Accidental Mate

Katie's POV I woke up feeling like the goddess of the earth. “It's D-day!” I stood on my toes and made a turn like a ballet dancer. I almost twisted my ankle. “Whoo! Be careful, sweet, you don't want to be wheeled to that luxurious suite,” I winked myself through the reflective mirror. I had planned this for months, and there was no way I was going to make it flop. I took my phone and made a call across to my event planner-Amma. She is so good at what she does, and the one who understands my taste so well. “You are the best Amma, and I love what you do!” I blew her some virtual kisses and ended the call. She had sent me videos of what the suite looks like after the decorations. Everything was set in place, speaking of luxury, and I couldn't wait for evening to come upon us. The day went by without much realization. I guess it was a shorter day and a longer night period. Whatever it was, “Today is my wedding anniversary, and that is all that matters.” As I pulled up at the garage, I could sense my adrenaline on high; this time it wasn't for fear but excitement and jubilation. “Two years is no joke, I'm proud of you, Kate, and I'm sure everyone is,” I picked up the gift box I had gotten for Blaq. I made my way up the stairs, and as I reached the door, I took a deep breath to steady my nerves. I inserted the key and turned the knob. My eyes scanned through the luxurious suite, widely open. “This is beautiful,” I muttered to myself. Amma went all the way to make this look as heavenly as possible. I hung my black coat on the rack and made my way to turn on the soft music. Then, the door softly creaked open, and there he was, sharply dressed in a tailored black suit with a blue shirt that matched my sleeveless gown. I have so many expectations for tonight, maybe finally, he'll see me more and love me a bit more than where we are coming from. He looked pleased with the ambience and the decorations that spoke of luxury, and like a kitten, I was purring within. “We need to talk,” his voice was sharp, which I so much love, but this time it was accompanied by arrogance. I looked at him as he shifted his gaze from mine. “What's bothering you, my love?” I asked with a smile, trying so hard to hide the confusion that was waging war within me. “Have this,” his voice dropped an octave as he handed me an envelope I hadn't noticed since he got in. “Go on, open it,” I hesitated as he dipped his two hands in his pocket, further urging me to open the envelope by nodding his head. I did open and to my greatest horror, it was my worst nightmare coming to realization. A divorce paper! I took a deep breath before looking up, scanning through his eyes for a bit of an explanation. “Blaq…this…” My voice is just a little above a whisper. My heart raced, and my mind sought a thousand reasons why this was happening on this day. Finally, with his voice low and heavily arrogant, his eyes looking into mine with no remorse, he spoke, “Isn't it obvious? Are you that dumb? I'm done with this rubbish you call a marriage.” Rubbish? our marriage?? How could he? His words hit like a punch to the gut, and it seemed time had frozen for a second to hear him say such words. I staggered away from his grip and slowly reached the couch, trying to digest his words. The soft music continued to play, but everything in the room felt distorted. “Is there another woman?” The question slipped out of my mouth. “I have never loved you, Kate, you are just too dumb to see it. I can't keep lying to you, it's tiring,” he scoffed and continued, “it has always been her… Derra…” I looked up with my mouth wide open, but no word forthcoming. No wonder he never touched me affectionately. No c**************e of his ‘so-called wife.’ He took the chance to add insult to my injury, “Yes… Derra… your sister. She is my kind, but you are not. You are nobody, and you have no one. My heart is not with you; you are too weak for me, and I don't want a weakling beside me or in my space. You disgust me, Kate!” I swallowed hard the lump clogged up in my throat, and I desperately fought the tears from streaming down my cheeks as his words brought nothing but anguish. “Blaq, I am your mate and not Derra. You can't do this to me, Blaq… What am I going to tell everyone?” I hiccuped. “Well, I have done this. For all I care, your so-called ‘everyone’ isn't your real family. You were f*****g adopted into the Alpha's family. You are no one, Kate,” he was firm without mincing a word Two years of love, sacrifice, self-denial, hurt, hard work, he threw them all out like trash and trampled on my heart. He didn't have to bring my family into this. I ransacked my bag and found the object that I desperately needed: a small but mighty pen.’ I placed the papers on the table and signed them. “I don't need your money, Blaq, and thank you for the wasted years,” my voice was sharp as I handed him the papers. For a split second, I thank the higher being for helping me not break down in his presence. He took the papers and left without a word. I stood frozen, unable to comprehend the betrayal I had just witnessed. ******** The next minute, I was down at the bar. The bar had a lively atmosphere despite my circumstances. There was loud music pulsating, and the people were chatting away. I tried putting on a fake smile so as not to seem like the whole burden of the world rests upon my shoulders. I took a seat and found myself indulging more in the drinks than I had planned, all in the hope that it'd numb the simmering pain in my heart. Leaning into the couch as the event of the day still lingering in my head when a voice interrupted my line of thought. “Mind if I join you?” A deep voice asked. Startled, I opened my eyes just to see the smoking handsome stranger now seated beside me. He had an intense, heart-warming gaze, and a little smile played in the corners of his lips. He seemed to have had a lot to drink as well, yet he wasn't drunk. I guess we both could use each other's company. I wasn't sure if it was safe for me to engage with a stranger in such a state, yet I couldn't stop, as my reasoning was going through a very rough patch. “Damn… heartbreak can be incredibly painful,” a hint of vulnerability in my voice. He nodded, his eyes filled with understanding and hurt. I couldn't place it, but I'm sure he has his own story to tell. “It's fine, everyone goes through it once in a lifetime,” I said, lowering my gaze as I chugged down another shot. His gaze was tender and intense, it made me want to do things I've never done before. “Does he deserve a beating? I can help make that happen,” his voice came to be a calming capsule to my turmoil. I looked at him and I could feel it in my bones. This man was no ordinary man. He emits power, authority, and so much control. Someone you can't mess with, someone who does the lashing and judgment. I could sense his wolf, very strong and sturdy. As if he knew I was reading him, he smiled and, like a sheep led to be slaughtered, I followed in his steps. “Yes, he actually does, and I don't mind having one of his arms broken, so he doesn't even make use of it again,” I pouted as tears began to well up in my eyes. His fingers subtly cleared the path that my tears were making. I felt a surge of strange and unexpected desires as his smile vanished. The weight of my pain seemed to dissipate momentarily while being replaced with intense attractions. Without much thought, I leaned in, and my lips melted into his in a soft kiss like a candy. It was a spontaneous act, driven by a mix of longing and alcohol, I guess. An undeniable invitation to pure canal admiration and infatuation.