The Rejected Mate Who Became A Queen

Chapter 2

What a lunatic. Why does he have to be so blunt and crude?

Before I could even type a reply, another voice message popped up from him.

"Heard that loser Lucas is calling off the engagement? Good. I've had it out for that prick for ages. A sorry mutt who can't even pick up the scent of his own fated mate calls himself an Alpha? As if."

His tone was oozing with arrogance and contempt, but for some odd reason, I found it weirdly satisfying to listen to.

I pressed down the voice record button.

"Victor, I'll marry you, but I have one condition. On the day of the Red Moon Sacrifice, I want you to come fetch me in front of the entire Silver Moon Tribe."

The other end went quiet for a few seconds, then a low, rough chuckle rumbled through the speaker.

"Interesting. You trying to make that loser regret what he lost, little thing? Fine, I'll do it. But you have to agree to one thing from me too."

I squeezed the communication token in my hand tight.

"What is it?"

"My rut's coming up soon. You'd better be able to keep up when it hits. If you can't, don't expect me to go easy on you."

His voice was thick with unmistakeable threat and raw, greedy possessiveness.

Before I could even get a word out, he cut the call.

I stared at the communication token in my hand, and burst out laughing out of nowhere.

Fine, let him be a lunatic.

By the next morning, the entire Silver Moon Tribe's forum had blown up.

The top pinned post was from Lucas himself.

The attached photo showed him with a trickle of blood at the corner of his mouth, but there was no hiding the smug, triumphant grin plastered across his face.

Today I finally freed myself from that humiliating contract. The side effects of the Fallen Moon Grass are agonizing, but for freedom? It's all worth it. On the day of the Red Moon Sacrifice, I will mark my true mate, Bella Fairveil, in front of all our tribes people.

The comment section under the post was flooded with congratulations.

A: [The Wolf King is finally free!]

B: [That fat she-wolf never deserved you. Miss Bella is the perfect match.]

C: [Heard Nora's marrying that maniac from the Blood Wolf Tribe? Talk about a match made in hell. Ugly freak paired with a murderous psycho.]

I was scrolling through those comments when a sudden wave of scorching heat rolled through my body.

Damn it. It was the aftereffect of the broken bond.

Even though Lucas was the one who broke the bond first, as the rejected party, I still had to bear a share of the agony.

This pain would last until the Red Moon Sacrifice ended, or until I found a new Alpha to claim me, whichever came first.

I slumped back against the bed, gritting my teeth as I fought to hold down the roiling heat surging through my body.

Sweet, heady scent started seeping from my skin completely against my will, and soon the whole room filled with the scent of fresh-cut roses.

Buzz!

My communication token suddenly vibrated. It was Victor.

Victor: Hey, little thing, you're feeling pretty rough right now, aren't you?

Victor: I can smell your scent. f*****g hell, you're so far away from me, and I can still pick it up clear as day.

I blinked, stunned.

He was on Blood Wolf Clan territory, for crying out loud. That was at least three hundred kilometers away from here.

How the hell could he smell me from that distance?

Before I could even type out a reply, he sent another message.

Victor: That scent of yours is way better than I ever imagined. Sickly sweet, like a perfectly ripe peach.

Victor: I'm this close to racing over there right now, pinning you down on that bed of yours, and licking every inch of you from head to toe.

My face burned bright red so fast it felt like it was on fire.

What the hell was wrong with this maniac? Could he not be so crude all the time?

I was just about to snap back a reply when a loud, aggressive banging shook the door.

"Nora! Open the door!"