Rejected By My Mate, Claimed By His Rival

Chapter1

Aurelia's POV

Drake's hand slides down my stomach, to my thighs, sinking his middle finger into my soft spot, slowly and torturously.

Then he begins thrusting fast, lifting my hips, so that the whole of his finger is buried deep inside me.

"You're dripping." He whispers into my ear and an unholy shiver pass down my spine.

He inserts another finger, driving in and out my core with a maddened speed that I feel my orgasm building and my core begins to spasm.

"Yeah, right there." I moan. "Almost, almost."

Just as I feel my core start to clench savagely around his fingers, a light tap on my shoulder seems to be pulling me out.

I resist. "Just a bit more."

I moan desperately, throwing my head backward in senseless pleasure. Yeah, just one more thrust, and I'll find my release.

"Aurelia!" The voice is so loud that I jolt out of my wet dreams.

Scratch that! It isn't a dream. I realize as my eyes peel open, my heart hammering in my throat. I am right on my feet, behind the counter in the pack's royal event hall!

Shit! I have let myself get carried away by my broad daylight fantasies about the best hockey player in Winter Snow Academy, and the future Alpha of Winter Snowpack, Drake Morningstar.

The truth is, in the whole Wintersnow Pack, Drake is the hottest guy and it's every girl's dream to climb into his bed. In fact, you have to be a thousand years dead not to be attracted to him.

What makes me even more attracted to him is the fact that he always acts sweet and nice to me despite his aloofness to other girls.

"Just a bit more?" A voice sounds behind me and I turn with a start.

And there he is, Alpha Drake,— the bane of all my fantasies— in his flesh and blood, narrowing his gaze at me like I am some thief caught in the act.

My throat goes dry and I swallow hard as the memories of the night I spent with him two weeks ago come rushing back to mind.

I can still remember how I confessed my feelings to him and how he also confessed his. Right now, I'm tempted to ask him if he remembers it at all.

Actually, he never asked about me after that night and I haven't seen him in class since then. Can he have been avoiding me on purpose? Or he simply forgot?

I discard the thought when I notice his gaze darken because I'm staring too long.

"I'm sorry. I was so—"

"I don't want to hear it." He cuts me off abruptly. "I came to ask why you're spring nothing while other omegas are working their noses up in cleaning and arranging the hall?"

"I was—"

"Leave immediately!" He snaps, his voice brooking no further argument.

I stare at his face for a minute, wondering why he's suddenly so cold to me, but his face gives nothing away. I sigh in resignation and leave to join the other omega.

Soon, the pack members start gathering in the hall and the coming-of-age ceremony kick-starts with the pack's Alpha giving his opening speech. Everything seems to happen in a flash because it's now five minutes to midnight.

Five minutes to my nineteenth birthday but I'm not even feeling one bit excited. It's a custom in Wintersnow Pack for girls to get their wolves and fated mates on their nineteenth birthday while boys get theirs on their twentieth birthday.

However, omegas like me are exempted. My father sure has made that clear. He has warned me to just clean the hall and then come straight home because I won't be getting my fated mate and since his blood flows through my veins, I already know my wolf will be an omega wolf.

I sigh and shrug indifferently as I make my way to the door but in that split second, the clock strikes 12 am.

There are cries of delight in the hall as different girls and boys shift into their wolves. I feel my bone twist and contort but I'm still in my human form.

What's going on with me? Panic sears my heart, but, just then, the intoxicating scent of lavender hits my nostrils and I feel like my body is on fire.

Does this mean I'm getting my mate? Am I not supposed to get my wolf first? The scent becomes so strong that every other thought is dispelled from my head.

My head reels and my gaze darts across the hall to know where the scent is coming from. It's coming from the front.

The Podium! And that's where — Drake is standing! My breath catches in my throat and I feel my pulse quicken with excitement as my gaze falls on his face.

Is he my fated mate? That same moment, he trains his gaze on me, and a look of horror skitters across his face.

My mouth yank open and I feel a growl work its way out of my throat. "Mate!"

I can see a muscle twitch at the corner of his eyes as he storms off the podium and approaches me.

Once he reaches me, he snags at my wrist, dragging me all the way back to the podium. The noise level in the hall increases as everyone turns their attention to us.

"What— what are you doing?" My voice trembles—part excitement, part trepidation..

"Mate?" He scoffs and I don't miss the anger in his voice.."Did you seriously think I'll make you my mate because of the mistake that happened between us?"

That instant, I feel like my heart is put into a mincer and shredded into pieces. Lumps rise in my throat but I push it down. He haven't forgotten about our night, instead, he sees it as a mistake.

"Drake, please don't—"

"Alpha!" He grits out with fury. "I'm not Drake to you. You have no right to address me on a first-name basis!"

I can glimpse the palpable disgust in his eyes, and I feel like the ground should just open and swallow me.

Why is he doing this to me? He confessed his feelings to me two weeks ago, so what changed?

"Please, stop!" I plead softly.

I try to wriggle out of his hold so that I'll run away, but he holds me in place, forcing my chin up so that I look straight into his eyes.

"You'll never be my mate, Aurelia!" He starts, his voice dripping with venom.

"You're only a worthless omega. The moon goddess must be out of her wits playing such pranks by pairing me with you, but it doesn't hold any value anyway. I, Drake Morningstar of Winter Snowpack, reject you Aurelia Wilson as my fated mate!"

My wolf lets out a loud howl in my head and for a second, it feels as if my soul is leaving my body. I can feel the mate bond snapping and breaking and tears prick the corner of my eyes.

All eyes in the hall are on me so I will myself not to cry. No! I can't break down. Not yet. Not here. I can't give Drake the satisfaction of publicly humiliating me.

Moving my numb feet, I start going down the podium. I can hear the jeering whispers of the pack members as some of them fix me pitiful glances while some just openly mock me.

I can't blame them. I can only blame myself. How foolish of me to think our night together means something to him. He only confessed his fake feelings to me so as to take advantage of me.

And he succeeded. He has taken my innocence, used me and now, he's discarding me like a piece of trash.

As I approach the door, the speaker makes a crackling sound and then, I hear his voice.

"I, Drake Morningstar hereby declare Sierra Adams as my chosen mate and future Luna of Winter Snowpack!"

The pain in my heart becomes so unbearable that every muscle in my body starts to quiver. If he even wants to choose another girl over me, it shouldn't be Sierra Adams.

In all of Wintersnow Pack, she's the only one who hates me more than my father does. And Drake knows it too!

My very existence is a pain in her ass and she has never failed to remind me of how I am a runt who shouldn't have been allowed to live at all.

Well, I hate her guts too.

I can't hold my tears any longer as I turn to bolt out of the room, tears blurring my vision. Few inches from the door, I collide against a strong wall of muscles.

I wipe my face quickly before looking up. An apology is on my lips already but my throat goes dry the moment my gaze trains on winter grey eyes.

My eyes trail down his straight jawlines, perfectly carved eyebrows down to his pink— almost red lips. And oh! How fruity and kissable they look.

"Aurelia?" He says in a baritone voice that sends shivers rippling down my spine.

Holy cow! What is wrong with me? I have just gotten rejected by my fated mate. Is it my wolf acting out? I return my gaze sharply to his eyes, frowning.

I'm sure I haven't seen this "too hot to handle" guy before. So, who is he and how does he know my name?

I open my mouth just to ask him that, but his arms wrapping around my waist stop me and the next thing I know, he crashes his lips against mine. Hot and hard.