When My Mate Chose Her, I Chose Freedom
RosemaryRebornBiasMarriageMistressWinning Back the WifeRegret
I was given a second chance on the day my mate chose another she-wolf over me.
In my last life, I fought to keep him. I begged, argued, and stood in his way, only to watch him blame me for everything he lost. On the day of our bonding ceremony, he made me pay for loving him.
This time, I didn’t cry. I didn’t beg. When he wanted to take her to the Frost Territory, I packed his bag myself. When she smiled behind his back and called me replaceable, I let her.
If he loved her so much, I would step aside.
But the day he finally realized I was no longer waiting at the altar, I had already walked into another ceremony, in another pack, beside a man who had never once made me feel second best.
My old mate thought I was teaching him a lesson.
He was wrong.
I was setting myself free.