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“For years. I followed every lead. Every rumor. Every broken trail. While you were flying planes and falling in love with a version of him that didn’t exist yet, I was trying to bring his real family back to him.” My heart was pounding now. “So what are you saying? That he just… forgot you?” Her mouth curved slightly. “No. He never did.” “He chose me,” I said, my voice shaking. “He is with me.” “He settled for you,” she corrected. “Because you look like me.” I shook my head

She’s the one who learnt under me while I did those dirty things. She’s the one who was under my tutelage, and I already expected it, I knew it was going to happen ever since I learnt she was the one he was seeing behind my back. Yet this still hits me as a mild shock and it’s funny that it does. “He chose well.” The admission makes some of that bitterness go away, and I realize I AM telling the truth, because he did. Violet was the best option, “Yet he could have chosen to keep her the same way he kept you.

But he did first, he got another toy for himself leaving me to struggle with all which we were both involved in while he would still ask me for his share as well as come for me whenever he needed sexual favours that I can never let it happen because a already chosen her over me just like Maxwell did the moment he set his eyes on her. Shit! I can't believe everyone who loves me all chose her over me every moment they saw her, those whom I want always go for her after seeing her and am I the one who made them meet each other just like Maxwell, if I had not let her do my job instead of doing it myself, they wouldn't have met neither would she knows the way to his room.

It was short but I could feel the weight of how she felt when she wrote it. "I don't want the time to come that you'll choose. I don't want to be slapped with the truth that you choose her over me. So, I am choosing myself."

I was in my mate Zane’s study, dropping off an invitation for the Alliance gala, when his tablet lit up. A private group chat. “Party tonight at the Alliance’s best restaurant to celebrate Vivienne passing the trials.” Confused, I tapped open the group. There were only four people in it. My own parents, the pack’s Alpha Hector and Luna Freda. My fated mate Zane, the future Alpha. And Vivienne, my adopted sister. The Omega orphan I’d naively rescued years ago. My mother typed: “Good thing Hector used his council connections to get Vivienne the spot in the Alliance’s strategy department. Harper’s already strong enough. This is more important for Vivienne.” Zane replied instantly: “I wish Vivie

It was because the person who had spent nineteen years carrying that name had chosen, finally and completely, to put it down and pick up the one that was actually hers. Alpha, daughter, a woman who had crossed a mountain in the dark and walked into a pavilion with three witnesses and a metal box and said this is what happened and I can prove it. A woman who had said come back to a man she loved and trusted her own judgment about what that meant for the first time in her life. She was not waiting for permission anymore. She was not managing herself into something small enough to be acceptable. She was sitting at her table in her territory in her lamplight, and the work was on the table, and t

“Apparently Alpha Stephen thinks that fated mates make you weak and he wanted to form a strong alliance between the packs.” Felicity furrowed her brows, thinking for a moment. I noticed her bite down on her bottom lip “Well, I think that is foolish thinking. Everyone should at least be able to make that choice on their own.” My heart beat a little faster as I looked at her getting flustered. I leaned in, placing my hands on both sides of her cheeks and pulling her close, “You are the best choice that I have ever made.” I watched as her cheeks flamed to a deep shade of Fushia. She closed the distance, kissing me hungrily. After a few moments, I reluctantly pulled away. She nodded, looking flu

I dropped it and he turned sharply to look at me while Camille that stood far away was tense and tried to figure what was happening with her eyes. “Really? You’re going to put that on me?” He whispered yelled as he came closer to me. “You’re choosing her over me. She said I shouldn’t choose Kay over you that it hurts but that’s exactly what you’re doing to me.” I stated as I tried to fight back to tears that formed. “I’m not choosing anyone, but she needs me now. Starr understand that okay?” “I’ve told you my mind. You leave with her, you choose her and we are done. But if you stay here, that means you choose me.” I quickly wiped away the tears that fell.

"That he will marry me. That he will choose his family, his business, his future over whatever momentary attraction he feels for you. That when push comes to shove, you will always be expendable." I met her gaze directly, refusing to let her see any weakness. "Maybe. But at least I know the difference between being chosen and being arranged." Her face flushed red, and for a second, I thought she might actually strike me. Instead, she stepped back, her composure returning like armor sliding back into place.

I countered, my words sharp with anger. Emily, undeterred, mocked me. “Oh, well, I won’t apologize to you for choosing my happiness over yours. Besides, you keep pretending like your marriage with Henry was a love story, but it never was. You two were in an arranged marriage. He could never bring himself to love you; he fell for me instead. Be a big girl and get over it!” Emily sneered, her satisfaction evident.