The Rejected Omega Who Was Always Meant To Be Queen

Bianca’s POV

"Follow me," my mate, Marcus had said the moment he stepped into the healer's den and intruppted my time with a patient.

I had noticed the cold glaze in his eyes and the staunt pose of his shoulders which had scared me.

“The pack is waiting.”

“The pack?” I echoed.

I was confused.

Tomorrow was the wedding.

And even if there was something happening today, it didn’t explain Marcus’s peculiar behavior.

“What is the pack waiting for? The wedding isn’t until tomorrow.”

His silence made me even more nervous as a eerie feeling claimed me.

But still I followed him because that was me—I always followed.

I was obedient, following him through the palace until we arrived at the great halls where the pack members ululated.

But I stopped in my track at the sight of someone, the person I have come to detest the most, the siren after my mate.

It was her, Selene.

She was a tall woman, standing poised on the podium with her raven black hair and sharp eyes that glittered with smug satisfaction.

She wore her family's crest which was embroidered on a midnight black silk gown that hugged her curvy but compact body, nothing like me, the overfed healer.

I hadn’t looked in a mirror on the way here but I knew that my wild hair would be absolutely messy in my bun.

Why hadn't he told me she would be here?

Why were both of us here anyways?

But, I pushed the thoughts to the back of my head as Marcus climbed the podium alongside I and began to address the crowd.

“Pack members,” Marcus announced in a booming voice that broke through my confusion. “Today, I stand before you as your Alpha who is responsible for securing the future of this pack. And because of this, I must always pick the best…”

I smiled shyly as my hands simply began to tremble in self consciousness.

This was a reminder that tomorrow was my wedding, I would be tied to my mate as one, forever.

I looked at Marcus.

I waited for him to look at me, for his eyes to soften.

Finally, Marcus turned his gaze to me.

But it was cold and it didn't soften despite the icy aura he gave off.

My smile faded.

Something was definitely wrong.

I didn’t know what it was yet I tried to maintain a smile and a confident posture, at least for the pack.

My eyes asked him the very question that my mouth couldn’t.

“What’s going on?”

And then, he had said it, those words.

“I, Marcus Blackwood,” his words rang with cruel confidence, “reject you, Bianca Elara, as my mate.”

My heart caught in my throat.

My entire world tilted on its axis the moment those words left the mouth of the man who had promised me I would be his three days ago in his bed.

Three days ago, he had called me his mate, the only woman for him as he had made love to me under the moonlight, moaning my name.

It was a night I would never forget.

So, how could he now, what had changed?

But, when he turned, to the woman beside me—Selene, I knew why he was doing this.