My Mate Chose Her Over Me

Two hours later, Rhys walked into the hospital. He came to my office, pushing Lana in a wheelchair beside him. His broad shoulders and towering frame filled the doorway, his Beta aura pressing down on me even before he spoke. Lana, her delicate features framed by her golden hair, looked up at him with adoration, her fingers intertwined with his.

"Georgina, let me introduce you. This is my mate, and I specifically asked him to come and thank you," Lana said, her voice sweet but laced with a smugness that made my wolf stir in the back of my mind.

"Come on, we both know she’s my Luna," Rhys replied, his deep voice carrying that familiar arrogance as he tousled her hair tenderly.

I looked up at them, my hands gripping the edge of my desk. "Here to make my day, are you?"

Rhys frowned slightly, his dark eyes narrowing. "Georgina, Lana was acting rashly, but striking her wasn’t right. Her cheek is still red. You owe her an apology."

My attention was drawn to the necklace around Lana’s neck—a purple diamond that glimmered in the sunlight. It was the one I had coveted for a long time, a symbol of status that Rhys had promised to me during our bonding ceremony.

"Wasn’t it supposed to be sent to our place?" I inquired, my eyes fixed on him, my voice steady despite the storm brewing inside me.

Rhys’s jaw tightened, his Beta aura flaring slightly. "Pick another one. Lana has her heart set on this."

I lowered my head, my fingers clenching automatically. My wolf growled softly, a low, menacing sound only I could hear. *He’s testing you,* she whispered, her voice a mix of anger and sorrow.

"Georgina, you’re mature enough to not hold grudges against someone younger. It’s just a necklace. If you apologize today, we can leave this behind and move on peacefully," Rhys insisted, his tone condescending, as if he were addressing an Omega rather than his former mate.

"It’s alright, Rhys," Lana said, her voice dripping with false kindness as she tugged at his sleeve. "Georgina’s just showing how much she cares for you. I get it."

Rhys leaned down to kiss her forehead, his lips lingering for a moment too long. "You’re too kind. If I don’t stand up for you now, who knows what she’ll do next time."

Lana turned to look at me, her eyes betraying a hint of victory. "She wouldn’t do that. Georgina’s not like that."

I laughed dryly, the sound harsh and bitter. Stepping forward, I stood in front of her, my wolf’s instincts taking over. With a swift kick, I overturned her wheelchair, sending her crashing to the floor.

"Actually, you’re wrong. I am precisely that kind of person."

Rhys froze for a moment, his Beta aura crackling with anger before he rushed to help Lana, who was now crying on the floor.

"Georgina, are you out of your mind? How could you..."

"Oh, I could," I snapped, my voice sharp as I took advantage of his distraction to slap him. The sound echoed in the small office, and I swung the door wide open, my wolf’s growl now a roar in my ears.

"Take your little drama queen and get out of my sight."

Patients and nurses in the hallway paused and stared, their whispers filling the air. Rhys, his face flushed with anger and embarrassment, picked up Lana, his Beta aura flaring dangerously.

"Alright, Georgina, you’ve got some nerve."

I didn’t respond, just stood there, my chest heaving as I watched them leave. My wolf’s growl softened into a whimper, her pain mirroring my own. *He’s not worth it,* she whispered, though her voice trembled. *He never was.*