His mate, my Doom

Corrigan's POV

"I, Corrigan Price, hereby reject you, Lucien Blackthorn as my mate."

I wake up suddenly from my dream, gasping. My palm finds my chest, trying to calm the heavy thudding. I kick off the sheets on my bed and stand, pacing the floor of my bedroom. It's dark but I don't mind. The dark is the last thing on my mind.

It's been three years since I rejected Lucien. Three years since I had watched him get exiled from the pack. Two years since I had stopped having dreams about him. Why is he back in my head now? I bite my lip, running my hands through my hair. Would he come back? Like he'd sworn to?

For your sake, I hope I die in exile because the day I return you will pay.

I shudder, trying to block out the thoughts of Lucien. It wasn't easy.

"Your wedding is tomorrow, Corrigan," I tell myself and I wince. I am engaged to Dante, the Alpha of the Black Crest pack. My pack. Tomorrow we seal the engagement. I try to be grateful. 

I'm becoming Luna. But all I can feel is dread. Nobody knows Dante as I do. Or knows the things he's capable of.

I lie on the cool bed, closing my eyes to sleep and I begin to drift off. 

I hear a soft voice in my head, it's almost imaginary...

I'm back, pet.

3 years ago

"Smile, darling. You look like a corpse." I heard Mum say through her teeth. I tried to widen my smile, forcing myself not to think of just how boring the entire thing was. 

The Full Moon fete was a long, week-long celebration of the full moon and as the daughter of the beta of the pack, it was something of a duty of mine to be there the whole time, helping in preparations, celebrations, and participating in everything. But when you had participated and helped and celebrated for eighteen years, everything seemed to bore you.

 I watched the dancing and the music from the platform I stood on, alongside my parents and the other members of the pack house.

Dante, the present alpha, sat beside his Luna, Anneliese in front of us. She was a year or two older than me and pleasant enough, without a single personal thought of her own.

 I suppose this was why Dante liked her. He likes women he can control and command. Smart-or not in this case, not smart at all-but not smarter than he was, never opposing him out challenging him, or confronting him when rumors began of his involvement-to put it mildly-with many other women. She was pretty to look at, with her blonde hair and baby-blue eyes.

I looked away from Anneliese to catch Dante staring at me, a speculative expression on his face. I shudder and look away.

He's handsome. In a plastic, soft-boy Ken doll type of way. I didn't have a type. I was more than content