My Fierce Secretary

“Don’t think Father loves you because of the treatment it was because of him if not Father would have watched you die outside,” Anna said as her lips arched upwards.

I wondered who he was and what was going on there.

She giggled and then left.

Could it be him? Was he back?

He was Raphael the next alpha of the Bloodstone pack, the only one who treated me fairly and equally.

He made sure i was safe from father and sister a lot.

He was the only person I could call a friend.

I must see him immediately, but I looked at myself and decided to freshen up first before heading to his place.

He has been gone for over five years now. He would have changed, wouldn’t he? Maybe he would be more muscular and handsome.

I wish he would be my mate because he would be the perfect mate for me and always protect me.

It was late already, and an activity was going on in the pack house.

Oh my gosh, I forgot that today was the annual Bloodstone Ball; it was a ball where werewolves find their mate.

I could find my mate today, but will he accept me?

Me, a wolf-less loser.

But first of all, I decided to look for Raphael in the ballroom.

The ballroom was huge, and it was decorated magnificently in cream. The chandeliers hung from the ceiling.

Shining brightly in the room. I searched for Raphael.

Then, I saw him with my sister, Anna, and they seemed happy. He had grown; his black eyes shone brightly, and his brown hair shimmered against the light.

His body was toned, and he was every girl’s dream man.

When I smelled that intoxicating scent in the ballroom, it was coming from Raphael.

He was my freaking mate; it was my dream come true.

He looked in my direction, and he knew I was his mate.

He walked up to me, and I waited for him to accept me as his mate.

But his expression didn’t seem right.

His expression was one of utter disgust; his lips curled downward in a scowl.

I felt uneasy; a chilly breeze grazed my arms, and goosebumps appeared on my arms.

“I, Raphael Lockwood, reject you, Ella Livingstone, as my mate.” Something in my heart shattered into pieces, and the only one I called a friend, who was also my destined mate, rejected me in front of everyone.

Everyone was laughing at me, amused by my misfortune.

He didn’t stop there.

“Did you think we were friends? You? A wolf-less nobody?”

What does he mean?

“It was just a bet that I made with my friends to pity you, and it was tiring to always listen to your rambling.” He paused.

I stood there dumbfounded, trying to understand what was going on.

He folded his arms across his chest and seemed to enjoy me breaking.

“If only you had awakened your wolf, you would not be this useless, and you would have at least a standing in the pack.” He looked at me with disdain as he said it.

I stood there, frozen, as Raphael’s words cut through me like a knife. My mind reeled, trying to process the truth behind his words.

How did I think the next alpha of the Bloodstone pack would be delighted to be my friend?

I could not cry, and I will not let anyone rejoice in seeing me cry.

I have had enough of this place, and I did what I felt I should.

“I, Ella Livingstone, reject you, Raphael Lockwood, as my mate.” My words hung in the air.

His arched lips came down; he could not believe I would reject him.