Free Web NovelChapter 190: Rejected Mates Reunited I
The brothers must’ve sensed my emotions for they suddenly stopped their conversation.
"Harper, why are you jealous?"
My head snapped to face their direction after being called out so blatantly by Blaise. Instantly, my cheeks flushed red and my lips parted, gawking wordlessly. Damon even raised an eyebrow, their matching expressions making me feel as though I was seeing double.
I gulped, swallowing the bile in my throat as the gears in my head started to turn in search of an answer.
"I’m touched," Damon said, a small smirk worming its way onto his features the longer I kept my silence. He had a hand placed over his chest where his heart would be, and even though our feelings were connected, not physical senses, my own chest felt warm too at the same position where he touched his. "Jealous? Over little ol me?"
Blaise simply rolled his eyes at the theatrics of it all. "You should be using that award-winning performance on Dahlia instead," he said. "You’ve still got another day before you’re free from her clutches. If this performance falls through, Hornstead will not be happy about it."
"Relax," Damon said, waving his hand. "I want to get a dig at Thunderstrike even more than them. They truly think that they can be the next ruling pack just because Shadowpelt has fallen. Well, big mistake."
"They would’ve been if Fangborne wasn’t in the way," Blaise pointed out.
"In the way?" Damon echoed with a growl of disapproval. "We’re the reason why Shadowpelt is even gone. Even if there was another ruling pack to take Shadowpelt’s place, it would be Fangborne, not Thunderstrike."
All the talk about the wars and rivalry between the werewolf packs quickly introduced a splitting headache to my skull. I groaned, holding my head in my hands. Sensing my discomfort, the brothers turned around, their gazes wearing matching looks of worry.
"Perhaps it’s time to call it a night," Blaise said, coming over to help me up. Cradled in his hold, I felt my headache lighten up just a little, but not nearly enough for it to disappear entirely. "We’ve got a long day tomorrow. You especially, as the groom."
"Count yourself lucky that she isn’t worming into your bedroom tonight already," I grumbled under my breath.
The sour taste of Damon and Dahlia possibly spending some private and alone time in her private quarters still had my stomach flipping and turning in the worst way possible. I hated the green monster I had become, but the harder I tried to suppress it the louder it became.
"Believe me," Damon grumbled under his breath. "I am practically on my knees thanking my lucky stars for this small mercy. I’d sooner castrate myself than spend the night with her." freeweɓnøvel.com
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Alpha Thorton had the entire packhouse up and busying about by the time dawn broke. The wedding wasn’t until the evening, but long before that time, everyone had been ushered out of their warm beds and had been sent around making sure all preparations were handled and cared for with no efforts spared.
As Dahlia’s maid of honor, of course, I hadn’t managed to escape from such a fate. I had barely even rubbed the sleep out of my eyes when Dahlia sent an entire list of items to be taken care of before the ceremony started. Things such as the wedding dress, the event decorations, the bouquet, etcetera were all part of the things I had to take care of.
Meanwhile, Blaise had been sent to help Damon out with the suit fitting as his best man. As such, I hadn’t seen either of them since we had been whisked out of bed in the morning.
Dahlia made sure to work me for all I was worth. She didn’t seem to feel any guilt about how she had accused me the day before; all her guilt and apologies were saved for Damon, who took great delight in scoffing in her face. Wonderful for him, terrible for me. That meant that as long as I wasn’t in the boys’ direct line of sight, she had little to no care whether or not I even survived until the actual ceremony itself.
By the time afternoon came, most of the guests attending the ceremony had arrived. By then, I was sent to ushering duty, which meant I was to send the guests to their respective rooms to rest and relax until the ceremony officially began. There were also refreshments available for them which, thankfully, I was allowed to nick.
"Oh, look at you," Luna Cassidy said, holding out the plate of hors d’oeuvres as I snacked on a few. I had originally brought them along for the guests, but after Luna Cassidy noticed my pale face — due to the lack of lunch — she insisted I finished them instead. "You’re looking all too pale!"
Alpha Burke, Luna Cassidy, and their son Milo had just arrived at Thunderstrike. Unsurprisingly, no one from Dahlia’s family arrived to greet them, not even Alpha Thorton, who personally saw every guest who arrived to attend his daughter’s big day.
What’s worse, Alpha Burke was an alpha of a respectable pack as well, not a measly wolf from wherever. This was a blatant show of disrespect.
"Worked to the bone, most likely," Alpha Burke said, shaking his head as he clicked his tongue in disapproval. "As expected of these people."
"They’ve not even the cheek to greet us personally," Luna Cassidy said with a scoff. "And to think our dear Milo still thinks so highly of them..."
"Mom!" Milo hissed through his teeth, frowning. "Is that really necessary?"
"I’m surprised you showed up," I said, directing my words at Milo. "I thought it would just be Alpha Burke and Luna Cassidy."
"Trust me," he said lowly. "I didn’t want to come."
"We insisted," Luna Cassidy said. Unlike her son, she looked absolutely ecstatic for what was to come. "He of all people should have front-row seats to this event. It would be spectacular―"
"I am glad to hear that!"
