"I, Ethan Stone, Alpha of Crescent Moon pack reject Rosalie Walker as my mate." He said harshly, his eyes filled with disgust.
She screamed, her heart twisting in her chest, as tears ran down her cheeks. The pain felt like someone was tearing her apart. Her mate , the one destined for her, made for her hated her. And for once not having a wolf felt like a blessing. If as a human, the pain was this intense, she didn't want to think about what it would have done to her wolf.
Rosalie fell to her knees as the pain became too much for her to handle. Meanwhile her mate stood in front of her, glaring at her while she cried. How could he hurt her? Couldn't he feel her pain? Her longing?
But all she saw on his face was contempt.
And she hated it. Hated him. Hated them.
Hated feeling so inferior, so weak. What was her fault? Was it her fault that the goddess had not given her a wolf? Was it her fault she wasn't what the pack wanted?
There had been four men destined for her. Four people who should have loved her. Four people she would have loved with everything she had. Was it so hard to give her a chance?
She might be weak. She might not have the same strength as those wolfs. But what she had was determination and the will to prove herself.
And she will make them regret it.
One day, she'll be stronger than all of them. Even if it takes years.