In my first life, I gave Dorian everything. I thought that if I waited long enough, he would eventually choose me, Mark me, and make me his Luna. Instead, he chose Celia again and again—and finally destroyed my pack because of her.
The only man who came to save me was Evander. He took silver arrows meant for me and died in my arms.
Then I woke up on the day I had to choose my mate again.
This time, I walked past Dorian and took Evander’s hand.
I chose the man who once died for me—and the man who would become Alpha.
Only after Evander’s Mark appeared on my neck did Dorian finally realize I was gone.
But by then, it was already too late.
