Revenge in Silk

Rosalina’s POV

The first thing I thought about when I opened my eyes that morning was that I was finally going to be his mate.

I smiled before I could stop myself.

For twenty-three years, I had watched other girls prepare for their mating ceremonies. I had watched them dress in white, braid flowers into their hair, and walk beneath the moonlight with trembling hands while their families cheered from behind them.

Today, it was going to be me.

I climbed out of bed and crossed the room, already imagining the look on his face when he saw me.

My mating dress hung beside the window, waiting patiently for me.

It wasn't extravagant by all means, since Onyx and I already agreed on a simple wedding. Besides, even if I wanted to, I couldn't afford extravagance, and my family had never been particularly interested in making sure I had the best of anything. Still, I had spent weeks choosing every little detail.

The ivory fabric hugged my waist before falling softly around my legs. The sleeves were embroidered with tiny silver flowers, and I had sewn the final few beads onto the neckline myself.

I didn't fault my family since I was fairly a disappointment to them.

At eighteen when all werewolves got their wolves, I had fallen terribly ill. I was so bedridden to the point that the pack doctor was certain I wouldn't make it through. It took a full year before I was finally recuperated.

At first, I was so eager to meet my wolf. But after a month, I cried to my father, who assured me it was clearly because of the sickness and I should be a little more patient.

But when I turned twenty-one and my wolf was nowhere to be found, they all quickly discarded me. Talks had started circulating over how I was a complete human instead of having a powerful Aloha bloodline wolf like my father and my siblings.

It was one of those days that I ventured into the woods that I met Onyx. He had quickly assured me that he was my mate and he could care less about whether I was human or not.

Finally, I thought with a smile on my face. Finally, I was going to have someone to call my own, I thought as my eyes fell on the beads on the dress again. I touched them carefully, my heart thudding delightedly in my chest.

Tonight, I would become his.

The thought made warmth bloom in my chest.

I had loved him for years. Granted, half of the pack didn’t know about our relationship because he wanted to keep us low-key, so people wouldn’t think he was just trying to use me to gain the alliance of my father, Alpha Drake.

But today was different.

Today, he would stand before the entire pack, place his hand in mine, and announce me as his chosen mate.

I would finally have something that belonged to me. A family. A husband. A place where I wasn't the unwanted girl who had somehow been lucky enough to be taken in.

I picked up my perfume and sprayed a little against my wrists. I sniffed it a little and blushed at the seductive smell that filled my nostrils. Feeling a little bit flirty, I put on a cowl neck, backless gown and made my way to his temporary room at the house.

I adjusted my gown, leaving my cleavage open. I rested my hand on the doorknob, ready to burst in. Then I heard laughter. I froze instantly, not sure if I heard the voice correctly.

The laughter came again, and I knew I wasn’t hallucinating. The voice was truly familiar, including its softness.

The smile on my face disappeared almost instantly and a frown replaced it.

What was Freya doing in my mate’s room?

I turned the door handle and immediately noticed its resistance.

The frown on my face deepened as the door remained locked despite how hard I turned it twice. Alarm bells went off in my head but I kept my cool, reminding myself it wasn’t fair to think bad of my own sister. Even if that sister has always been distant from me.

I raised my hand, ready to knock when Onyx's voice travelled to my ears.

“But do you think it is fair to wait until tonight before we tell her?” He asked.

Tell who, what?

Frets giggled like a little witch. “Who says we are even telling her?” A brief pause. “She is just going to find out after she’s walked out in that silly gown of hers. She will find that you and I are already mates.” She chuckled loudly. “Oh, I can’t wait to find out how much shock she goes into when she finds out that you are not hers anymore.”

A cold seeped into me. But despite the cold, my body was drenched in sweat. I shivered terribly—whether from the cold or the sweat, I didn’t know—as the words settled within me and the world I was so excited about collapsed before my very own eyes.

Without thinking, I banged hard on the door. It must have been the shock of the rude banging but the door opened mere seconds later.

“What gave you the audacity to knock like—“ It was Onyx who opened the door and was ready to blast who knocked. His eyes rounded in shock as he took in my form, realizing I wand to an omega.

I stared at him in the face for a few seconds. My eyes lowered and I wished I hadn’t. He was clad in nothing but a towel he had obviously hastened to put on just to answer the door.

“Honey, who is that?” It was Freya. She peeped from the corner. Our eyes met in that instance. She smirked then, her eyes glistening with malicious intent. She walked over to where Onyx stood, still probably cooking up a lie for me.

“Well, we’ll, well. Hello, sister,” Freya said, flickering her Brownish gold hair at me.

“What are you two doing?” I asked in a surprisingly calm voice.

“Well, news flash, sister. He is now mine.” She answered, tangling her arms to that of Onyx who still stood there like a statue, just staring at everywhere but me.