Chapter 10: Marquess Grant's Mate
Those three words shattered my heart.
Even my wolf was howling in pain. For her, it could already mean that we were in near rejection.
I chewed my inner cheeks, feeling my eyes getting misty. The way Alpha Grant looked at me was already enough that he never wanted me to be his mate. But I could feel his wolf having an opposite reaction because my wolf and I felt his wolf trying to communicate with us.
"Congratulations, Marques Grant," said the familiar baritone voice.
Sniffing, I dared myself to find that person. It was Duke Sylvester who had a sly smile on his lips, looking at us. He even clapped his hands. With his prior action, people mimicked him to do a round of applause for both of us. Melodic, gentle music has been played around to give a romantic perspective.
"Damn it."