Chasing His Rejected Luna BackChapter 1
I stood before the priest and the pack members, clutching the arm of my fiance, Kieran.
Kieran flashed me a small smile that didn’t reach his brown eyes. I could sense how distracted he was, because his damn phone was glued to his hands and eyes the whole time. I wondered what was more important than our own wedding.
Kieran and I had been mates for years, but he had always been hesitant about the idea of marriage. Everytime I brought it up, he always had one excuse or the other. I did not even know if he was waiting for me to get down on one knee and propose to him.
He finally agreed to a hasty wedding ceremony because of my mother’s sickness.
For as long as I could remember, my mother had been sick with a rare lycanthropic disease that was slowly destroying her body. Despite her condition, her greatest wish was to see me married to Kieran. She just really wanted me to be happy and she knew he was the man that I truly loved.
Just as the priest was about to pronounce us husband and wife, he abruptly pulled away, his face a mask of panic.
"I'm sorry, I can't do this," he blurted out, his eyes darting around the room. "I have to go."
Before I could even react, he had transformed into his wolf form and bolted out the door. I stood there in shock as the guests started whispering. But I could barely hear them over the pounding of my own heart.
It was my mom’s disappointed look that broke my heart the most.
That night, she finally passed away with a look of regret on her face. I held her hand, tears streaming down my cheeks.
My phone buzzed with a notification that same night. It was a post on Insta from Kieran’s childhood sweetheart, Nina. The caption read,
"He chose me, and I chose him. That's all that matters."
My heart sank as I scrolled through the photos, seeing Kieran and Nina wrapped in each other's arms, grinning like they just won the lottery. So while he abandoned me on the altar, he went cozying up to that witch Nina?
I commented under the post."Nina, you must be so proud to be his rebound. You two are perfect for each other though."
Despite the fact that I was losing it inside, I refused to make a scene. I quietly handled the arrangements for my mother's funeral, determined to give her the dignified send-off she deserved. I was grieving but I knew my mother would have wanted me to be stronger than this.