Chapter 2: Scorned At the Lunar Ball
Meredith.
Gnashing his teeth until the pain from the bond severing was over, Marc's lips twisted into something cruel, and his voice laced with mockery. "Did you really think the Moon Goddess would pair me with someone like you? A cursed, wolfless burden?"
Laughter rippled through the ballroom.
I hadn't expected this. I had been hopeful the moon goddess would finally shine her mercy on me tonight. Instead, look what she did to me.
Now, the entire werewolf society knew I was cursed and unwanted. No one would ever accept me. Not even my own family who were actually the first to reject me.
I felt the sting of hot tears, but I refused to let them fall as I watched Marc hold that woman's hand and take a few steps backwards.
No. I would not cry. Not in front of these people. Not in front of him.
But just as I thought the humiliation and disgrace couldn't get any worse, my pheromones surged; a wild, uncontrollable scent—a sign of a female in distress.
Immediately, several men in the room reacted.
Some turned their heads sharply, their wolves snarling low in their throats. Others stiffened, pupils dilating as their instincts responded to the scent.
A man near the bar exhaled sharply. Another clenched his jaw, gripping his drink tightly.