Elysia’s POV
I stood there stunned, in the garden behind the packhouse. The flower I held slipped from my hand. Its petals scattered as they hit the ground— just like the pieces of my heart.
Jonathan, my soulmate, was down on one knee, proposing… not to me, but to the shewolf who had always tried to make my life difficult here, in this pack.
“Violet, will you be my Luna?” Jonathan popped the question, which cut through me like a knife.
“Say yes! Say yes!” Elora, Jonathan's sister cheered, her laughter twisting the knife deeper. The others joined in, their voices a cruel chorus celebrating my devastation.
“Jonathan! How could you?” My lips trembled as I mumbled.
I loved him for five years.
Five whole years!
Since the moment I found he was my mate, chosen by the goddess. I left
