Chapter Seven

Anna

Weddings? I wasn’t much of a fan. But hearing that my mate was getting married to another woman made me sick to my stomach.

I was stuck in bed ever since Stella told me this, crying my eyes out. Late nights, I would fantasize about Damon coming over and apologizing for rejecting me. But he never did. I never saw him after that.

The good thing about being rejected was that I was no longer his slave. He had completely forgotten about me. Maybe it was because he was focused on his wedding ceremony.

Today was the day. Two weeks after I had been rejected, and two weeks after Stella had broken the news to me. Damon was getting married to his childhood friend. She was his girlfriend since they were little, and I wondered why I thought my destiny of being his mate would be powerful enough to shatter that bond. It didn’t make any sense.

Maybe I was just a loser.

The door swung open and Stella stepped into the room. She was wearing an orange dress which had a slit from her right thigh down to her ankle. Her brown hair was wrapped up neatly into a bun and her tanned skin glowed in the late morning sun that bathed my room.

She was staring at me in confusion.

“Why aren’t you dressed yet?” She asked.

I buried my face in the pillow avoiding her question. I heard her sigh before she walked up to me. Stella sat beside me and placed her hand on my shoulder. Her touch was warm.

“Anna, you know it’s mandatory to be present at the Alpha’s wedding,” she said.

I lifted my face from the pillow and looked at her.

“I don’t care. I doubt that he remembers that I still exist,” I said.

Stella cocked her head.

“You’d be surprised.”

I rolled my eyes and she chuckled.

“I’m not going, Stella.”

I was adamant about not leaving the room. I was tired of being treated like a nobody. I wanted to be myself and make my own rules. But I doubted it was possible in a place like this.

“Come on, Anna. Don’t do this,” she urged. “I even bought you a dress.”

My eyes lit up as I heard that. Her chuckle said it all. She wasn’t lying.

“You bought me a dress?”

She looked at me completely perplexed.

“What else do you think was in the box at the dresser?”

My eyes went to the dresser and I was surprised to see the box sitting there. It was weird that I hadn’t noticed it until now. My eyes were soaked with tears that I could barely see anything. It wasn't completely my fault.

“Now get ready, we are going for the wedding.”

***

Stella had successfully convinced me to go to the wedding. It was hard to believe that my mate was getting married to another woman.

When the piano played the song “Here Comes the Bride” I didn’t bother to stand. I was focused on the altar where Damon stood impatiently.

He was dressed in a black suit that matched his jet-black hair which was combed neatly. His lemon eyes were fixed on the aisle where Sophie was coming from. I couldn’t deny how gorgeous he looked.

I felt like I had let an opportunity slip by letting another woman get married to the most gorgeous man I ever laid eyes on. And yes, that gorgeous man was my mate. Maybe I should have fought for what was mine. It was too late now. He was already getting married.

After the song, everyone sat down and watched the couple exchange vows. I clenched my jaws and watched them as they professed their love for each other. I felt sick to my stomach.

I understood why Damon didn’t want me. I could see the emotions in his eyes as he stared at his bride-to-be. After exchanging vows, they kissed each other and the crowd cheered.

Sophie’s eyes searched the crowd, and when they met mine, she gave me a sinister smile. I could feel my blood boiling. My jaws clenched and I wanted to whack the smile out of her face so badly. But it was too late. She was officially Damon’s wife and the Luna of the pack.

But the wedding was over, and I wanted to go home. As the couple walked through the aisle, Damon’s eyes met mine and he looked surprised as he saw me. Our gaze went on for longer than ten seconds. He was accessing me, his eyes complimenting my dress.

I could feel my thighs tremble as his lemon eyes pierced through my soul. His eyes reminded me of what could have been mine. His alluring aura made it hard for me to hate him. He was mine. He was supposed to be.

Damn you, Damon.

And then in a second, his eyes peeled away from mine and the feeling was gone. I felt empty once again. Maybe I shouldn’t have come here. I should have stayed home and cried all day like I normally did.

My life was officially over, and my mate had done the worst to me. But one thing was for certain; I still couldn't hate him.