MY MARRIED MATE

Chapter 1

The words were a physical blow,

"I, Robert, reject you, Aurora, as my mate. You are not permitted to come close to me or refer to me as your mate. 

You are a disgusting dimwit, a loner, and a weakling. You do not deserve happiness, cursed woman." 

Aurora felt a hollow emptiness spread through her chest as if her heart had shattered into a thousand fragments. 

She had never imagined that her mate, her childhood crush, Robert, would reject her so publicly. 

Robert was every girl's dream man—a Greek god in human form with strength, height, and those charming eyes that could make any girl's legs quake. 

They had been close friends during their school years, a bond that was severed when her mother died of a heart disease and her father remarried. The new woman in her father's life had brought a child into the world without their knowledge—a child born of betrayal. Aurora's father, once the perfect alpha and loving mate, had turned cold towards her since her stepmother entered their lives.

Her heart ached as she watched Robert mark her stepsister, Rebecca, a product of her father's infidelity. The sight of them moaning in pleasure, in front of the entire school, was a bitter pill to swallow. 

"I take Rebecca as my mate, my goddess-given mate. She will unite our packs." 

Robert's words echoed in her ears, his disdainful gaze searing into her soul.

A cruel shove from Robert sent her sprawling on the floor, her head smacking against the cold, hard surface. 

"Never show your face to me again. I don't know what the goddess was thinking to mark a weakling like you as my mate. You, who killed her mother, are a disgrace to our packs."

 His words cut deeper than any physical wound, and she felt her body convulse with the onslaught of shame, pain, and heartbreak.

Pulling on her last reserves of strength, she stumbled to her feet and fled from the scene. She could feel the eyes of the crowd on her, their whispers and laughter stabbing at her like invisible knives. She knew it was only a matter of time before the news would spread: 'The Weakling Daughter Of The Blood Moon Pack Has Been Rejected By Her Mate, The Son Of The Alpha Of The Cresten Wolf Pack.' 

The remnants of her reputation would be shredded to pieces.

Finding solace in her secret hideaway, she allowed tears to flow freely. Her wolf, her inner spirit, had blacked out after Robert's rejection. 'How dare you, Robert,' she whispered through her sobs. 'What did I do to deserve this pain and shame?'

Ellen, her best friend who had always stood by her, wrapped her arms around her.