Can't life be more ironic? I’ve just found my mate, and he is none other than the Alpha King himself. He looks fine, I admit. A tall, elegant piece of art with a very handsome face. His blue ocean eyes suit his pale, lovely skin. He had the best neckline I've ever witnessed, which led to his very fine body. His body was another level of beauty; his muscles were neither big nor small, the perfect size. I felt my heart beating harder than it ever had. Call me dumb, but I expected that he would rush to me and try to save me. That’s the least he should do. I mean, I grew up hearing stories about the unbreakable mate bonds and love that starts with just eye contact. Well, I can’t deny this, but I felt connected to his soul until he coldly stared at me and turned his face away. I felt rejected, although he didn’t utter a word, and it was a painful rejection. Even though I was in too much pain, my dignity mattered the most. So, I ended up acting as if I didn't care either. Not wan
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