Chapter 1 Dramatic Wedding

Vivian’s POV

Last night was so passionate.

I was drifting somewhere between sleep and wakefulness when I felt someone approach. Was that Kyle? The man who had just completed the mating ceremony with me the day before? I tried to open my eyes, but I was too sleepy. My body wouldn’t listen to me.

Then I felt it—the unmistakable weight of a man settling beside me, the whisper of fabric sliding away, and warm lips grazing across my skin.

Despite the fog in my mind, my body reacted on instinct. His touch wasn’t hesitant. It was confident, intimate—like he knew exactly how to draw me out of myself. Something about him—his scent, his warmth—ignited something inside me I hadn’t felt before.

I couldn’t stop the soft sounds that escaped my lips, no matter how hard I tried. My desire took over before reason could catch up, and I gave in to the rhythm, to the pressure, to him.

Everything after that was a fever dream—his touch, his breath against my ear, the way he moved with me like we were made for this.

I lost count of how many times I came. By the end, I was utterly spent. The last thing I remembered was the gentle brush of his fingers across my cheek.

“Let’s stop and rest. Please… I’m really tired.”

And then—I blacked out.

The soft rays of dawn broke through the curtains, pulling me from slumber. But as I opened my eyes, I was surprised to find myself in somewhere unfamiliar, at least not my bridal suite.

Last night had been my mating ceremony with Kyle Thorn. Following pack tradition, we'd held a grand celebration. I had drunk heavily, especially that final toast my best friend Debra Brown had insisted upon. After that, everything became a blur.

There was no time to piece together the missing hours. Pain wracked my entire body as I scrambled to pick up the torn ceremonial dress from the floor.

All of a sudden, I heard a voice calling my name. A voice that was weak, yet firm.

Amazed by the possibility, I shuddered. Was that my wolf?

But I lost my wolf in a childhood accident. I’d never shifted, never heard her before.

I was so glad and tried to talk to her, yet there’s no response but silence. I gave a self-mocking laugh. Maybe the voice was just my illusion.

Then I heard some noise coming from outside the door. But before I could properly cover myself, a swarm of elders of the pack burst through the door with Kyle close behind them. Such a scene made me instinctively reach for Kyle's protection, but he jerked away from me.

"Vivian Miller!" Kyle’s voice was ice-cold. "We haven't even been mated for half a day, and you're already spreading your legs for another man. You disgusting whore! "

His hand struck my cheek with a crack that echoed through the room.

The unexpected blow sent me reeling, causing my face swollen instantly.

“Kyle?” My voice was barely a whisper. I blinked hard, hoping to wake from a nightmare. But the terrible scene did not change at all.

The elders, Kyle—his face twisted with rage. His eyes were burning holes into me.

The sting of his slap across my face was all too real. The shock of it rattled me as I stumbled back, feeling my cheek burning. The world around me seemed to spin, and I could hardly focus on his words.

“Vivian, how could you do this?” Kyle’s voice shook with disbelief, but there was a coldness to it, a finality that left no room for explanation. “I mated with you even you are wolfless, and this is how you repay me? With him?” He gestured toward the photo Debra was now shoving in my face.

I glanced at the picture in my trembling hands, my heart sinking. There I was, tangled in the sheets with a man whose face I couldn’t see—but I knew it wasn’t Kyle. A horrible, sinking feeling twisted in my gut.

‘What happened last night? Who is this man?’ My mind went completely blank.

“Kyle, please…” I finally found my voice, but it was weak, fragile. “I don’t know what happened. I can’t remember anything.”

He wasn’t listening. He didn’t want to. “I, Kyle Thorn, Beta of the Grey Pack, reject you, Vivian Lowell as my mate.” Kyle declared with disgust, pulling out pre-prepared agreement on termination of mating relationship and flinging them at me. "I won't be mated to a faithless slut."

His words were a stab in my chest, and for a second, I couldn’t breathe. The room spun as I tried to process everything that had happened—and everything I had lost.

“Vivian,” Debra’s voice cut through my daze, a feigned sympathy lacing her words. “Kyle doesn’t want you anymore. It’s time you let go.”

I wanted to scream. I wanted to throw myself at them and rip apart every lie they’d fed me. But I couldn’t. Not now. Not when every evidence against me.

Suddenly, the final drink from Debra popped into my head. The drink that Debra's insisted upon for me. It had all been a trap. Rage flooded through me as I lunged toward my former friend.

“You set this up?” My voice was barely a whisper, but the realization hit me like a ton of bricks.

Kyle shoved me before I could make another move, sending me crashing into the table. I hit the floor with a sickening thud, my body rebelling against the force. Tears welled in my eyes, but I refused to let them fall.

Debra’s smug smile filled my vision as she caressed Kyle’s hand, the very hand that had just slapped me. My blood boiled.

I could feel the heat in my chest, the rising fury, the injustice of it all.

“Kyle Thorn.” I spat his name like poison. “I will not accept your rejection.”

The smile on his face faded, replaced by a sneer. “Don’t be foolish. If you refuse, I’ll make sure these photos spread through every pack. Soon your father will see you for what you really are. And when I’m done, your entire lineage will drown in shame.”

I froze. My father.

The words sent a shock of cold through my veins. My father’s health was already precarious. His company had recently fallen into bankruptcy. The doctor had warned me that anything could push him over the edge. I couldn’t let him see this. I couldn’t let him know.

The anger was still there, deep and heavy, but it wasn’t enough to make me risk my father’s life.

“Fine, I’ll accept.”I knew the terms would destroy me, but father's health mattered the most.

I rose to my feet and declared,

“I, Vivian Lowell, of the Silver Pack, reject you，Kyle Thorn as my mate.”

Just like that—it was done.

No agony tearing through my chest, no bond snapping with a scream.

Maybe that’s the only mercy given to being a werewolf without a wolf.

“Don’t forget your things in the bridal chamber,” Kyle said with a cruel smirk.

“Throw them away,” I replied, my voice firm despite the storm inside me. “I don't want any reminders of this farce.”

I shoved past the elders and fled the room, refusing to look back at the couple who had destroyed my life.

I ran out of the building, trying to preserve my pride. But I was so distracted that I didn’t notice I was running into the road. At the same time, a car was coming towards me.