I told myself a lie that felt comforting at the time: If I love him enough, if I stay gentle and patient, one day he’ll look at me the way I look at him.
Now, thinking back, I almost wanted to laugh at how foolish I’d been.
That night, I sat alone at home, watching the hours crawl by. Midnight passed. Then another. The house remained silent.
Only after the moon dipped lower did my phone finally buzz.
Love, I’ve got a dinner engagement tonight. I’ll be back late. Don’t wait up—get some sleep.
But I had already seen the truth.
Delilah’s social feed glowed on my screen—an image of her laughing brightly as a man carried her on his back. His broad shoulders were unmistakable, even blurred.
Her caption pierced straight through me:
Still the most perfect future mate. I can’t stop crying… should I accept his proposal?
Dinner engagement?
I nearly crushed the phone in my hand.
So he had proposed to her. Not with vague promises or half-spoken plans, but with something real—something meant to last. The kind of vow a wolf makes only when he’s chosen his Luna.