Rejected, But Independent

I had rehearsed the words a hundred times on the drive over. *Kaelen, I got accepted to Astral Crest Institute. I know it's far, but this is my chance—our chance—to build something better.* The acceptance letter crinkled in my jacket pocket as I climbed the stairs to his apartment, carrying takeout from his favorite restaurant. My wolf stirred beneath my skin, excited to share this news with our mate.

But when I pushed open the door—he never locked it for me—the rehearsed words died in my throat.

The living room was dark except for the hallway light spilling toward his bedroom. I heard it before I saw it. A woman's breathy moan. The rhythmic creak of bedsprings. My heart stopped, then lurched forward with nauseating speed.

I should have turned around. Should have left. Instead, my feet carried me forward, some masochistic part of me needing to see the truth.

The bedroom door stood half-open.

Kaelen's broad, muscled back was the first thing I saw, his shoulders flexing as he moved. Beneath him, tangled in his dark sheets, was a cascade of honey-blonde hair I knew as well as my own reflection. Elena. My best friend since childhood. Her legs wrapped around his waist, her head thrown back in pleasure, her fingers digging into his shoulders.

The mate bond that had always hummed between Kaelen and me suddenly felt like hot iron searing my chest. Physical pain radiated through my ribcage, stealing my breath. My wolf howled inside me, a sound of pure anguish that I couldn't voice.

The takeout bag slipped from my fingers and hit the floor with a dull thud.

They froze. Kaelen's head whipped toward the doorway, his eyes—those amber eyes I'd trusted—going wide. Elena turned too, and what I saw in her expression made my blood run cold. No shock. No guilt. Just cold satisfaction, her lips curving into the faintest smile before she arranged her features into something resembling remorse.

"Aria—" Kaelen scrambled off the bed, reaching for his jeans. "This isn't— I didn't mean—"

"Didn't mean what?" My voice came out steadier than I felt, though my hands trembled violently. "Didn't mean to fuck my best friend in the bed where you told me you loved me?"

Elena sat up slowly, pulling the sheet around her naked body with deliberate care. "Aria, you have to understand. This just happened. We didn't plan—"

"You're still talking." I stared at her, this stranger wearing my best friend's face. "You're actually still talking to me."

Kaelen yanked on his jeans, stumbling toward me. "It was a mistake. One time. It doesn't change anything between us—"

"One time?" I laughed, and the sound was jagged, broken. "Is that supposed to make me feel better? That you only betrayed our mate bond once?"

The pain in my chest intensified, the bond stretching thin and raw. My wolf clawed at me from the inside, demanding I shift, demanding I fight, demanding I do anything except stand here bleeding.

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