Kanto Mikey

They were supposed to be Fated Mate, but a day before Anya could confirm that she was really born to be Mikey’s Luna, Mikey broke up with her with no clear explanation at all. Wounded and broken, Anya shifted earlier than scheduled with a very angry and furious wolf that could only be tamed if she found a suitable mate, but who would she have for a mate when the only man that she ever loved didn’t want her anymore? DK was everything Anya despises but at that moment he was the only one who could save her. DK proposes a contracted bond with him, making him her Chosen Mate for three months with the condition that no one will know about their contract and they are not allowed to fall in love with each other. Left with no choice, Anya signed a contract with DK. Mikey made a lot of stupid choices in his life but breaking up with Anya was the worst. In his attempt to correct the mistake that he had made, he rushes to Purple Hill to apologize to Anya and win her back only to arrive too late because she was already announcing her Chosen Mate, that man he hates the most, the douchebag DK. To make things worse, Anya’s wolf hated him and almost tried to chop his head off until DK saved him. With the two Alphas trying to win her broken heart, who will Anya choose in the end? The one she loves but hurt her the most? Or the one who loves her the most even though she has no real feelings for him? Read to find out.

On my birthday, the dining table was loaded with all my favorites. My mom had been cooking and baking the entire afternoon, insisting everything be perfect for when Mike got home from work so we could celebrate together. But then, he called and said his first love had been drugged at a bar, and he had to go help her. I stopped him and begged him not to go. Mike snapped at me. "Jesus, Em, don’t pull this jealous wife crap. She’s alone, defenseless, and unconscious—I can't let some random dude take advantage of her!" My mother heard those words and was so enraged that she had a heart attack. She died on the spot. Just like that, my mom died on my birthday. I called Mike, asking him to attend my mom's funeral. But before he could reply, I saw Cathy Miller's latest Instagram post, captioned: [Mikey… after all these years, it was always you.] Mike had liked it. My thumb moved before my brain caught up, typing out the only words that mattered: [A homewrecker and a lying bastard. Hope you rot together.]