My Husband Died. His Best Friend Became My Mate
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"Have you made your decision?"
Fenric stood behind me, his voice lower than usual.
I stared at my reflection in the mirror—a woman who had just lost her husband—and nodded.
"Ylva." He called my name again, as if to confirm.
"I've decided," I said. "I'm willing to become your mate."
I never thought losing my husband would be the easiest thing fate had done to me.
The day Soren died, I felt the bond break—not metaphorically, but truly, a tearing from the deepest part of my soul. The moment the fated bond vanished, I knew he was dead.
Then I was driven out by the Ironblood Pack, betrayed by the Greenshaw family, and nearly became a "gift" at someone's banquet.
Fenric Silvermane saved me.
Soren's best friend. The Alpha of the Silvermane Pack. One of the most powerful men in the capital.
He said he was only fulfilling a promise—Soren had entrusted me to him before leaving for battle.
But fated bonds don't lie.
The first time he caught me from falling, his inner wolf recognized me. He knew, yet chose to suppress it, to disguise that near-maddening possessiveness with his usual coldness.
Until Soren died.
He said he wanted to marry me.
I refused.
I tried to escape.
I tried to threaten him with a dagger.
He was crazier than I imagined—he turned the blade on himself and said, "Kill me and you can leave."
I finally agreed to marry him. Trading the fated bond for protection, freedom for safety.
I thought it was just a transaction.
I didn't expect him to put the treasury keys in my hands, to establish my authority among the nobles, to remember what I liked to eat.
I didn't expect that on an ordinary night, he would say in a very low voice—
"Even if your heart only holds Soren, I truly love you."
That's when I realized I was no longer just enduring him.
The mating ceremony was set exactly one month after Soren's death.
When the great hall doors opened, I saw Fenric. He stood there watching me, his ice-blue eyes full of love for me.
I took a deep breath and walked toward him.
Just then—
The hall doors were pushed open again. Soren, who was supposed to be dead, appeared before us.
Fenric stood behind me, his voice lower than usual.
I stared at my reflection in the mirror—a woman who had just lost her husband—and nodded.
"Ylva." He called my name again, as if to confirm.
"I've decided," I said. "I'm willing to become your mate."
I never thought losing my husband would be the easiest thing fate had done to me.
The day Soren died, I felt the bond break—not metaphorically, but truly, a tearing from the deepest part of my soul. The moment the fated bond vanished, I knew he was dead.
Then I was driven out by the Ironblood Pack, betrayed by the Greenshaw family, and nearly became a "gift" at someone's banquet.
Fenric Silvermane saved me.
Soren's best friend. The Alpha of the Silvermane Pack. One of the most powerful men in the capital.
He said he was only fulfilling a promise—Soren had entrusted me to him before leaving for battle.
But fated bonds don't lie.
The first time he caught me from falling, his inner wolf recognized me. He knew, yet chose to suppress it, to disguise that near-maddening possessiveness with his usual coldness.
Until Soren died.
He said he wanted to marry me.
I refused.
I tried to escape.
I tried to threaten him with a dagger.
He was crazier than I imagined—he turned the blade on himself and said, "Kill me and you can leave."
I finally agreed to marry him. Trading the fated bond for protection, freedom for safety.
I thought it was just a transaction.
I didn't expect him to put the treasury keys in my hands, to establish my authority among the nobles, to remember what I liked to eat.
I didn't expect that on an ordinary night, he would say in a very low voice—
"Even if your heart only holds Soren, I truly love you."
That's when I realized I was no longer just enduring him.
The mating ceremony was set exactly one month after Soren's death.
When the great hall doors opened, I saw Fenric. He stood there watching me, his ice-blue eyes full of love for me.
I took a deep breath and walked toward him.
Just then—
The hall doors were pushed open again. Soren, who was supposed to be dead, appeared before us.
















































