Over the next few days, Lucas and I got along surprisingly well. Our personalities
complemented each other, and we both made an effort to understand and accommodate one another. In just a short time, it felt as though we had become soulmates. For the first time, I realized how much of my life I had wasted loving the wrong person.
A few days later, a friend sent me a congratulatory message.
[Alice, after pursuing Ryan for so many years, you’ve finally won his heart!
[I heard your wedding is just around the corner–I can’t wait to celebrate with you!]
Since Silver Claws was prestigious, the exact wedding date would only be announced once it was officially decided. As a result, everyone in the wolf pack still assumed Ryan was the one I was going to marry.
Curious about her texts, I hesitated for a moment before checking Ryan’s social media profile, even though I’d blocked him. What I saw left me stunned. His profile picture and pinned post had all been changed to pictures of me. His bio now read, [Alice, my only love.]
It was a blatant display of his so–called devotion, broadcast to everyone in the pack. He was claiming me as his own.
But his theatrics didn’t stir à single emotion in me. In my past life, no matter how much I begged, he had never publicly shown even a shred of affection toward me. Now, after losing me, he wanted to act regretful and try to win me back? Ryan’s love was as cheap and worthless
