He Chose First Love, I Chose the Alpha King

IgavehimthreeyearsofsilentdevotionbehindamaskIneverwantedtowear.Imadeawagerforourbond—hepaidmeofflikeamistress.“Chloe'sback,”Zanesaidcoldly.“It'sover.”Ilaughed,pouredwineonhisface,andwalkedawayfromtheonlyloveI'deverknown.“Whatnow?”mybestfriendasked.Ismiled.“Therealmereturns.”Butfatewasn'tfinishedyet.Thatsamenight,CaesarConrad—theAlphaeverywolffeared—openedhiscardoorandwhispered,“Getin.”Ourgazescollided.Thebondawakened.Nogames.Nopretending.Justraw,unstoppablepower.“Don'tregretthis,”hewarned,lipsbrushingmine.ButIdidn't.BecausethemateI'dbeenchasingneversawme.Andtheonewhodid?He'sreadytoburntheworldforme.