After My Mate Chose Her, I Found My True Mate

I woke to the sound of my phone exploding with notifications. The soft glow of the screen illuminated the unfamiliar walls of the Silverfang guest cabin as I reached for it, my heart sinking before I even read the first message.

Boston's jacket still draped over me, carrying his scent—pine and winter—but it couldn't shield me from what I found. A pack-wide mind-link broadcast had gone out in the early hours of the morning. Evan's voice, smooth and practiced, filled my head as I clicked play.

'It pains me to have to share this,' his voice echoed in the broadcast, dripping with false sincerity. 'But last night, our pack healer, Eve Davis, abandoned a dying Omega. When I begged her to use her healing essence to save Selena's life, she refused. She watched as Selena writhed in agony, claiming there was no illness, when any healer worth their salt would have tried to help.'

My stomach twisted as Selena's voice joined in, weak and trembling. 'I never meant to hurt anyone. I just wanted to be loved. But Eve... she said I deserved to suffer. That I was stealing her thunder with my illness.'

The lies burned like acid. I pressed my fingers together, trying to steady my breathing as more voices joined the broadcast—wolves I'd healed, wolves I'd cared for. All repeating the same twisted narrative. All believing the worst of me.

I threw on Boston's jacket and rushed outside, the crisp morning air biting at my skin. The Silverfang grounds were quiet, but I could feel the weight of judgment pressing down from the neighboring Moonveil territory. Pack bonds hummed with gossip and condemnation.

The door to the main pack house opened, and Boston emerged, his face grim. He held up his phone, showing me a series of medical records—records I'd never seen before, documenting a 'wolf illness' that didn't exist.

'Evan forged these,' Boston said, his voice low and controlled. 'He's presented them to your Alpha as evidence.'

I felt the ground shift beneath me. 'My father—'

'Is trying to fight for you.' Boston's eyes met mine, steady and unwavering. 'But the pack elders have already made their decision.'

As if on cue, my father's voice came through my phone, strained and tired. 'Eve, it's done. The Alpha has suspended you from your healer duties pending an investigation. I'm sorry, sweetheart. I tried to make them listen, but...'

The line went dead. I stared at the phone, numb. In one night, I'd lost everything—my mate, my ceremony, my discovery, and now my profession. The pack I'd served for years had turned against me based on lies.

'They can't do this,' I whispered, my voice breaking. 'I've given everything to the pack.'

Boston stepped closer, his presence solid and reassuring. 'They can, and they have. But it's not the end.'

I looked up at him, seeing the determination in his eyes. 'What do you mean?'

'We fight back.' He held out his hand. 'I'll help you get the evidence you need. We'll expose them both.'

I hesitated, my fingers hovering over his. This wasn't just about clearing my name anymore. This was about justice—and revenge.

'How?' I asked, my voice steadier now.

A slow, dangerous smile spread across Boston's face. 'I know where they parked that ambulance. And I know Selena was bleeding when she staged that fall.'

Understanding dawned. 'Blood. Evidence of the virus.'

'Exactly.' His eyes met mine. 'Are you ready to fight?'

I took his hand, feeling the warmth of his skin against mine. 'I was never the one who started this war. But I'll finish it.'

As we walked toward the border, I felt something shift inside me—grief hardening into resolve, pain crystallizing into purpose. Evan and Selena had taken everything from me. But they'd forgotten one crucial detail: they'd left evidence behind. And I was still the best healer in three territories. Blood didn't lie. And neither would I.