The Lycan's Rejection, An Ancient's Obsession

Rejection

VASILLA'S POV

“I won't be attending that ceremony, Dad.” I declared and his gaze squinted in displeasure.

“What do you mean? That's the most important day of your life, being mated to Tyler would be pointless-” He pressed further and I nodded in disagreement.

“I won't attend that ceremony and that's final!” I declared almost immediately and a resounding slap was left across my cheek, leaving me in utmost shock. My eyes widened in horror as I stared at my father who had an unremorseful expression.

“Really, father? You're slapping me because of that bastard?” I voiced out in disbelief.

“Don't let me remind you that being Tyler's mate and bringing glory to this family is the only thing you can offer. Of what good are you?” He reeled off with a deep frown that left him questioning the worth of my existence.

“Yes, I know I'm useless like you've always said and I want to be completely useless. My union with Tyler has ended, I won't attend that ceremony and that's final!” I yelled at the top of my voice, forgetting for one that he was my father.

“No, my darling. You can't be completely useless. The least you can do for this family is mary Tyler. That's what I want and I know your mother wants that as well,” I chuckled sarcastically at the mention of my mother.

I felt like telling him but I decided to subdue the urge. It would be a pleasant surprise for him to learn the truth on his own.

“Actually dear, you have no choice. It's either you prepare for the ceremony tomorrow or I'll force you there myself.” With this, he stepped out of the room and I scoffed.

I glanced through the window and it had already gotten dark. I could only curl up in bed, bawling my eyes out in pain and anguish. When I met Tyler, I thought I had finally found my pillar of support. I thought I would find solace in his arms, little did I know he would end up ripping fragments of my broken heart into shreds.

It didn't stop raining. It felt like the clouds could feel my emotions as the heavy downpour was accompanied by deafening thunderstorms. My mattress was drenched in tears as I continued to wallow in anguish and after what seemed like forever, I was finally able to drift off to sleep.

The next morning, a violent bang on the door brought me out of slumber land and I stumbled off the bed almost immediately.

“What took you so long to open the door!!?” Father barked the moment I twisted the knob and I stepped backwards subconsciously.

“It’s your Luna ceremony today, Micah will soon be here to help you get prepared. If you try to do anything stupid, I won't hesitate to finally disown you,” His voice held a tinge of firmness and finality and I gulped, unable to talk back.

He took his leave and Micah returned in a while with her head bowed. “Milady, the cars from the Packhouse are ready. Please, your father asked us to hasten up,” She pleaded with pitiable eyes and I knew the innocent maid was only trying to keep her job.

I took off the red dress which was now in ruins after I ran through the muds with it and quickly proceeded to take a bath. I stepped out after a short while and waited for Micah to do her thing as I was unenthusiastic about the entire process.

“Milady, do you have a dress in mind?” She asked and I nodded in disagreement.

“No, make the choice,” I responded with a blank expression and she returned with a plain emerald dress from my armor.

She assisted me in stepping into the dress and was about attending to my hair when I stopped her midway.

“That's enough, get me a pair of sandals,” I responded and she hesitated for a while but scurried away and returned with a brown pair of sandals.

I wore them and took sluggish steps out of the room without bothering to glance at my reflection in the mirror because I didn't care about my look.

“Where's my father?” I asked when we got to the living room.

“He's already in one of the cars with your mum.” she said and my gaze darkened the moment her name was mentioned.

I stepped out of the house and entered one of the cars with Micah's assistance as the dress was extremely long. The cars soon got in motion and I glanced out through the window with a face as blank as slate.

I already predicted the ceremony would be a mess and I leaned further into the seat, shutting my eyes tightly as I awaited the looming doom.

I could see the car ahead and I paused to wonder what would be going through her mind. ‘A shameless woman who f***s her daughters mate?’ I sniffled back the single tear that threatened to roll down my cheek.

On our arrival at the ceremony, I didn't wait for them to alight before I did. I stepped down from the car with my shoulders high, knowing how terrible I looked because the shame would be on them afterwards.

The Packhouse was filled with exotic cars and I twitched my lips as I proceeded into the hall where the event was meant to take place. It was brimming with the elites who were luxuriously dressed. The hall had intricate red designs which exuded a sense of romance and I wondered what the bastard was up to.

Heads turned in my direction as I walked elegantly with my disheveled hair towards the vacant seat beside the Devil himself. He was dressed in an expensive tailored suit and his jet-black hair was styled perfectly, making him look good as always but this time around, he disgusted me to the core.

I settled beside him and he leaned closer to me, making me adjust in my seat.

“What took you so long and why do you look tattered? Well, I don't care. Don't cause a scene here today, else it won't be in your favour,” He threatened beforehand and I ignored him blatantly with my plans in mind.

He got on his feet and proceeded to welcome the guests with a warm speech, after which he gestured towards Mr and I approached him with bold steps. I could hear the murmurs from the crowd but I ignored them blatantly.

I could see the look of dissatisfaction on my father's face as he sized me up and I looked away from him. He has always wanted me to do his bidding but this time around, I was taking laws into my hands.

“I, Tyler Ryder, stand before every prestigious member of this pack to reject you, Vasilia Lynn as my fated mate, not because you're undeserving of love but because you're too weak and unfit to rule beside me,” He declared with a straight face, holding the stem of his wine glass nonchalantly as he raised a toast to new beginnings and I was on the verge of bursting into sardonic laughter.