My Mate Chose His Ex, I Chose to Be Rich Alone

For six years, I was Edwards’ mate. His provider. His pack’s savior.

I housed his family, paid off their debts, and funded their lavish lives with my own earnings.

In return, my mate sent me into a death trap so his ex-girlfriend could take my place on our family vacation.

He looked me in the eyes, with no trace of shame. "The convoy was at capacity. I had to give Rebecca your spot. You are powerful. You can cross the Shadow Thorn Wastes by yourself."

His family agreed. I was strong, they said. Rebecca was fragile.

It was a small sacrifice.

But as they welcomed her into my home, my heart turned to ice. My love for him died at that moment.

Now, after I’ve cut him off and severed our bond, he stands before me, begging.

His voice is a pathetic whimper through our broken bond. “Liana, I cannot lose you!”

But he doesn’t want me.

He wants my money.

He wants his golden goose back.

Too bad for him. This goose has flown, and he’s about to find out what it’s like to starve.