Chapter 4: Rejecting the alpha
VALENCIA'S POV
I struggled to breathe.
This wasn't right. It wasn't supposed to be like this.
I stepped back as the door closed on its own, making me want to vomit as the bile rose in my throat from the disgust I was feeling.
It was painful. Almost as if someone stabbed my heart with a sharp dagger and twisted it down to my abdomen.
Alpha Tyler, the man who saved me all those years ago was my mate. My mate, who was having pleasant sex with my sister.
Judging from how he turned 18 around one and a half years ago, it was clear he knew I was his mate all along and still chose to date my sister, right in my face.
Why?
I thought he cared for me because he pitied my situation. And stupidly I was okay with it.
I was okay with the idea of him pitying me as long as he looked my way, as long as he held my hand to ask if I was okay, and as long as he smiled at me to comfort me.
Was I not worth it? Was I really that weak in his eyes? I didn't need him to tell me why he didn't choose me. Maybe in his eyes, I wasn't -