He Chose First Love, I Chose the Alpha King

I gave him three years of silent devotion behind a mask I never wanted to wear. I made a wager for our bond—he paid me off like a mistress.

“Chloe's back,” Zane said coldly. “It's over.”

I laughed, poured wine on his face, and walked away from the only love I'd ever known.

“What now?” my best friend asked.

I smiled. “The real me returns.”

But fate wasn't finished yet.

That same night, Caesar Conrad—the Alpha every wolf feared—opened his car door and whispered, “Get in.”

Our gazes collided. The bond awakened. No games. No pretending. Just raw, unstoppable power.

“Don't regret this,” he warned, lips brushing mine.

But I didn't.

Because the mate I'd been chasing never saw me.

And the one who did?

He's ready to burn the world for me.