(Isla's POV)
If I had arrived five minutes later, I would still be in love.
That thought stayed with me long after everything fell apart.
The private lounge at Ember Hall was warm and golden through the glass panels. Laughter spilled into the hallway before I even reached the door. Rowan had texted me twenty minutes earlier.
Come pick me up, love. I'm tired of these idiots.
I smiled when I read it. Three years together, and he still called me that.
Love.
I pushed the door gently, but it didn't fully close behind the waiter who had just stepped out. It remained slightly open.
That tiny gap changed my life.
"Rowan, Seraphina's back in Harbor Ridge," someone said inside. "What are you going to do about Isla?"
My name.
I stopped breathing.
Rowan Vale, future Alpha of the Vale Pack. My mate. My chosen forever.
His voice came calm. Detached. "What about her?"
A small crack appeared somewhere in my chest.
"What do you mean what about her?" another friend pressed. "You've been with Isla for three years."
Three years. Three birthdays. Two winter galas. Endless training sessions where I sat on cold stone benches waiting for him. Three years of believing we were building something sacred.
Rowan exhaled slowly. I could picture it without looking him leaning back, one ankle resting over his knee, cigarette between his fingers even though I hated when he smoked.
"I don't want to hurt Isla," he admitted. "But I never stopped loving Seraphina."
The words didn't feel real at first.
They floated.
Then they sank in.
Someone laughed awkwardly. "You only started dating Isla because she looks like Seraphina."
Silence.
Not denial.
Just silence.
My stomach twisted violently.
Rowan spoke again, quieter now. "There was a resemblance. It… helped."
Helped.
Helped him forget another woman.
My fingers tightened against the wall.
"She's been good to you," one of them added. "Loyal. Doesn't cause drama."
Rowan hummed in agreement. "She's gentle. Obedient. Sensible."
I almost laughed. I had defended him against council criticism. Challenged him in private when his decisions were reckless. Stayed up nights helping him draft strategy speeches.
Obedient.
"So she's just a substitute?" another voice asked bluntly.
The room fell quiet for a long moment. Rowan didn't rush to answer.
When he finally did, his tone was measured. "I didn't plan it that way. But… maybe."
Maybe.
Three years reduced to maybe.
"When are you breaking up with her?" someone asked.
"Not yet," Rowan said. "Seraphina just got back. I need to figure things out. Isla doesn't deserve to be blindsided."
Blindsided.
The irony was cruel.
"She-wolves are easy," another joked lightly. "Buy her something expensive. Keep things smooth until you decide."
Rowan's voice sharpened slightly. "I'm not juggling women. I just need time."
Time.
To decide if I was worth keeping.
Outside the door, something inside me went very still.
Lyra my wolf whimpered softly in the back of my mind. Not in denial. In recognition.
'We heard the truth.'
I didn't burst in.
I didn't cry out.
I stepped back quietly.
If I had walked in, maybe he would have lied smoothly. Held my waist. Kissed my forehead. Told me his friends were exaggerating. And maybe I would have believed him.
Instead, I turned and walked away before the illusion could repair itself.
The night air hit my face as I stepped outside Ember Hall. Harbor Ridge glittered along the river all glass towers and reflections. The city where I thought I had built my future.
I walked without direction.
Each step felt unreal.
Three years ago, I ran from Crescent Valley because I didn't want an arranged mating. I wanted love real love. I wanted to choose my mate. And I had believed I did.
The mate bond between Rowan and me had been real. Fierce. Undeniable. The first time our wolves recognized each other, I felt complete. But maybe a bond wasn't enough. Maybe love still required choosing.
And Rowan hadn't chosen me.
I stopped at the riverbank. The water was dark and restless under the city lights.
Lyra's voice trembled inside me. 'He's our mate.'
'Is he?' I whispered back silently. 'Or are we just convenient?'
The answer hurt more because I already knew it.
My phone felt heavy in my pocket. I stared at it for a long time before dialing the one number I had avoided for three years.
It rang twice.
"Isla." My father's voice was firm, composed. Alpha Magnus Hale of the Crescent Moon Pack.
"I'm ready," I said quietly.
A pause.
"For what?"
"For the arranged mating."
Silence filled the line.
Three years ago, he had arranged my union with Adrian Blackwood the formidable Alpha of Blackwood Territory. A strategic alliance. Powerful. Secure.
I refused.
I believed destiny had given me Rowan instead.
"I thought you were in love," my father said carefully.
"I was," I replied.
The past tense tasted bitter.
"What happened?"
I watched the river ripple beneath the moonlight. "Nothing dramatic. I'm just done being second to a memory."
He didn't question me further.
"The offer still stands," he said. "Adrian agreed out of respect for our bloodline. He will honor it."
Adrian Blackwood.
Cold. Disciplined. Ruthlessly respected.
A man who would never call me obedient like it was a compliment.
"I'll return after I settle things here," I said.
When the call ended, I stood there for a long time.
The girl who ran away three years ago would have cried harder.
The woman standing here felt… older.
Tired.
When I returned to Mooncrest Manor Rowan's family estate the lights were dim.
Mrs. Calloway, the longtime housekeeper, greeted me softly. "Miss Hale, you're back early."
I forced a small smile. "Is Rowan home?"
"Not yet."
Of course.
I climbed the stairs slowly.
His bedroom door was slightly open.
The scent of cedar and smoke lingered.
I stepped inside and looked around at the life we had built.
Photographs. Shared clothes in the wardrobe. My books on his shelves.
I walked to the dresser and picked up the silver bracelet he gave me on our second anniversary.
"For my future Luna," he had whispered when he fastened it around my wrist.
Future.
I set the bracelet down carefully. Then I opened the wardrobe and pulled out a suitcase.
Lyra stirred anxiously. 'Are we really leaving?'
"Yes," I whispered into the quiet room. Because I refuse to stay where I am only almost chosen.
Downstairs, I heard the distant rumble of a car entering the driveway.
Rowan was home.
For one fragile second, I hesitated.
Then I zipped the suitcase shut.
This time, he wouldn't get time to decide.
This time, I would.
And when Rowan Vale realized what he had lost, it would already be too late.