Rejected by my mate, chosen by fate

Chapter2

NORA

My legs felt shaky and numb as if they couldn't hold me up. I had never imagined this type of news from Sylvester. Why would our wedding, which took us months to plan, be postponed?

His eyes locked with mine, steady and intense, which made it difficult for me to show my pain. Even if it were something serious that couldn't be solved, why did he feel so indifferent? Why doesn't he seem hurt by any of this?

Finally, I found my voice, though it was barely a whisper. "Why?" I asked. My voice trembled, but I hoped it didn't show. Part of me felt like Eric and the stranger had something to do with this. But why?

“Nora, I will explain everything later, tonight, but for now. I need time to think.” His tone was strangely calm.

“To think?” My words came out sharper than I meant. “Our wedding got canceled for a reason I don't know, and all you want to do is think?”

“What would happen to all the guests, all the Alphas invited, and their Luna? The pack members, All would be waiting for you to think?” I was trying so hard not to break down while expressing myself.

“Postponed Nora, not canceled.” Sylvester corrected me, his hand moving toward my face as if to touch me. I flinched and pulled back.

So out of all I complained, the only thing Sylvester could point to was to correct me that it was postponed and not canceled. This wasn't the man who left hours ago.

It just seemed like this was not the Sylvester I knew. The loving and caring man, who would never want anything to hurt me, seemed cold.

He might try to act like he cares, but there was coldness even in his care.

Not wanting to act funny, I excused myself and ran back into my room. Selene was right, I should have waited for him to come to me.

I turned off my phone. This time, I didn't care if I ruined my makeup, my clothes, or even the bedsheets. It was my first time crying in ten years.

"Alpha Sylvester has found his fated mate," I heard someone whisper outside my door. I pressed my face into the pillows, smothering the sound. The words felt like a punch, but I wasn't sure if they were true. Sylvester? Fated mate? No, it couldn't be. I wasn't the type to doubt myself, but hearing those words sent a chill through me.

Two weeks ago, I had my morning exercise, which I did every morning at six. I twisted an ankle on my way home which caused me to limp back to the pack.

A young man appeared in front of me. Though I didn't know what he was doing alone in the woods, he quickly held my wrist saying something about mates.

He was massive, seven inches tall, very masculine, and he had long black hair. Not someone I will ever find attractive, not with Sylvester in my life.

“Mate.” He growled, and I recalled how I yanked my hand away from him.

“Do not come close. I have a mate, and this is my mark.” I uttered. I did not look at him while I walked away, and I can't tell what his expression was like.

I might not be able to remember his face, but his presence and energy, I will never forget that!

I can also recall that I did not let Sylvester know that I found my fated mate and that I had rejected him. To me, that was rejection, and I didn't have to tell Sylvester because it wasn't important.

If I could reject my mate like this, why would it be a big deal for Sylvester?

Sadly, I cried to myself all day. Sylvester didn't bother to check on me, but like he said, he came at night.

I was still asleep in my wedding dress when I felt his cold hands.

“Have you been crying? Your face looks swollen?” He asked, but I immediately shook my head in denial.

Was the situation not enough for me to cry? Yet, I would not let him know how hurting it was.

“You can ask your questions now,” He said, but I remained mute. I was exhausted and too numb to hear anything at this point.

“Doesn't it bother you any more to know why the wedding was postponed?” He questioned, but still, I shook my head. I found it weird also, but I just couldn't help it.

"I found my fated mate today," Sylvester said, almost casually. "I went to get you a car as a wedding gift. I met her at the car lot. She's the daughter of Alpha Drake."

I didn't know what he wanted me to do with this information or what it had to do with our canceled wedding, but I could only nod at him. As I mentioned, I am exhausted. And did he just try to mention the car gift to make it seem like it was in the course of making me happy?

"Don't you have anything to say?" he pressed, his frustration mounting.

I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. I was so tired. So defeated.

"Why was the wedding postponed?" | managed to whisper, my voice barely audible.

“Were you not paying attention, I found my fated mate.”

I gulped, “We will never tell anyone that we are chosen mates, and if we find our fated mate, we are going to reject them to be with each other.” I recited to him. “I didn't make this rule, remember?” I added.

I traced a feeling of sadness in his eyes, but before I could process whether it was regret, it was gone again.

“Things are different, I am not leaving you, Nora. You will not understand since you haven't met yours, and you don't even have a wolf. Rejection isn't something easy. I need time to do that. And we can have our wedding after that.” I watched Sylvester say to my face.

One who sees me chuckling would think I had gone crazy for laughing at the serious moment. I will not understand since I haven't met my fated mate? Someone I rejected without even blinking?

“I understand.” I finally muttered. “Take your time,” I said. Yet, my words and the heaviness of my heart were opposite.

“I know you would understand me, Nora. No one can break us. I have had everyone sorted out on today’s issue. You can go back to sleep while I go stay with Mira. It's only a matter of days, okay?”

His gestures sounded like an assurance, but his words were far from it. Regardless, I didn't oppose him, I watched him leave the room to spend time with Mira, his mate.

If he was going to reject her, why had he brought her to the pack? And why was he going to stay with her, instead of me?

Maybe, as he said, I had no wolf, so I didn't know how it worked. It might have been easier for me since I do not have a wolf.

That night was the longest night of my life. I tossed and flipped from one side of the bed to another. I never knew morning would eventually come, it did anyway.

But it was like another punch to the gut. I found strength to go for my morning walk and as I returned to the pack, I heard so many rumours and side talks.

I ignored all, knowing that no matter what, people would always talk. They once respected and loved me, but now it seemed they mocked me.

On my way to the room, I encountered Mira on the staircase. I didn't need to be told it was her since she was the strange girl I met yesterday.

We didn't say a word to each other until she intentionally flipped her hair. She wanted me to see it.

Sylvester’s mark, visible on her neck.