After My Mate Chose Her, I Found My True Mate

The convoy crawled through the dense forest, sunlight filtering through the canopy in dappled patterns across the winding road. I sat in the backseat of the sleek black car, my fingers tracing the delicate silver embroidery on the ceremonial Luna wreath resting in my lap. Today was supposed to be everything I'd worked for—my mate ceremony with Evan, the unveiling of the rare healing herb I'd discovered after years of research, and my official induction as Luna of the Moonveil Pack.

I pressed my fingertips together, a habit I'd developed when nervous excitement bubbled in my chest. The herb discovery was the crown jewel of my career. I'd spent countless nights in the wilderness, cataloging every plant, testing every combination, until I found it—a healing essence that could accelerate wolf regeneration by nearly forty percent. The pack elders had been impressed when I'd presented my preliminary findings.

"We're almost there, Miss Davis," my driver said, his eyes flicking to the rearview mirror. "Alpha Marcus is waiting at the Pack House."

My father. The thought of his proud smile made my heart swell. He'd been my rock since my healer mentor passed away, believing in my gifts when I doubted them myself.

A sudden screech of tires shattered my reverie.

"What's happening?" I leaned forward as our car jerked to a halt.

"Something's blocking the road," the driver muttered, peering through the windshield.

I stepped out into the crisp forest air, the wreath still clutched in my hands. That's when I saw it—a white ambulance with no pack markings, parked aggressively across our path. My healer's instincts immediately went on alert.

Before I could assess the situation, a figure threw herself dramatically onto the dirt road, crying out in apparent agony.

"Selena!" Evan's voice rang out in panic.

My stomach dropped as I watched my mate—my Evan—leap from the lead car without a backward glance. He rushed to Selena's side, cradling her in his arms as she writhed on the ground, her face contorted in what looked like pain.

"She's hurt!" Evan shouted. "Someone help her!"

As the pack's senior healer, I moved forward automatically, my training taking over. But as I approached, something caught my eye—the dress Selena was wearing. My breath caught in my throat.

It was my Luna dress. The exact one I'd designed months ago, down to the silver thread I'd insisted on for the sleeves. The one that should have been waiting for me in the ceremonial chamber.

Then the scent hit me—musky, unmistakable. A fresh mate mark.

My world tilted on its axis. No. It couldn't be.

But my healer's senses never lied. The mark was there, on Selena's neck, and it was Evan's.

Evan turned to me, his face flushed with urgency. "Eve, we need to stop the convoy. Selena needs immediate treatment. You're the healer—you need to help her."

He expected me to drop everything. To surrender my day, my ceremony, my discovery—all for his childhood friend.

Something inside me hardened. The shock