Mag-log inMabella’s POV
Everything went silent for a moment and the silence hurts, it's the kind that crashes inside your head and drowns every single thought.
Mate.
The word echoed again and again, louder each time, like it was trying to mock me.
No, no, no.
This was so wrong!
Why did this happen?
My chest tightened painfully as I stared at him, my fingers were still sticky with cake and my lips were trembling.
And he…he was just staring at me, he didn't smirk or look disgusted like I expected but seriously I was scared of his next move.
Why should I be mated to a freaking alpha, my sister's husband on her wedding day?!
He moved slowly towards me and my body felt as if hot coal was thrown on me…is it fear or the mate arousal thing they talk about? I don't know, maybe both.
My body reacted before my brain could process it. I stumbled back, shaking my head quickly.
My wolf growled angrily, she wanted her mate, she hated that I was staying back but what can I do? If only I were slimmer.
Fear wrapped around me as he approached more…I knew what was coming…it's expected.
He's going to reject me, of course what Alpha would want a fat mate for himself?
My heart burned as my throat tightened when I noticed people were approaching.
My wolf whimpered softly inside me, confused, restless.
“Reject me,” I said suddenly, the words spilling out before I could stop them. My hands were clenched tightly at my sides. “Just do it quickly, before people come please, I won't tell anyone.”
His brows furrowed in confusion.
Why was he confused?
I hope I wasn't delusional about that whole thing?!
“What?”
“You won't want me, I'm not fit…just do it, please.” I rushed and I hated the crack in my voice.
“Mabella.”.... The way he said my name made my heart beat race.
“You think I would reject you? What made you think so?” he asked, his voice was so low, almost dangerous but somehow I still wanted to hear it over and over again.
Wasn't he going to reject me?
Huh?
What sort of a dream was this?
Then what was he going to do with me? Kill me?
Fuck!
“Then what are you going to do to me?” I asked, trembling..
He closed the distance between us in two quick steps and before I could move again, his hand wrapped gently around my wrist, the care in his grip contrasted the harshness I was expecting and I just wanted to melt into the grip instantly.
His golden eyes locked onto mine, and for the first time, someone stared at me..not with disgust.
I saw something else—something that made my heart stutter.
“You’re shaking,” he said and that was it, tears burned my eyes again, but this time they felt different.
“I’m scared,” I admitted quietly.
His grip softened instantly,
“Of me?” he asked.
I didn't reply. I couldn't reply and for a second, he didn’t say anything.
Then his hand slowly moved from my wrist to my cheek.
I flinched as he gently wiped a bit of icing from the corner of my lips.
“You’re my mate,” he said, like it was the simplest truth in the world. “There is nothing after that. That is everything and no, I'm not going to reject you. Who told you that you're not fit to be by my side? You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, my BIG BABY..”
My wolf whimpered at the nickname he gave me…he wasn't going to reject.
He loved me for who I am!
Holy cow of Togo!
My heart pounded wildly…then my heart moved to my sister, people were beginning to come into the kitchen…Then I spotted Anabella.
“What the heck is going on here, Alfredo, it's our wedding day! What are you doing with this fat thing?!” She asked and I felt like covering her mouth.
I silently prayed her words wouldn't make him change his mind.
“I'm here because the ‘fat thing’ is my fated mate” Alfredo declared and the gasps and ewes that traveled made me pray to just disappear from the spot.
Annabel's face had completely drained of color, and her eyes were wide with pure disbelief.
Then the murmur began.
“This can't be.”
“She's too ugly!*
“What in the moon is happening?”
“Did she use a spell or charm?”
“Tell me you are joking! You can't be, she's too ugly. You will reject her, right? Look at the sack she calls her belly, what about our wedding?” Annabel rushed and each word felt like a slap.
My chest tightened painfully again and that was it.
I tried to pull away, panic rising in my chest but Alfredo’s grip tightened.
“I’m sorry, Anabella,” he said.
“You’re sorry?” she laughed weakly, but it sounded broken. “You’re sorry?”
Her breathing became uneven.
“Yes…The wedding you talked about is cancelled, there's no need for you anymore..I found the one I've spent years looking for.” I really wanted to kiss him when he said that and I loved how Anabel's face grew paler.
“I….this fat bi—”
“Any more harsh words about her and I will have you thrown into a dungeon…” Alfredo said.
“I…” she tried to speak again, but no words came out.
Her body swayed hard to the left and then, she collapsed, gasps filled the entire hallway.
“Annabella!”
“Catch her!”
Everything erupted into chaos..people rushed forward as voices, words, and panic grew louder.
“The Luna fainted!”
“Call the healer!”
“What is going on?!”
“The wedding—what about the wedding?!”
I just stood there, frozen with my heart racing, everything was spiraling out of control but in the middle of it all…his hand was still holding mine.
“Take my mate to my chambers, I will meet you when everything dies down.” Alfredo shot me a look that made my wolf whimper with want before he handed me over to his beta.
Thank you for taking this journey with me. Your love, support, and every moment you spent with these characters mean more than words can express. I hope this story stays with you long after the final page. Until our paths cross again in my next adventure, keep believing in love, hope, and second chances.With love, Felycia Shatt ❤️
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