My mate is a boy

Zara's POV

I ran after Jace, clutching the small velvet box in my hand. Alex had told me it was his nineteenth birthday today, and I'd spent hours saving up for the silver cuff bracelet he'd once said he liked. Today was also our one-year anniversary. I was nervous but excited – thinking of the way his eyes would light up when he saw it, the way he might kiss me and call me his girl in front of everyone.

But what I saw instead made me stop dead in my tracks.

Jace had his hands wrapped tightly around Alex's waist, dragging her flush against his chest as his lips crashed onto hers. They were hidden beneath the shadow of the tree behind his house, but I saw everything. The way his fingers tangled her hair, how her hands slid up his neck as though she'd done it a thousand times.

My legs buckled. A sharp, searing pain shot through my chest, so intense I pressed a trembling hand to my mouth to stop myself from sobbing out loud. Tears blurred my vision, hot and angry and broken all at once. I wanted to scream. I wanted to tear them apart, to make him look at me, make her see what she'd done.

Alex. My best friend since I was seven. The girl who knew all my secrets, my dreams, and my fears. And Jace... my boyfriend. My future mate.

I didn't mean to follow him. I wasn't spying or doubting him. I just wanted to surprise him, to make him smile, to make this day special. But now I stood frozen, watching everything I thought I knew shatter and fall apart.

I watched the love life I had built with so much love crush in seconds, with the boy I loved, kissing the girl I thought would always stand by me.

I get it. There was no mate bond between us, no magical pull that told me he was mine, but still, we had spent so much time together since childhood and my instinct screamed he's the one. I hadn't felt our bond yet. Maybe because I was only seventeen, too young still, maybe, for the bond to awaken. But my heart didn't care about that. It had chosen him anyway. And he broke it without a second thought.

That was two weeks ago. But it feels like a lifetime.

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My house is quiet now, too quiet. The kind of silence that presses on your ears until you can't breathe. The walls feel like they're closing in sometimes, like they're keeping the memories trapped inside so they can haunt me over and over again.

After my mom died, the silence became my only companion. I stopped going to school, first for a few days, then weeks, then months. Grief swallowed me whole. One year slipped into the next, and no one pushed me to return. Not my stepdad, who barely remembered I existed. Not the teachers, who probably gave up.

I didn't care. Without my mom, nothing seemed worth it anymore.

Now it's just me and Aunt May in this big, empty house that feels more like a museum of the life I lost. She tries. She always tries. But I see the worry in her eyes, the way she watches me when she thinks I'm not looking. I hear it in the way she hesitates before knocking on my door, as if afraid I might shatter into pieces at the slightest touch.

Jace's betrayal was the final blow.

Sometimes, late at night, I stare at the ceiling and wonder how I became this version of myself. A girl who barely recognizes her own reflection. A girl who lets the days pass by so fast, because the pain is easier to manage that way. I used to dream about the future. About love, adventure, and freedom. Now I dream of nothing at all.