Bar Mon tblank The power of an opportunity

"Wh...what?" My voice croaked on the word as I stared into George's eyes intently.

"I, George Hansen. Son of the Alpha and prince of the Shadow Moon Clan hereby reject you Alice Fomin as my mate" George repeated.

My mind kept replaying the last words of the pack priest as he had previously asked if there was anyone against our union.

Never in my wildest dreams would I have believed that the enemy of my happiness would be standing at the altar with me, still holding my hands.

"George " I whispered and searched his eyes to know if he was playing a prank on me or if he was been real.

He rolled his eyes and scoffed impatiently and like a dream, he let go of my hands as though it burned him.

"What? No. No!" I shouted and the audience gasped in my misery, I didn't even remember that we were in front of thousands of people.

That we were in front of the whole kingdom.

If George thought that he was going to destroy a year of our bond, a year of me making plans for this wedding, a year getting to know all parts of him. If he thought he was going to throw our whole life away then he got anything coming.

"You can't do this to me. To us!" I screamed, the pain searing through me destroying me from within.

"I can and I have," he said curtly and nodded his head.

All eyes turned in the direction of his eyes and from the side of the hall, an image of white started to form behind the glistening of the tears that blurred my vision.

Like the thief that she was, she carefully walked down completely ignoring the aisle. An aisle I had worked countlessly to make perfect.

I swabbed at the tears, my mascara smearing my face as my eyes caught a dark colouration on my hands.

George opened his hands for the bride to walk in and I stood there on the altar, flowers aloof and scattered like an art across the floorboards.

The woman moved closer and the moment she stood in front of George, his smile reached both ears and she matched it.

My hands balled into fists as I waited for her to open the veil to reveal herself to me. The crowd began to whisper and the priest looked uncomfortable.

I looked at the crowd and back at the drama that unfolded right before my eyes.

"George. You cannot marry her, you were marrying me. Remember?" I asked, anger steaming confusion as I pointed to myself but George ignored my presence and began to lift her head scarf.

The more I stared into George’s smiling face, the more I realised that this wasn't a joke.

I moved quickly, unable to wait for the painstaking moment when George revealed the harlot he chose over me.

The crowd gasped in horror as I succeeded in tearing down her veil and scarf, ruining her hairdo in the process.

My eyes searched as the bride quickly evaded her face from my view but I saw something that caught my attention.