Hated by My Mate

Chapter 4

Aurora

"Mate..." We both spoke.

I stared into the most intense blue eyes I had ever seen in my life.

"It's him, Aurora! He's our mate!" Rhea shouted in my mind as she did cartwheels.

I looked up at the person who stood before me, holding my hand in a tight but gentle grip.

It was the pack's alpha, Wolfgang.

We stared at each other for what seemed an eternity but was probably only a couple of minutes.

Suddenly, he let go of my hand. I missed its warmth almost instantly.

He looked at me with shock in his eyes."You?"

His voice dripped with disdain. Then he shook his head, as if not believing what he was seeing, and turned around to walk off.

"Wait..." I instinctively grabbed his hand, and felt a tingling sensation as our skin touched.

But he jerked it out of my grip as if my hand was covered with filth.

He glared at me. "Don't. Ever. Touch. Me. Again. Maid ," he said through gritted teeth. Then he turned once more and walked off.

Leaving me in complete shock.

Tears threaten to spill. I felt like everyone was looking at me. They'd seen the whole scene.

I was ashamed. I turned and ran as fast as I could. Away from the hall...

Away from the whispers ... Away from the shame...

"Aurora, what are you doing? Go after him!" my wolf shouted in my head, but I ignored her.

I kept running until I was out the front door and in the open garden that led to the gates, but I didn't stop there.

I kept going until I reached my home, not caring for my work anymore, or the fact that I was still wearing a uniform.

"Aurora? Is that you?" I heard my stepmother call from the living room.

I dashed up the stairs and into my bedroom, then slammed the door and threw myself on my bed, hugging my pillow for dear life as I cried my heart out.

The room door opened not long after, and Montana came 1n.

"I thought the party would've been longer. What happened?"

I didn't answer her. I just kept crying.

"Aurora, what's the matter?" she asked, concern in her voice.

"Just leave me alone," I said through the pillow that was pressed to my face.

But as usual she ignored my wishes, and I felt the bed sag as she sat next to me. I felt her cold hand patting my head.

"There, there," she said. "You shouldn't be crying now, dearie. Not on your birthday. But I know what will cheer you up."

I felt her shuffle off the bed. My curiosity got the best of me, so I peeped out from under the pillow and saw her holding out an old envelope for me to take.

"Here," she said, handing it to me. "Your father entrusted me to give this to you once you turned eighteen."

I took the envelope and opened it, revealing a handwritten letter. I recognized my father's handwriting.