The Rejection And The Vision

Chapter four

Diana's pov:

The silence still persisted as everyone watched. What was going to happen next? No one knew. I continued to stand on the same spot while I faced the Lycan Prince, son of King William Winston.

I couldn't believe that the heir to the throne was my mate. I, a mere citizen, was to be a royalty, to be a princess myself.

I never really put much effort in finding my mate, but I had always hoped to find him one day. Maybe he would treat me with dignity and respect even though I'm a werewolf and also treat my kind better. But as I turned eighteen a year ago, I never really found him, and so I just lived my life trying to survive.

Now here I was, in the presence of the royal family, the prime ministers and the prince himself who was my mate.

I stared at his blue eyes for quite a while, not knowing what would happen next but I had a feeling.

He slowly walked up to me, I could see disgust evidently etched on his handsome features as he peered down at me which made me shrink into myself a bit.

No one dared to speak as he finally stood in front of me, he glanced at me from head to toe and I suddenly felt conscious of what I wore, whether my hair was disheveled. He made me feel this way and I've only seen him for less than ten minutes.

I knew the lycan community never really liked my kind because we were different, we weren't the original wolf bloods; an embodiment of the moon goddess and so they despised us. For the prince, he was a mystery, he never showed himself and only did so on occasion, he traveled a lot and so I never got to know him.

A few seconds passed which felt like a long time for me before he spoke, his voice, deep, calm and collected, high and mighty like every other lycan in the room. “The moon goddess must have been out of her mind when she paired you, a mere werewolf with an original lycan. I am the prince!”

He moved forward, unsure if all these were real but then his face scrunched up again in disgust as he gave me a once-over.

“You weak, disgusting peasant of a nobody, running around polluting the place with your unsureness.” With a direct stare and not a break in eye contact. He kept his look straight and free from any expression other than disgust.

“Impossible, I, prince Alaric O'Neil Winston…" His voice remained on the same level like he wasn't angry but just disappointed. I knew what this meant. I've heard about it from others, and didn't think it would happen to me.

I shook my head continuously, praying that he would stop, but my prayers went unanswered as he continued, “Reject you as my fated mate!”

An immense pain tore through my chest as I clutched at it. I began to hyperventilate, my eyes became blurry due to the amount of tears that welled up.

I didn't know what to do, I couldn't feel anything but pain as I just stood there.

Confused, tired, angry, the emotions washed through me. I swerved around me, the little laughter, the mocking stares, the ridicule as I continued to step backwards. It was too much for me as it was the most attention I've gotten in a long time.

Prince Alaric still stood in his spot, his hands behind his back, his face devoid of emotions as he just watched me.

I didn't think of anything else as I felt the room spin and almost lost my footing before I ran for the door and out of such a suffocating environment.

I ran all the way back to the servants quarters and to my room. I didn't know what was happening, all I knew was pain, a wrenching pain in my chest. I tried pulling my clothes to see if it'll go away but it didn't. I laid in my bed clutching at my chest wishing for death but it never came.

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After a while of just laying down, I cried myself to sleep.

A blinding light shone before me and then flashes sped up so fast I couldn't understand what I saw, and then I heard a soft soothing voice that spoke to me, “You are the one."

All she said before a wolf appeared in my vision, it looked blurred, large in size and then it disappeared.

The scenery changed to one of a large hill, once covered with flowers but now looked burnt and dark. I peered down the hill but couldn't see anything when I jerked awake.

It was a dream, none of it made sense, a wolf, a voice saying I was the one, a burnt hill. I couldn't understand it and so I just let it go, relieving the nightmare of what had happened—my rejection.

Who was I kidding, there was no chance of me having a mate in the first place, being as weak and helpless as I was. I sighed as I rubbed my chest once again.

While I sat on the bed, I didn't know I was crying again until a teardrop fell into my hand. I used my hands to wipe the tears away, sniffling. I tried to not think too much about it but it seems that was the only thing on my mind.

The last thing I remembered was his face, looking so calm and nonchalant while I felt like my world had crashed into a thousand pieces. He appeared fine, while I was praying for death because I couldn't withstand the pain.

Why did the moon goddess make it this way? Maybe the moon goddess must have been insane when she fated us together. I used his words because why would the moon goddess pair us up knowing it would only cause pain and suffering and on one end.

I pushed the thought out of my mind as I didn't want to question my faith in the moon goddess just because of him.

While I sat and consoled myself, there were noises just outside my door before it was roughly pushed open…