All Chapters of ALMOST REJECTED; FATE'S CHOICE : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Sabrina. " I will come," I answered, raw bitterness cropping my voice. I didn't even wait for him to respond before I ended the call. No matter how much I hated going back there, I had to, at least, for that locket. The flight from Greenland Pack, the place that had been my home for the last four years, to Shadow Wall Pack, was long and nerve-wracking, it took approximately ten hours. Yes, ten hours. Back then, when I left Shadow Wall Pack, that was how desperately I wanted to put a distance between me and the people who hurt me, people who broke me, and the place which stopped being my home. And for the four years that I had been away, looking back, I couldn't help but marvel at the person that I had become. Greenland Pack had been kind to me. Under the strict Alpha's training, I had become stronger, both physically and mentally. In Greenland Pack, there were mandatory exercises to strengthen both your body and harden your resilience. Back then, when I had left Shadow Wa

Rhys. It was three in the morning, my wedding day to Amery Fords, and for some reason, I couldn't sleep. To distract myself, I went into my study, but even there, I couldn't get anything done. ' Are you sure about this, Rhys?' My wolf, Storm's sceptical voice drew me out of my reverie, and I nodded, determination glazing my eyes. There was no room for doubt. I was only a few hours from marrying Amery, what was there not to be sure about? ' Why must it be her? Why must it be Amery? She is not even our fated mate! Why did you choose her?' Once again, he asked, his voice coated with unveiled contempt as he spoke about Amery. She might not have been our fated mate, but she was the woman that I chose. And most importantly? She was kind. No one was more suitable for the position of my luna than her. For some reason though, Storm never liked her, from the very beginning, and even now that I was about to marry her, in a few hours, he was still unwilling, using every trick to make m

Sabrina. " I will reject her." Rhys declared, and the relief that painted my father's features? That stung. In our werewolf culture, mates were sacred. It was something that one would look forward to for years, eagerly anticipating the discovery of their soulmate, their goddess-given mate. Growing up, given my friendship with Rhys, my father had, on several occasions, expressed on how he wished for Rhys and me to be fated mates. That way, his heart would have been at peace, knowing that I was with someone who truly cared for me. And now, at twenty-five, after discovering that Rhys was my fated mate, the very same father was begging me to reject him. And when Rhys offered to reject me instead, my father looked relieved, pleased, even. The irony wasn't lost on me. And Rhys? Growing up with him, his biggest wish was for me to turn out to be his fated mate. On countless occasions, I had heard him express it. I had even read his diary, and that had been his birthday wish

Sabrina. Fear, anxiety, and something sinister cropped Amery's smile as she waited for my choice. "I..." I paused, taking my time, for a twisted minute, savouring the taste of their panic, their anxiety, their anticipation. I have to be honest though, it felt good. I felt in control, after they betrayed me, broke me, I felt thoroughly pleased seeing their current plight. " Please, " Slow, wrapped in desperation, Rhys begged, the neediness in his voice bringing a cold smile to my lips. He was hopelessly in love with Amery, wasn't he? To the point that he was willing to step on his Alpha ego, to beg, for Amery. Seeing the man that I once loved so deeply lose himself over another she-wolf, to the point of rejecting his fated mate, I was hurt and amused in equal measures, and for a moment, I clenched my claws into fists, but the pain was insignificant to the one within, to my whimpering wolf, and to the bitterness that was violently simmering in my chest. " Sabrina? Ca

Sabrina. I stood awkwardly on the dance floor, trying to act unfazed by the absence of my mate, especially, in the middle of the dancing floor, alone, where the couples were supposed to be dancing, but I was failing, miserably, too. Their eyes were on me, heavily, filled with equal dosages of pity and judgment, especially as they looked at the now-empty space, where Amery was occupying, and the empty space next to me, where Rhys was supposed to be standing. Where he was? The answer was painfully obvious. Somewhere, consoling Amery. The wedding had been hers and Rhys', but I replaced her, becoming the luna. Of course, the pack members were aware of the thick tension balancing between the three of us. After the newlyweds' first dance, other couples joined us, eagerly swaying to the beats, cozzying up to their mates, and as they danced, looking all happy, I felt like my heart was being squeezed, their occasional giggles a mockery to the bitterness that coiled up in my gut.