Rejected by my Mate, Chosen by his Enemy
"They talk about it like it is holy. Like the moon hands you your other half and that is proof the world is kind. The moon handed me Haydee. It gave me the most precious thing a wolf can be given, a true mate, chosen and certain and mine. And I threw her on a ceremony floor and called her beneath me. Fate gave me a miracle and I ruined it, because fate can hand you a perfect bond and it cannot make you worthy of it. The certainty everyone is so afraid of losing did not make me kind. It made me careless, because I thought a thing I was guaranteed did not need to be earned."
He looked at me, and it cost him. "If you are asking whether fate is sacred, ask the man fate could not save from himsel