After My Mate Chose Her, I Chose Myself

The river water rushed gently against the muddy bank, a steady, familiar sound that usually brought me peace. My hands trembled slightly as I struck another match, lighting the last vanilla candle. The soft, flickering glow illuminated the picnic blanket I had carefully laid out. On it sat a plate of Jonas’s favorite honey-glazed ribs, a small berry tart, and a velvet box holding the matching silver bands.

In my other hand, I tightly gripped the worn metal of his old harmonica.

Five years. Five years of quiet devotion, of learning his every habit, of supporting the future Beta of the Black River Pack with every ounce of my soul. I had poured my entire heart into building our bond. Tonight, I was finally going to mark him as my chosen mate. I hummed a low, nervous melody—'Always Together Under the Moon'—trying to settle the excited, restless pacing of my inner wolf. She was practically vibrating with anticipation.

A twig snapped in the darkness.

I spun around, a bright smile already forming on my face. "Jonas, you're—"

The smile died on my lips. It wasn't Jonas.

It was Mckenzie. My best friend. A respected warrior in our pack, and Jonas's ex-girlfriend. She stood at the edge of the clearing, arms crossed over her chest, her lips curled into a cruel smirk that didn't reach her cold eyes.

"He's not coming, Gwen," she said, her voice dripping with amusement.

I frowned, stepping forward, my fingers tightening around the harmonica. "Mac? Did something happen? Is he on patrol?"

She let out a dry, humorless laugh. "Oh, honey. You really are clueless, aren't you?" She stepped into the candlelight, her gaze sweeping over my romantic setup with pure disdain. "He’s with me. Like he always is."

My chest tightened, a cold knot of dread forming in my stomach. "What are you talking about?"

Mckenzie tilted her head, her eyes flashing with a predatory gleam. "Five years, Gwen. Did you honestly think he loved you? You were just a prop. A convenient little pawn to make me jealous after our big fight."

"You're lying," I whispered. Inside, my wolf whimpered, pacing backward as the sickening truth tried to take root.

"Am I?" Mckenzie’s eyes flared a bright, challenging gold. "Listen to this. He sent it to me through the mind-link an hour ago."

Without warning, she projected the memory directly into my mind. I gasped as Jonas's familiar, deep voice echoed in my head. It wasn't the warm tone he used with me. It was laced with an arrogant exhaustion I had never heard before.

'Come on, Mac. You know she means nothing. Gwen’s just... safe. She’s a loyal little puppy I keep around to get a rise out of you. You really think I’m going to let her mark me tonight? It’s always been you.'

The mental connection snapped shut.

The silence that followed was deafening, broken only by the rushing river. My breath caught in my throat. I couldn't speak. I couldn't