She Died-1
Chapter Six She Died
Chris‘ POV
The birthday celebration of Raymond and Rihanna was ruined because of my rejection.
As I passed by the hall, the maidens cleaning would momentarily gossip about me. I heard them. They thought I was too heartless to have rejected my mate. She was nice to them, and they believed she’d make a good Luna.
She was also the Beta’s daughter and could protect the pack. I thought so too, but my mother didn’t.
Perhaps I was a coward who rejected his mate for his mother’s sake,
I finally found Raymond by the riverbank. It was important to talk to him, to tell him I was sorry and did what I thought was best. Actually, his sister was the only appropriate werewolfess to be my mate. By rejecting her, I was horribly wrong.
“I don’t want to talk,” Raymond said as I came closer.
I still moved forward. “But I do. This shouldn’t destroy our friendshi
“What friendship? We were friends, yet you treated my sister that way?” he snapped.
I opened my mouth to defend myself, but no words came out. It was ustifiable. Rihanna was
also
my friend.
“Well, I wish you luck in finding a second mate.” He scoffed. My eyes went to him. With his sarcastic tone, was he cursing me?
It was usually difficult for Alphas to get a second mate after their first dies.
And now I had rejected mine. Would the Moon Goddess ever forgive me?
“Raymond, I swear, I didn’t think it through,” I confessed.
His eyes narrowed. “You mean you regret your rejection?” he asked.
But I knew I couldn’t take it back. She had accepted it, and the moon had already risen.
“Yes, I think I regret it, but it has already been said. I’m sure she’ll be given a better man than I am.”
Raymond took a step toward me. “Chris,” he called, “if you regret it and didn’t think it through, why did you ever open your mouth to say it?”
He had a look of hate and utter disgust. I disgusted myself as well, Why was rejecting my mate the first thing I thought of doing?
Because my mother wanted me to and had ingrained the importance of a powerful Luna in my mind. And I valued my mother’s every wish.
“I don’t know.”
My mother shouldn’t be my excuse.
Raymond shook his head, returning to the riverbank. “You’ll live to regret it, then,” he mumbled.
