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I held my open hand out over the sand. "I am going to ask. Come to me because you want to. Or do not, and I will love you anyway. But it has to be yours. Come home, little one, if you choose it. Choose." For a moment that lasted a year, my daughter knelt on the sand between the woman who owned her and the mother who would not. And then Selene turned away from the glowing vial, and she crawled to my open hand. She did it slow, and wobbling, and entirely on her own, out from under the pull of the blood and across the last stretch of sand, and she put her small hand in mine and pressed her wet face into my wrist, and she chose me.

They kept their heads bowed respectfully, but I caught several stealing glances at Damian with obvious interest. It made me wonder why one of them couldn’t be his mate instead of me. Any one of these girls would probably be thrilled to be bonded to the Alpha’s son. What a twisted and wicked world we lived in that fate had chosen me instead of someone who actually wanted to be here. The Moon goddess has to be a witch. “Take her to her room,” Damian said curtly, pointing at one of the girls without even looking at me. “Are you suddenly abandoning me after bringing me here by force?” I shot back at him, not caring that my tone was rude enough to make several of the girls gasp audibly.

He truly believed I was too stupid, too deeply in love with him to ever suspect anything. "Yeah. Yeah, everything's fine, sweetheart," Kael murmured, stepping even closer. He reached out, his fingers gently brushing against my unbruised cheek, his touch making my stomach churn with disgust. "I was just... discussing some pack security matters with one of the elders' assistants inside. It’s stressful. The Selection opens tonight, and my father is breathing down my neck."

Aaron leaned back, studying me. “…Sure you do.” He sighed. “Well… in any case, it doesn’t matter.” A cold feeling slid down my spine. “What do you mean?” “You’re too late.” I was already sitting forward before he finished speaking. “What?” My pulse picked up. I knew exactly the kind of men that participated in that system. Men no one would willingly marry. Men who bought what they couldn’t earn. “Who selected her?” I demanded. Aaron swallowed. “…Kieran Sinclair.”

"Have you made your decision? The other five are still waiting." It took my visible effort to tear my face away from hers enough to reply to that. "I already rejected the other five." Isaac slowly stood up. "Your rejection of them is telling of your failure to be able to perform the most basic duty expected of you as an Alpha and a man..." "I am going to choose this one," I said, my hands travelling up Selena's naked back as she buried her face in my neck. "What?" The seer asked. "Why would you..."

The next morning I woke up in my friend’s house. I touched my stomach instinctively; the divorce is done without drama, the baby is gone, and the marriage is over. “I will not go back," I told myself. "This is going to work; I will do everything that it takes." Selena was my friend in high school; now she works at a high-end fashion boutique store. There was a soft knock on my door, breaking me from my thoughts. “Come in," I said while sitting up. We shared a long hug before finally pulling away.

He didn’t quite know where his strength had gone, he never felt this drained no matter how exhausting his matches were. He made himself a cup of tea with automatic motions and felt the eyes of everyone in the room. He took a sip and felt much better immediately. His mind had come out of its panicked state. “Is there any chance that the selection made by the government system could be redacted and a selection made again?” he enquired. “I think everyone was expecting Prince Sebastian’s marriage partner to be female.” Camilla’s jaw was tight when she replied.

must not believe that I would finish the selection. Even I don’t believe that I would but there are too many people involved and I don’t want to let them down. I made promises and I am a man of my words. I don’t know if I am happy but let’s just say I feel content because everybody is happy and excited for this selection. The one person I wish would show more enthusiasm is Jessica. She has not said anything against the selection but she doesn’t seem happy either. When I imagined my engagement, I imagined her to be the most enthusiastic and happy person but I guess I was wrong and that doesn’t sit well with me. What is the point of making other people happy if the most important person in y

04:37 Elena turned toward her mother. “How do we stop it?” Her mother looked at Aria. Aria shook her head. “We don't.” Elena stared. “What?” “We can't stop the selection.” “Then what do we do?” “We change who gets selected.” Adrian stepped forward. “How?” Aria looked at him. “That's why you're here.” Elena immediately understood. “No.” Aria nodded. “Yes.” “The Witness wants Adrian.” “Yes.” “And me.” “Yes.” “So it can choose between us.”

“That is not your concern.” Seraphine takes one step closer. Her voice drops further, meant for me, yet still public enough to travel. “My father will not let the delay stand unchallenged. You know that. If the recognition cannot be demonstrated in three days, Selection law returns in full. Crane already has the standing to force the issue. I am offering you a way to end this cleanly before it becomes a crisis neither of us can control.” “By returning to the match.” “By remembering what was already in motion.” Something like genuine loss moves behind the calculation, then is sealed away. “I am not your enemy, Kieran. I am the option that does not require you to keep choosing a woman the law