And then there he was, my Drake, on the screen saying: "This New Year, I just want my mate safe, happy, and strong."
Her voice—Chiara’s—laughed behind him, sweet and soft, and it hit me like ice water straight to my veins. My face went pale, my stomach dropped. Chiara. Not me.
Five years ago, I lost my sight in a pack accident, and he was shattered. Everyone said no alpha would ever stay with a blind mate. Everyone whispered and plotted and… replaced me.
They found her, this Chiara, a girl who looked like me. And they sent her to him.
I remember the night he found out. My Drake, red-eyed and shaking, ready to rip her apart with his own hands. "Get out! My heart belongs to Chloe and only Chloe! Anyone else disgusts me!"
He drove to the infirmary at night, held me close, let his hot tears fall on my shoulder. "Baby, we’ll get our bond tomorrow. You’ll be mine, officially, my mate, my mate for life."
Everyone knew he loved me. Hated Chiara. But now she was the one smiling at him, wearing my face, claiming my place.
What happened? Did he… forget me? Was I just… erased?