After being left at the wedding, I don't want my mate anymore

Jeffery Hoffman was certain I was his destined mate. He spent ten years trying to win me over, and last month, when my wolf finally awakened, fate confirmed it—he had become my mate.

But on the eve of our wedding, I overheard him speaking with a friend.

"You're really going to marry Bella Ford? What about that sexy she-wolf you've been seeing on the side?"

There was a long pause before Jeffery replied, "She was just a snack while I was waiting for Bella to be confirmed as my mate. How could she compare? Bella is the real deal."

"If she doesn't stir up trouble, I might even keep her around," he added with a smirk. "Bella’s very tolerant—she wouldn’t mind."

The next day, that snack, Fiona, showed up and caused a massive scene at our wedding. In front of everyone, she shoved me off the stage. I stumbled and hit the floor hard, pain radiating through me—but Jeffery didn’t come to me.

He ran past me. Straight to her.

Fiona was holding a shard of broken glass to her throat, tears streaming down her face as she cried out, “Do you choose me or Bella Ford?”

Jeffery turned to me in a frenzy.

“Get lost!” he barked, shoving me aside. “I need to take her to the hospital. If anything happens to her, you’ll pay with your life!”

In that moment, something inside me shattered.

My wolf cried, and my heart died.