Fated Mates Torn By Hate (Werewolf Short Stories)
Perhaps I had only loved the idea of what we could have been, the idea that he had been the mate I’ve been waiting for a long time and yet gone too soon.
It hadn’t mattered now. His half-brother, my fiance, is now standing before the altar in his midnight-black suit, his dark skin glowing with silver under the moonlight.
“What is it, Rhiannon?” my father winced.
I shook my head. “Nothing. It’s just...the rejection.”
I inhaled a deep breath. I spotted Catrin, my bestfriend, and Rowan, my brother, sitting next to each other. For once, I envied that they look like a better couple than Beta Homer and I ever was.