Chapter 1 The Rejection

Trevor's POV

She was beautiful, that's what I could say, staring at her from a distance as she majestically walked closer to me. Her bright smile as we locked eyes. Today was a special day for us, where we'd be together at last.

The crowd stood at awe of her entrance, she stole the spotlight.

Of course, everyone was curious to how I could keep to one woman until this very moment. Uncontrollable feelings surged through my body.

I took her hand and twirled her into my arms, walking side by side. She seems shy and I reel up with excitement.

All the scenery and people around us dissolved. It was her and I, alone. My hand brushed across her cheek to feel her so close.

My body was acting on its own, no chains to hold me back from having her. It was our wedding and certainly every girl's dream but it left me wondering, did she dream of such a wedding?

Her lips were plump and inviting, I wanted to kiss them. My wolf Rico lags its tongue out, his teeth retract as his nose shrink.

He hollers while shyly ducking his head to the ground. Obviously, he couldn't wait for her to be his.

She flutters her lashes and I sucked my breath. I peered at her with teary eyes as my decision might be devastating for her.

To be sincere, I was confused over the emotions I had for her. She wasn't in my league, yet she chose to stay.

I never treated her rightly, yet her love was unconditional.

Perhaps, we were mates that's why Rico was so attracted to her that he'd want to carass her body, feeling every ounce of her.

However, I just can't have her. I threw my gaze to the congregation gathered.

They anticipated for a moment like this. Little pups roaming about as though it were their property.

She wanted the wedding to happen in the human way. Her mom's last wish.

The Pope was in front of us, reading the happy ever after lines. Goosebumps held me.

If I'd say yes, then her fate with me will be death.

The Pope read the lines again. I felt under pressure. Sweat beads my face as I gulped hard, not taking my eyes off her.

She narrowed her eyes at me, jinxed and awaiting my response. Rico seems curious too.

It seems as though a cat held my tongue. I could feel my heart fluster.

It wasn't a mutual feeling either way but then why didn't I want to let go?

She was mine. I knew I told her that, I promise her the heavens but...

"We can't go on with this wedding" I announced stepping away from her.

My soft gaze harden as I heard a loud gasp in the hall. It was a shrink sound. The instrumentalists had ceased their orchestra.

They threw their gaze at us. Her mother stood up, baffled by my statement. Rico growls at me.

I could tell he intends to slash me with his claws.

She pulled out her veil and my breath almost ceased as her lucid face stared passionately at me.

My lips were shaky. Her beauty had almost made me reconsider my words again.

I knew she found it awkward and still wear a bright smile on.

She had keep up to my tantrums till this very moment.

"You're joking? Right?" She mutters in between her teeth, taking a calculative step forward but I warned her to stay away.

"I can't have a wolfless mate!" I retorts avoiding her gaze and panting softly.

"Trevor, what are you saying?" She questioned holding the hem of her garment as her voice was fading.

"I reject you as a mate! I can't go on with this relationship...I love someone else..."

"There can't be us" I added up, my head aches and my heart throbs as those words were so difficult for me to roll out.

I paused and shifted my gaze to the congregation again.

There she was, the woman I believe was my world.

A doleful look wears her as I paced towards her.

She was abashed as I stretched my hand for her to hold on to.

Cameras flooded our faces, I knew the media would make use of such exclusive gist but I didn't mind.

She shook her head at me, quite guilty that we betrayed the bride by keeping her in the dark.

My bride drew closer to me and her mom seems like one that would pass out.

"Please, don't... Trevor we could talk this out" she whispers to me holding firmly to my hand but i haul her away.

The murmurs in the crowd were becoming loud as I heard some snickers at Tricia, my supposed bride.

She drew closer to me, holding the held of her garment and tried to hold my hand again but I accidentally elbowed her and she fell.

I shuddered, intending to help her but no! It's the only way to make her believe that we were done.

I clenched my fist wanting knock out the teeth of those who spoke vile against her but then I buried my heart.

"Trevor, this is insane..." Fiona, my supposed lover intended to speak, to clear her name.

"Because I love you and she can't seperate us again" I cut in. She stared at me with disbelief.

Her jaw dropped as I let out a wry smile. I could tell she never expected such day to come.

"Let's not keep it a secret anymore" i beckoned with a bright look at her.

"No! Please don't!" My suppose mother-in-law pleads holding my leg and I flinched her away.

I locked arms with Fiona and walked her to the altar.

"Wed us...pope!" I ordered. The Pope groans softly as his gaze were on the rejected bride.

I took a glimpse at Tricia, she was fuming, hopeless and covered in tears. She held her gown, embraced and ran away from the venue.

Her mother collapsed and the uproar became more loud.

The last I heard of her was her death.