Chapter 2


    Kiara POV


    As I walked into our room, the mingling scents of his pine and sandalwood and my peach scent greeted me, sending a shiver of pleasure through my


    core. I sighed. It seemed that even living under the same roof, I couldn''t break through the walls around his heart.


    He never recognized me as his mate. Marriage was supposed to bring us closer, but it was merely an arrangement made by our fathers. I longed for


    something deeper, something real. I want him to recognize my wolf and let them be together. But he never gave me a chance to begin with.


    And something in me told me he would never give me a chance to form a bond between us. It felt like something was holding him froming closer


    tome


    After taking a refreshing bath. I stood in front of the mirror. My dress, a breathtaking creation of silk andce, shimmered in the dimly lit room. The


    pale blue fabric hugged my curves, flowing into an elegant floor-length slit skirt. Delicate embroidery adorned the bodice, its intricate patterns catching


    the light like stars in the night sky.


    My waist-length burgundy hair cascaded down my back, and natural curls adorned the ends. My skin, as pure as freshly fallen snow, had a subtle


    rosy blush. It wasn''t just a natural glow: it felt like an enigmatic energy surging through my veins, waiting to be unleashed. I shook my head as I got a


    little dizzy. What’s happening to me?


    "Isabelle!" I called for one of the staff members who usually assisted me in getting ready for any g events. Wearing these gowns and high stilettos


    was always a headache for me. If I didn''t have an image to uphold as a Kings’ mate. I''d happily choose leggings and a loose T-shirt.


    As I struggled to pull up the back chain of my dress, I called her name again, but only silence answered. That was until I caught his scent. and my


    heart skipped a beat. His presence intoxicated me, and my core tightened with desire, as it always did whenever he was near.


    He had made it clear that our marriage was arranged, even though we''re mates. He harboured no romantic feelings for me. At first, I thought the


    same, but spending time with him revealed a different side. Despite his tough exterior, he makes me fall for him. I knew there was a heart behind his


    rock-hard demeanour.


    "Let me help you with it," he whispered gently, his fingers brushing against my back skin as he zipped up the chain. A rush of warmth andfort


    washed over me, calming my nervousness. I took a deep breath, savouring his presence. He is my mate yet he is so distant from me.


    I think this was the curse of the mate bond, who doesn''t love you.


    I looked at hina through the mirror-


    standing six-foot-two tall, with deep


    grey eyes, his dark night hair longer.


    on top, bat shaved short on the side.


    A sharp-yet chiselled jawline. It felt


    like his body was blessed by the


    maori goddess herself. de is in a


    grey suit which hugs his physic


    perfectly.


    His intense gaze met mine through the mirror, and time seemed to stand still as we locked eyes. But my attention was quickly drawn to his crooked


    maroon tie. I couldn''t resist; I shook my head and turned towards him.


    "Here, it''s done,” I said softly, swiftly fixing the tie. For a moment, his eyes seemed to soften, revealing a glimmer of love, but it was soon masked by


    his usual dominating aura, a constant reminder of how much he hated my presence.


    “Thank you,” He said in a non-bothered way. I was aware that what I felt for him couldn''t turn into more. Even when I crave that more. Even when I


    lang for it. There''s no chance that he could love me back. Not one. And I can live with that. Or, at least, try to.


    After we were both ready, we made


    our way to the grand hall, my hand


    sped around his muscled bicep _


    as we greeted the pack members.


    present..The shining bright lightkof


    the hall seemed cheerful, the +’


    mingling noises filled with the


    sombre music as membets’


    conversed, in glittering drésses and


    wealthy suits.


    “You did an incredibly great job here, Luna. Everything looks perfect.” Theirpliments poured in, praising my hard work and the perfection of the


    event. I smiled, side-ncing at him, hoping for hispliment, but he simply unsped our hands and headed towards the elders and councillors.


    It stung, as it always did. He would ignore me when it suited him, only acknowledging my existence when he needed something. Taking my seat at


    the table, I felt unusually tired. Yes, omegas are weak in hierarchypared to other ranked walves but getting weak like this is not an option. Not for


    me.


    My father had trained me to bea


    perfect Luna tfioulding me into the


    leader that €very she-wolf should ~


    aspire to Be. n my teenage <


    years, Lbélieved it would be a heavy


    burden} but I embraced it, striving to


    prove myself worthy of the tole. But


    this sudden weakness is making me


    feel a little scared. I remitided myself


    to visit the pack doctor. Content


    belongs to swnovel.ne


    Yet, as I observed Killian from across the room, my heart sank. He stood beside a girl I had never seen before, their bodies close enough to prevent


    any passage of air between them. His arm was possessively around her waist, a gesture which should be particrly for me only, his mate.Property of N?)(velDr(a)ma.Org.


    She radiated confidence in a dazzling golden dress with a deep V neckline that drew attention to her cleavage. Her long brown hair was pulled back


    into a high ponytail


    A surge of jealousy and uncertainty washed over me. Who was she? And why did she seem sofortable with him? Questions surged in my mind,


    but I pushed them aside, trying to regain myposure. As Luna, I couldn''t let my emotions show.


    A sharp needle of pain pricked my heart as I watched him gaze at her with a mixture of adoration, love and longing in his mesmerising grey stormy


    eyes. It felt like a dagger twisting in my chest. She nced at me and gave me a smug grin resuming her talk to Killian.