After My Mate Chose Her, I Chose Freedom

Pain pulled me from the darkness like claws dragging through my ribs.

I blinked against the sterile white light of Silverfang's healing wing, my throat dry as sand. The antiseptic smell burned my nose, mixing with the lingering copper scent of my own blood. Bandages wrapped tight around my torso, from my ribs down to my hip where the rogue's claws had torn me open during yesterday's border attack.

My wolf stirred weakly inside me, a shadow of what she should be. Eight years since I'd given half my essence to save a dying boy, and she still felt like an echo of herself. The other pack members sensed it too — the diminished aura that marked me as somehow less than worthy of an Alpha's attention.

I reached instinctively for Christian through our mind-link, the way I had every morning for eight years. The connection that should have been warm and welcoming hit a solid wall instead.

Blocked. Deliberately.

My chest tightened, but I forced myself to breathe slowly. He was managing the aftermath of the attack. That was all. It had to be. I'd been telling myself that for so long, the lie felt like truth.

The door to my room was cracked open just enough for voices to drift through. My enhanced hearing — one of the few abilities that hadn't been weakened by my damaged wolf — caught every word.

"She's the only compatible donor we have." Christian's voice, low and urgent. My heart clenched at the familiar rumble that used to make me feel safe.

"Alpha, the procedure is extremely dangerous," the pack healer replied, his tone careful. "She's already operating on reduced wolf essence from... well, from whatever happened to her years ago. Another transfusion could—"

"Could what?" Christian's voice sharpened with Alpha authority.

"Could kill her wolf entirely. Maybe kill her too."

My fingers gripped the sheets until my knuckles went white. They were talking about me. About using me.

"Liliana is dying," Christian said, and something in his voice made my stomach drop. "Her mother saved my life when I was sixteen. I owe her daughter everything."

Liliana Mitchell. The she-wolf who'd arrived from some European pack three weeks ago, all fragile beauty and mysterious illness. The woman Christian had been spending more and more time with, canceling our evening runs and blocking me from his thoughts.

"Prepare the paperwork," Christian continued. "I'll handle Jade personally. She'll consent."

"Alpha, if I may... how can you be certain?"

A pause. Then Christian's voice, cold and calculated in a way that made my wolf whimper: "Because I'm going to offer her what she's wanted for eight years. The Mate Ceremony. My mark. She'll agree to the transfusion in exchange for becoming my true Luna."

The world tilted sideways.

Eight years. Eight years of devotion, of standing by his side unmarked while other pack members whispered about my worthiness. Eight years of telling myself he just needed more time, that pack duties came first, that the ceremony would happen when the moment was right.

And now he was going to use it as leverage. As payment for my blood. My life.

Footsteps approached my door. I closed my eyes and tried to make my breathing even, but my heart hammered against my ribs like a caged bird.

The door opened with a soft creak.

"Jade?" Christian's voice was gentle now, the voice I'd fallen in love with in college. "Are you awake, sweetheart?"

I opened my eyes and met his gaze. Those dark brown eyes that used to make me melt now felt like looking at a stranger.

"Christian." My voice came out hoarser than I'd intended.

He moved to my bedside, his tall frame casting a shadow over me. At six-foot-three with broad shoulders and the natural authority of an Alpha, Christian Mason commanded every room he entered. His dark hair was disheveled, like he'd been running his hands through it, and concern creased his features.

Concern for me, or for how to manipulate me?

"How are you feeling?" He reached for my hand, his fingers warm against my skin. Once, that touch would have sent sparks through my entire body. Now it just felt like a trap closing.

"Like I got mauled by rogues," I said carefully.

He squeezed my hand. "The healer says you'll recover fully. But there's something we need to discuss."

Here it comes.

"There's a she-wolf in the pack who needs help," he began, his thumb stroking across my knuckles. "Liliana Mitchell. She's... she's very sick, Jade. Her wolf is dying."

I kept my expression neutral. "I'm sorry to hear that."

"Her mother was the one who saved my life when I was sixteen. You remember me telling you about that night? The rogue attack, the transfusion that kept me alive?"

I remembered. I remembered because I was the sixteen-year-old girl who'd poured half my wolf's essence into his dying body, using forged papers because I was too young to legally consent. I remembered the agony of feeling my wolf diminish, the price I'd paid gladly to save my fated mate's life.

But he didn't know that. He thought some other woman's mother had been his savior.

"I remember," I whispered.

"Liliana is suffering from the same condition that killed her mother. The same one that nearly killed me." His voice dropped to that persuasive tone he used in pack meetings. "You're the only compatible donor we have, Jade. You could save her life."

My mate pendant — a simple silver chain with a crescent moon that I'd worn for eight years, waiting for the day he'd replace it with his mark — suddenly felt heavy against my throat.

"And in return?" I asked, though I already knew.

"In return..." He lifted our joined hands and pressed a kiss to my knuckles. "I want to give you what you've been waiting for. The Mate Ceremony. My mark. I want to make you my Luna, officially and completely."

The offer hung in the air between us like poison.

I stared at him for a long moment, this man I'd loved since I was nineteen. This man I'd secretly saved when I was sixteen. This man who was now offering me the sacred bond I'd dreamed of — as payment for my potential death.

Slowly, carefully, I reached up and unclasped the mate pendant from around my neck. The silver was warm from my skin, worn smooth from years of my nervous touches.

Christian's eyes widened. "Jade, what are you—"

I threw the pendant at his feet. It hit the floor with a sharp ping and skittered across the tiles.

"Get out," I said quietly.

He stepped forward, his Alpha aura beginning to press against my weakened wolf. "Jade, you don't understand—"

"Get. Out." I met his eyes directly, letting him see the steel in my gaze. "Touch me again, and my next words will be a formal rejection before the Moon Goddess."

Christian froze, his hand halfway to my arm. The Alpha aura vanished as if I'd slapped him.

We stared at each other across a chasm that felt infinite. Then, without another word, he turned and walked out of my room.

The pendant lay on the floor between us like a broken promise.

And for the first time in eight years, I felt something other than love for Christian Mason.

I felt free.