Chapter 2

Yira stared at me like I'd lost my mind. Before she could ask me anything, the door of the room swung open.

I turned my head and saw Beta Axel. His eyes drew to me, and he spoke coldly.

"Alpha has arrived at the hall. Why are you still here? You need to come to the hall right now."

There was a commanding tone in his voice that didn't go unnoticed by me.

I felt like deja vu. I knew what had happened after that.

The reason why I was in the room was I fainted from anxiety, thinking Roman would not show up at our wedding.

But when I woke up, he was there. He was not happy with the wedding. Laura still hadn't come back yet, so he somehow married me.

"Are you listening? Come out fast!" The beta snapped me out of my thoughts.

Beta Axel was rude to me. But he was not that bad; I realized it in my past life after marrying Roman.

"Tell your Alpha that he can keep waiting," I replied coldly, looking away from him.

Axel was stunned. He frowned at me. Yira quickly got up and bowed to him. "Beta Axel, Mira will be there in a few minutes."

Axel gave me one last confusing glance and left the room.

Yira turned to me and held my hand. “Mira, did you hit your head? Why do you want to keep Alpha Roman waiting?”

I slipped my hand out of her grip, getting out of the bed. I quickly went to open the window.

I saw it was close to the ground. I peaked outside, trying to see if guards were there to catch me if I tried to escape from there.

Yira rushed toward me and grabbed my arm. "Mira, what are you doing?"

"I am trying to find a way to run away from this wedding," I replied.

Yira's eyes widened. "You want to run away from your wedding with Alpha Roman? He is the love of your life! You have been chasing him for two years now! When he finally agrees to marry you, do you want to back away?"

I froze at her words. I gripped the window frame tightly. She was right. I was the one who started everything. I was a foolish eighteen year old girl who fell for a heartless man two years ago.

"Absolutely right. I should not leave the wedding. I will face it," I said, turning to her.

She gave me a confused look. "You are our orphanage's pride. You won't do anything to make the other's life hell, right?"

I was startled by her alarming words. I took a deep sigh. ‘Sorry, Yira. In this life, I will only think about myself. I am not going to be a scapegoat for others,’ I thought.

I looked at myself in the mirror. I became a twenty-year-old girl again. But the innocent girl who begged for Roman’s love was dead.

I told myself with a smile, "It's show time."

When I opened the door, the cold air of the hall hit my body. The different scents of different people of different ranks hit my nostrils.

I walked out of the room, walked past the hallway, and entered the wedding hall.

The wedding was private. Only a few wealthy people of the pack had come to attend the wedding tonight. Because Roman was ashamed of me as his bride.

As I walked past them, their eyes fell on me.

Surpassing their gazes, I approached the large stage where the priest was waiting with an ancient book of laws.

My eyes immediately shifted to the man beside him, a cold and emotionless figure looking devastatingly sharp in a custom-tailored black suit.

My steps halted near the stage as soon as he turned around to look at me.

His cold eyes froze me at my place.

He was a man of masterclass in dangerous elegance. His cold, porcelain perfection made him look untouchable.

At twenty-five years old, Roman was already a powerful Alpha, who had spent years away from the pack, learning the ropes from the North-Eastern Lycan King.

But he didn't just learn; he conquered. When he came back to the pack two years ago, he returned as a businessman who had surpassed his own teacher.

In my past life, I was head over heels for him. I was dying to take the vows with him.

But now everything turned the opposite. His charming look and cold eyes were not moving my heart at all.

Instead, I felt hatred develop in my heart, reaching to the core where it was impossible to remove.

While staring at him, I thought, 'I will never forgive you, Roman. '

Roman's parents held my hands and helped me to get onto the stage. In the past, I thought they were nice people. But after the wedding I saw their true colors. They always neglected me for being an orphan.

​Walking onto the stage, every step brought me closer to Roman.

His cold eyes tracked me silently. No amazement for his bride, no excitement for the wedding.

When I stopped right in front of him, I did something I never had the courage to do in my past life—I looked him dead in the eye.

His gaze sent a jolt through my heart. Not from love, but from a deep, unforgiving hatred.

I used to think he was my hero; little did I know the man in front of me was the villain of my life.

"Start the wedding vows," Roman's grandfather, Alpha Raxon, spoke with a commanding voice.

All the guests in the hall held their breaths to witness the majestic wedding.

It was because Roman and I were mates. We found it the day we met. It was the only reason Alpha Raxon forced Roman and made him agree to make me the Luna of the pack.

The priest started speaking, causing everyone in the hall to turn silent. Because I was an orphan, he didn't use a surname with my name.

"Do you, Roman Ashford, take Mira to be your lawfully wedded wife to live together in marriage?"

​Roman didn’t reply. His eyes just stayed locked on me.

Looking at him, I suddenly remembered my past life where I begged him, almost on my knees just to say yes.

He did marry me back then, but the moment the vows were over, he made my life a living hell.

"Roman..." His grandfather spoke with a warning tone.

Roman’s eyes moved from me, shifting to his grandfather. He gave him an unreadable look and muttered,

"Yes, I do."

His parents exchanged a glance with an exhale. Alpha Raxon smiled proudly with a nod.

The priest turned to me. "Do you, Mira, take Roman Ashford to be your lawfully wedded husband, to live together in marriage?"

Everyone thought the wedding was already over since there was no way I would take time to respond.

Roman looked at me with cold disgust, believing I was desperate to be with him.

“Just exchange the rings and finish this wedding faster. I have other work to do,” he muttered.

​A slow smirk formed on my lips. Roman’s thick brows furrowed, sudden confusion flashing through his icy gaze.

"No," I said, my voice clear and steady. "I don't accept him as my husband."

The entire hall froze.

Shock rippled through the crowd, followed by an explosion of gasps and frantic whispers from the guests.

​Roman was shocked, and so was his family. His voice dropped to a freezing whisper as he asked,

"What did you say?"

My smirk grew, cold and fearless, as I took a step back from him. My eyes never left his. Lifting my chin high, I let my voice echo so every single wolf could hear me.

"Right here, in front of the pack, I am rejecting you as my mate and my husband."