, lifting my gaze to hers, my tone steadier than I felt. “What I need is for you to stop standing in my way and let me leave without turning this into something worse than it already is.” “Worse?” she let out a quiet laugh, stepping closer instead of backing down. “You think this isn’t already as bad as it gets? You think you choosing her over me, after everything, is something that can still get worse?” “This isn’t about choosing her over you,” I said, shaking my head, even though I knew she wouldn’t accept that answer.

This one had built herself back up without me. I swallowed, my throat dry. “You left without a word,” I said, even though I knew how weak it sounded. “Without giving me a chance to explain.” She turned then. Slowly. And when her eyes met mine again, there was something sharp in them. “To explain what?” she asked quietly. “Why you chose her over me?” There was no anger in her voice. And somehow… that made it worse. “I was wrong,” I said immediately. No hesitation.

“He stopped coming to my bed, and now he only looks at me on the rare occasions when he wants me. Otherwise, I’m just another frame on his wall.” She turned to me again. “So I found my own solution. I’m going to get pregnant, and this time it won’t be his seed. But it will be his child. I’ll make sure of that.” I said nothing, I couldn’t. My throat was dry. She sauntered past me to her vanity, brushing her hair as she went. “I chose you over Tilly, because Tilly is loud and nosy and stupid. She would sing everything she knew to the next guard that smiled at her. But you are quiet and observant. I like that.”

I could see that he was frustrated. “Is that what it takes for you to choose me over her, Damian? For my mom to have a heart attack?” I asked him. I knew it wasn’t fair to ask him that question. “What the fuck are you saying, Baby girl?” He took a step toward me, but I stepped back, away from him. “You will always go to her whenever she needs you,” I pointed out. He raked his hands over his hair. “Baby girl, she needed me.” “And I needed you,” I pointed it out again. Gosh, why couldn’t he say he chose her over me and be done with this?

I wanted to look away while they walked out of the dining room, but I couldn't help but watch with teary eyes. It was obviously clear that he doesn't want me anymore. Worst of all, he had chosen her over me.

She lovingly wiped the saliva off the corner of his mouth and cleaned her hand on the back of her shirt. "We'll finally be happy after all these years," she whispered to herself. "I'm not apologetic about the fact that I chose you over Fareeda, Kai, and even our kids, because you matter the most to me," She said, squeezing his weak legs at that last part.

I was cursed by a dark witch. If I was not marked by a mate when I came of age at eighteen, I would die alone. Cassian and I grew up together. I had already pictured it, the two of us bonding under the Moon Goddess's blessing at the Full Moon Ceremony on the day I came of age. But on the day we won the war against the rival pack, Garrick, the head Elder, held up a vial and let his gaze sweep across the crowd. "Cassian, you did more than anyone. This healing potion should be yours." I looked at him hopefully. After all, the potion was the only thing that could suppress the curse and keep me alive long enough to come of age. But Cassian avoided my eyes. "Give it to Lilith. She's an Omega. She'