She Tested My Mate, I Broke Her Chapter 01

She Tested My Mate, I Broke Her Chapter 01

My best friend Mia suggested using a fake account to test my mate.

I agreed and set up a dummy profile, and told her it was my mate’s account.

She immediately sent that account a private message trashing me, calling me a slut who’d been around, saying I was used goods.

Then she started flooding the chat with sexy selfies: low cut tops, bikinis, showing off her curves, thighs prominently on display.

“Hey, handsome. Want to hang out? I’m a good girl. I’ll do whatever you want.” She wrote.

I replied, “I don’t believe you. Prove it.”

The next day, during the big quarterly meeting, EMTs rushed Mia away.

Something deep inside her body was vibrating violently…

***

After my mate proposed, my best friend Mia started acting weird.

She kept worrying that my mate would hurt me.

It didn’t make any sense to me.

Jack was tall, handsome, and completely devoted. He was a Stanford graduate from an old-money Alpha pack family. The moment we met, we recognized each other as fated mates.

He was possessive, always keeping his eyes on me. Over the summer, he moved me to his family’s private island and kept me close at all times.

Maybe Mia was just upset that I had less time for her. I tried to reassure her.

“No matter where I go, I’ll always bring you back a gift.”

But that only seemed to make things worse. She got more anxious, constantly calling to ask where I was.

After dinner one night, I finally had enough. I pulled her aside.

“Mia, what’s going on? We’ve been like sisters since third grade. If you know something about Jack, you need to tell me.”

She fidgeted, unable to meet my eyes.

“It’s just… Chloe, are you sure you want to be with him? He’s so accomplished. And you… well, you’re great too, but he’s way out of your league.”

“How can you be sure he’ll stay faithful?” Her words stung like needles.

Was she saying I wasn’t good enough?

When she saw my face harden, she quickly backtracked. “I just mean, marriage is forever! What if there’s something you don’t know about him? What if he cheats? You need to know for sure.”

“How am I supposed to investigate that?” I asked, frustrated.

Her eyes suddenly brightened. “Give me his number. I’ll make a fake account and test him. If he doesn’t take the bait, then he’s loyal.”

My gut told me this was a terrible idea. But Mia kept pushing, and finally I said I’d think about it.

That night, curled up with Jack on the couch in our Seattle apartment overlooking the bay, I confessed everything.

He didn’t get mad. He just laughed.

“Let me get this straight. Your ‘best friend’ wants to test me through DMs?” He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.

“Baby, do you really think ten years of friendship outweighs whatever she wants from you?”

“Don’t put it like that,” I said. “Mia just cares about me.”

“Okay,” he said with a sly smile. “Here’s what we do. You set up a fake account and tell her it’s mine. Then you chat with her yourself and find out what your best friend really wants.”

Right then, my phone buzzed.

A text from Mia: [So? Have you thought about it?]

I looked at Jack, then at my phone.

A dark idea started taking root in my mind.

“Alright,” I whispered. “Let’s play.”

It took me a minute to create the new account. I chose a male name and used a silhouette as the profile picture. I sent the username to Mia.

Within seconds, a new message popped up in the account: [Hey :)]

I replied in Jack’s usual curt style: [Do I know you?]

The answer came instantly: [Who I am doesn’t matter. What matters is I know your girlfriend. She’s been playing you. She’s a bitch who slept with half the soccer team.]

I felt my blood run cold.