At first, I tried to push the feelings aside. Sabrina had never shown any interest in Noah romantically, and he had assured me that their relationship was purely platonic. But I couldn’t ignore the way his eyes lingered on her when he thought I wasn’t looking, or how he seemed to prioritize her needs above everything else.
One night, after a particularly tense dinner where Sabrina had joined us, I confronted Noah.
“Do you still love her?” I asked bluntly, my heart pounding in my chest.
Noah looked at me, startled by the question. “Willow, no. It’s not like that anymore.”
“Then why do you always drop everything for her?” I pressed, my voice trembling. “I’m here, standing by your side, and yet it feels like I’m always second to her.”
He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Sabrina and I have history, but that’s all it is—history. You’re the one I’m with now. I chose you.”
But he began to spend more time with Sabrina. He would cancel important pack meetings, asking me to go on his behalf just to go on a date with Sabrina at the amusement pack. Once, I confronted him and he grew angry.