Marie’s POV
I couldn’t believe it…..
Michel, the heir to the GreyStone Pack's alpha position, was my mate, (every girl wanted him, but he was my mate. I didn’t know how to describe my feelings)while Nicholas, that wretched man, was merely an assistant to the current alpha.
With Michel's recognition and support, I would not have to sacrifice myself and offer my body to repay my hypocritical adoptive parents.
However, I noticed a tinge of disgust in Michel's gaze. It was a look I encountered countless times from Aurora within these walls. I was certain that Michel, too, held a sense of repulsion towards me.
Shit.
Yeah, I was an orphan while he’s a future alpha. I was hated by my family, only if Aurora’s family is mine, but he was wanted by all the shewolves in the pack. why in the world he would want me, not to mention that I was a terrible liar to him.
He would reject me, I knew it. My heart hurt as I thought about it. I should have given up the hope that there was someone in the world would love me. How could I wish it when I found that Michel was my mate.
I sneered at myself.
My hands clenched together tightly, causing my fingertips to turn pale. Taking a step forward, my voice quivered with nervousness as I addressed him, "Michel..."
I couldn’t give it up even though I knew that he would reject me.
"Wait, lady," Michel held up his hand and took two steps back, separating himself from me, "I want you to stay away from me."
Each syllable pierced through my heart, leaving behind a trail of shattered hopes and broken dreams. The world around me seemed to fade into a haze as confusion and anguish consumed my being.
"Wait, why?" I managed to utter, my voice trembling with confusion and desperation. I searched his eyes, desperately seeking any glimmer of the boy I once knew, the one who held me close and whispered promises of forever.
Michel held up his hand, creating a physical barrier between us, a painful manifestation of the emotional chasm that now separated us. The distance he created only served to intensify the ache within me, as if each step he took away from me was a knife twisting deeper into my already wounded soul.
"I want you to stay away from me," he declared. The words reverberated through my shattered heart, echoing the rejection that now defined our fractured bond.
"Why?" My voice wavered, struggling to maintain control amidst the flood of emotions crashing over me. The desperation in my plea was palpable, fueled by the flicker of hope that still clung to my battered heart. "I'm your mate, a gift from the moon goddess herself. How can you turn away from that?"
A furrow creased Michel's brow as a coldness settled upon his features, extinguishing any remnants of the boy who once held me with love and adoration. His response was laced with disdain, his words like daggers that severed the fragile thread of my belief.
"Disgusting," Michel spat, his tone freezing the air between us. In that moment, I felt the weight of my existence, the inherent flaw that tainted our supposed destiny.
My heart shattered, the dream of a life filled with love and acceptance disintegrating before my eyes. The pain was unbearable, the realization that the one person I had trusted with my heart had turned against me, rejecting the very essence of our supposed connection.
Tears welled up in my eyes, blurring my vision as I struggled to comprehend the magnitude of the rejection. It felt as though the ground had crumbled beneath me, leaving me suspended in a void of loneliness and despair.
In that moment, the world around me ceased to exist. I was left to confront the harsh truth that love, once believed to be my salvation, could be the catalyst for my deepest pain.
"What?" I could not believe my ears.
"I said you're disgusting," Michel repeated, still maintaining his stance of denial.
What could be more devastating for an adolescent girl than to have her long-held infatuation crumble before her eyes, transforming into a piercing rejection?
The weight of Michel's words bore down on me, threatening to shatter my fragile heart. But even amidst the anguish that threatened to consume me, I summoned the strength to conceal my distress.
"Twelve years ago, a damn little girl claimed she was being abused by her adoptive parents," Michel averted his gaze as though looking at me made him nauseous. "I believed her and did everything in my power to help her. But three days later, she admitted to fabricating everything just to gain my attention. Do I need to continue?"
Each word from Michel pierced my heart like a sharp arrow, inflicting unimaginable pain. I felt an overwhelming sense of heartbreak that left me almost speechless. In Michel's eyes, I was nothing more than a despicable liar who had been willing to slander my adoptive parents to achieve my own ends.
Amidst the anguish, my priority was to convince Michel to help me escape the clutches of having to be with Nicholas. Mustering all the strength I had left, I forced myself to speak, my voice laden with sorrow. "I can explain..."
"That's enough, Miss Liar," Michel interrupted, still refusing to meet my gaze. His impatience was evident on his face. "What excuse will you use this time to deceive me? Is it that your sister Kendall has been bullying you? Or perhaps your adoptive parents, the supposedly kind couple Aurora and Damon, are planning to sell you?"
How could I convince him that his suspicions were accurate?
"The truth is... what you said is true," I admitted, feeling an even deeper ache in my heart, my hand instinctively covering my chest.
Michel wore a look of understanding. "I see," he responded. "Just now, your sister Kendall informed me that you've been restless lately because Aurora and Damon purchased the same dress for both you and Kendall, instead of getting a better one. You truly are a vain and malicious person."
I glanced up in disbelief, my heart pounding in my chest as Kendall's cunningness unfolded before me. It was as if the very fabric of my existence had been twisted and manipulated by the intricate webs spun by my own family. The weight of their deceit settled upon my shoulders, crushing me under the weight of their premeditated actions.
As I mustered the courage to confront Michel, the realization struck me like a dagger through the heart — my words would be futile, falling upon deaf ears manipulated by the cunningness of those who sought to control the narrative.
"Michel... I won't give you the satisfaction of regretting your choice one day," I whispered, my voice laced with determination, even as my heart splintered into a thousand pieces.