His Rogue Alpha

Chapter One:

Zillah’s POV

It was finally my wedding and I’d be getting married to the man of my teenage dreams, it felt like a dream come true.

My figure in the mirror was nothing short of ethereal, like the main character of a timeless love story.

I was a bride stepping into a new chapter of my life with the love of my life and mate, Beta Orson of my pack, The Night Sky Pack.

My head was raised high as I marched to the door with graceful strides. I’ve never felt happier for a long time.

Suddenly, the door slammed open and I stopped my strides to the door. It was my little cousin who ran in, panting heavily. My heart skipped a beat.

“What is it, Cara?”

Cara raised her head and I saw her eyes brimmed with tears and her face was wet which elevated my worries. “Shaeva… she’s getting married…”

My mind blanked as she said that. My younger sister was getting married? I walked out calmly, like a bride should, leaving Cara in her crying mess even if I felt guilty.

My jaw dropped when I walked out and saw my groom and my mate with my younger sister, Shaeva, who was clinging to his arms… in a bridal gown?

What was happening? I stayed calm. A lump grew in my throat as I found myself walking down the isle, alone. This wasn’t what I dreamt of.

“Zillah!” my cousin, Cara, called behind me.

I froze, taking the chance to regulate my breathing. I felt my cousin’s hand around my arm. “Don’t go, Zillah.”

A small frown came to my lips. I looked up at my mate, Orson, and his gaze was on me, but not one of anticipation or adoration for how I looked.

I did my best not to look at my half-sister, Shaeva. There was no way she hated me this much. I did nothing to her.

“Orson.” My voice came out stronger than I expected. “What’s Shaeva doing—”

I couldn’t. I couldn’t accept that he held Shaeva like she was his greatest possession.

“It seems like you can’t read the… hall.” My stepmother marched out from the crowd. We were in the pack’s hall, with almost fifty guests, all staying quiet, watching this.

“What do you mean by that, stepmother?!” my voice was rising. “This is my wedding! Why is Shaeva—”

I still couldn’t say it or it’d mean I accepted whatever was playing in front of me. Orson was my mate and I’ve always felt it since I turned fifteen. He felt the same so would never hurt me.

“Zillah!” My stepmother snapped me from my thoughts. “Orson is no longer interested in his marriage with you. Instead, you’d be getting married to another!”

How could she..?! There’s no way. I glared at Orson but he just stood there, like a dummy, his eyes were blank and nothing was on his face. Was he still Orson I knew?

I gently pulled Cara from my body and marched to him. My stepmother came in front of me and I carelessly pushed her aside, earning gasps from the guests.

My steps were heavy and Orson moved back when I came close. My eyes were burning but I didn’t take them off him. “WHAT. IS. THIS?”

Shaeva hadn’t stepped back when I came close, despite me being of higher rank than she was. Instead, she came forward, holding her bridal gown gracefully.

“What do you think is happening, dear sister? Your younger sister is getting married.” She blinked with a grin.

My fists clenched. Since when had she been planning this evil against me? “Don’t mess with me, Shaeva. He’s mine! Didn’t you agree to marry the Crown Prince of our Kingdom?”

The King had asked one of the Alpha’s daughters to be married to his nephew and heir. My father was the Alpha of this Pack, but he had suddenly fallen ill and Orson had been the one handling the pack affairs.

I hoped to get married to him to help in the pack while my younger sister agreed to marry the Crown Prince to keep our pack in good terms with the King.

“About that,” I heard my stepmother say behind me. "There’s a change in plans or should I say, a change in bride. You, Zillah Roman, will be getting married to the Crown Prince."

My breathing quickened and I couldn’t find the words to speak with. I would be getting married to the Crown Prince when I had a mate?

My clenched fists released and I sent a resounding slap to Shaeva. I should’ve punched her and made her make up look like miserable. She screamed and Orson grabbed her, pushing her to his back.

“Zillah, how dare you—”

My hand itched again and I slapped Orson across the face and half way, my claws stuck out and they grazed his face. “B*st*rd!” I spat when I finally found my tongue.

Two strong arms held me from throwing more hands. They were the warriors of my pack, who acted because I touched their Beta who was the current figure head.

I didn’t struggle and let them push me away from Orson and Shaeva. It felt like my heart was pounded on as I saw Orson holding Shaeva’s face that were soaked in fake tears.

Why should it be me? Why did this have to happen on the day that should be my happiest?!

“Zillah!”

I turned and my brows knitted together on seeing my little cousin, Cara, being held by warriors. She was pinned to a wall even if she didn’t struggle. What did she have to do with any of this?

"Let Cara go, Shaeva. You don’t have go bully her!”

But my sister was cradled in my mate’s arms as he still comforted her from the slap I gave her. My blood boiled.

My sister had really taken away the man I loved, my mate. All these weren't just a bad dream.

I stared at Orson. Why did he do this? Why did he let her touch him? Why did he hold her so affectionately? What about the things we shared?

“Zillah, I hope you don’t plan to refuse the King’s request.” My stepmother came closer, but yet kept good distance.

“I wasn’t the one who agreed to marry the Prince! Shaeva was!” I barked. “Orson… may you be damned and...”

I wanted to say more but his blank expression and static behaviour was beginning to bother me. It was as if he wasn't even here.

“It doesn’t matter who agreed, all that matters is someone from our family show up. And it will be you. Or… Cara.” My step mother grinned wickedly. “Make the choice, or I will."

My eyes darted to my cousin who became terrified the moment her name was mentioned. She was just fourteen, she hadn’t even met her mate?

She shook her head. “N-No, please…”

“Then Zillah will go.” My step mother shrugged. “One of you must! My dear Shaeva is already getting married.”

My eyes went to Orson and his were on me. Couldn’t he feel my pain?

“Zillah!” my step mother shouted, snapping me back. “Decide now, there’s no time! Shaeva has to go on with her wedding as well.”

I returned my gaze back to Orson, my heart slowly solidifying and strengthening for what I’d say next. “Reject me, Orson. Reject me, before you marry my sister.”

Chapter Two:

Zillah’s POV

There were gasps and screams from the guests. They shouldn’t have a say in this, they were just puppets before my step mother, their Luna.

Rejections were almost never done because all mates stayed together, except the royal family who were blessed by the moon goddess and could reject their mates.

If push came to shove, mates who can’t be together end up getting married to someone else and stay apart. With time, the bond loosened and disappeared, or so they say.

In many cases, they meet again and it’s rekindled. That’s why this time, I want it to be completely broken. I would not stand with this disgrace.

I didn’t want to be rejected, I may not bear it but I didn’t expect Orson to either. This would snap him back to reality, the reality that I was his mate!

I watched him step down from the podium, walking to me, with mechanical movements. My brows raised as I watched him. The warriors who held me released me.