The chosen mate

LAURA

My legs had long melted under my knees, and I had been lying helplessly on the stage, even after he emerged to claim the Lycan throne.

He was brave and his claims were steady, unshaken, but that was not in my thoughts.

My heart was full of hate.

Pain and disgust clustered all over my face, and I did not bother swallowing the tensed bitterness that had welled up my throat after it was announced that Rickie had rejected me through the blood letter he kept in his room.

My world was messed up.

My dream was ruined, and my hope had melted away without looking back at me.

I was dismayed, shattered, helpless.

Shame had taken over me, burying my pride and tossing me back to what I had always been; a common lowlife that merely got lucky.

Now even my luck has failed me, but his eyes rested lustfully on my body, even while he ascended the stage.

I saw the orator cross his arm across his shoulder and whisper words into his ears, but he yanked off the orator’s arm and emerged before the counc