Chapter 7 LIKE BLADES OF STEEL
AMBER’S POV
This must be another nightmare!
It cannot be real; I did not just get rejected by my mate. Someone I had given myself to, someone I had opened up to and let warm his way into my heart in less than a day.
Someone I thought was my soulmate.
‘He’s leaving just like that,’ I whisper to myself as I watch him walk away from me after saying every possible hurtful thing to me without the actual words to sever our connection.
He ensured to shatter my heart and cause me devastating pain without actually breaking our bond, which seems to maximize my pain because, regardless of every hurtful thing he said, I can still feel him.
I still feel everything he feels. Like layers of bricks crushing my heart, I can feel his hatred for me, and I don’t know what I did wrong.
It takes everything in me to remain standing and not crumble to the ground and weep in agony.
Yesterday was everything good, and I felt like a teenager, floating, having fallen in love for the first time, and I was beyond excited to see him today.
His words don’t stop replaying over and over in my head, and their potency causes me to take steps backward to lean against the wall.
My wolf whimpers within me, maximizing my agony while my eyes don't leave him for a second. To me, no one else is in the room, just him, walking away from me.
“Amber! Amber!! What’s wrong?” my brother’s voice pierces through my fog of pain, and a tear rolls down my cheek as I look away from my mate to stare into his worried eyes.
“It’s him,” I say simply as I fist my gown and try to breathe, not understanding why I’m feeling this intensity of pain. I can’t even breathe without my heart aching.
“It’s who? Who are you talking about, Amber? What happened to you?” he asks worriedly as he cups my cheeks and wipes away my tears, using his body to shield me from the gaze of everyone.
“My – my mate, he’s the one,” I say, trying to point at him, and my brother turns. “Trent, he’s right there, and he doesn’t want me, he hates me,” I say, my voice breaking as I barely hold my weight with my shoulders slumped and my eyes teary.
“I hope it isn’t who I think he is because I’ll kill him,” Trent says, and as if on cue, the announcer takes the stage and begins an introductory speech.
“… these are the succeeding Alphas for each pack: Chester Stone, Alpha of the Golden Moon pack, Harry Frost, Alpha of the Aqua pack, Derek Steel, Alpha of the Blood Moon pack, and Trenton Snow, Alpha of the Spirit Pack. In accordance, each one will come up to present themselves,” the announcer finishes, exiting the stage.
I feel my brother’s irritation as he keeps his eyes fixed on the stage.
“Is it Derek, the one going up the stage now?” he asks stiffly, staring at the stage as the male who shattered my heart walks up, exuding power and elegance.
So, he’s an Alpha.
“Yes, he’s the one,” I say, as my mind replays his name like a lull while my eyes stay on him, Derek Steel.
“To the Goddess Amber, of everyone to be mated to, it has to be our sworn enemy,” he says in disbelief and anger, “regardless, he has no right to hurt you.”
With this, he walks away from me and climbs the stage, keeping his anger suppressed, but it’s physically prominent.
I watch him, partly worried and partly curious. With the amount of hurt I feel, I’d appreciate a little bit of reciprocation, but I know that no form of violence is supposed to occur at this event.
‘We all signed a treaty; there are consequences if it gets broken. Everyone has to ensure that they don’t spark or initiate any violent actions during any event where all packs are present,’ my father had said earlier as a reminder to the rest, but as new information to me.
So, while I want to see Derek get a punch to the face because I basically gave him my body yesterday and he dumped me today, I also don’t want the pack to be in trouble.
With keen interest, I watch as my brother walks up to the stage following a round of applause from our pack members and then moves to stand right in front of Derek, leveling him with a death glare, but doesn’t say a word, knowing we all have acute hearing senses and all eyes are on them.
Derek stands unfazed, obviously knowing the reason behind the hard stare and I can feel the tension between both of them crawl up my skin like an army of insects.
Everyone’s eyes fall on them as the room becomes silent due to the rising tension as they maintain their glares at each other.
“Why Trent, I didn’t know all I had to do to make you man up was to fuck your sister and call her out for the embarrassment she is,” Derek says, his words slicing through me with horrendous effect.
In a second, I see my brother’s fist fly up towards Derek’s face and get terribly close to landing a solid punch on him, who stands terribly still and unbothered, but just as his skin is about to come in contact with Derek’s, he stops.
“You’re a bastard, Derek, and you are this close to falling by my sword, consequence be damned,” he says stiffly, taking his hand down and walking down the stage in fury, heading towards me.
“Are you okay?”
“We are leaving, and you are going to have nothing to do with him,” he says, taking my hand and leading me towards the exit.
I follow without resistance, fully aware of the piercing gaze directed at me from my one and only mate. I can feel the emotions behind it; it’s hot and angry.
We take the lead, and the rest of our pack follow, walking out in our number, which gives me a sense of comfort that I have the backing of my people.
But even with this comfort, I can’t help but wonder what exactly I had done wrong to make him detest me w
ith a passion.
She’s not Mine