Still Here for You, My Mate
I met my mate, Alpha Draven, at the bonding ceremony of our classmate Raven—seven years after I rejected him.
But everything had changed.
He was still handsome and prestigious, with his beautiful mate clinging to his side.
And me?
I stood there in an old-fashioned uniform, black-rimmed glasses perched on my nose—
a relic from another world.
Yes. We were from two completely different worlds now.
In the middle of the ceremony, I overheard some werewolves whispering and laughing.
"Draven, have you finally moved on from her rejection? It's been seven years, after all."
His smile faded.
"Honestly, I didn't even recognize her at first glance today."
Their words struck me like claws to the heart.
I couldn't breathe.
So I left—quietly, halfway through the ceremony—before the pain could completely devour me.