Bound

Chapter 50 - Savannah

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Dmitri

How the fuck had this happened. One minute I was blissfully happy with the woman of my dreams, and the next, I'm watching her walk away with another man, the look of hurt, shame, embarrassment, and anguish plastered on her face and reflected in her beautiful hazel eyes.

Savannah. That is what happened. At the mention by Ryan of Sky being my girlfriend, Savannah promptly proposed we toast to that, handing all of us a glass of champagne from the waiter as he passed. I usually enjoyed champagne, but the one I was given was too dry and earthy. Nonetheless, not wanting to offend, I reluctantly joined in on the toast, the liquid burning my throat as it went down.

Savannah proceeded to sidle up to me at the table, cooing words about what a loss it would be for the female population now that I was taken off the market, and by a human, no less. Before I could say anything, she placed her hand on mine on the table, that somewhat alluring scent I smelt earlier on her more prominent.

And that's when we felt it. Sparks erupted where our hands met. I was surprised, but Savannah seemed almost expectant of the situation as if she already knew. There was no denying it. The sparks were much stronger than what I felt when touching Sky.

"Mine," Savannah said, loud enough for everyone around us to hear.

Gasps could be heard, and a crowd started to form.

"You're my mate," she squealed before plastering her body to mine while her mouth caught mine off guard with a full-on kiss.

I sensed and smelt Sky before I saw her—the silence of the crowd spoke volumes.

Savannah must have felt my discomfort as she ended the kiss, her eyes moving from mine to Sky's. I didn't miss the smirk she had on her face as she looked at the woman I love in front of us. But publicly rejecting my mate was unspeakable. Rejection, public or private, could not happen. Mates were a gift from the deity that, if rejected, could lead to not only each mate's demise but also the pack's demise if your status was Alpha. Rejecting binding weakened both parties and, in turn, weakened the pack.

I did the only thing I could. 

"My mate," I announced. The words had sat in my mouth like acid as I looked at Savannah.

Sky had stepped back, her eyes darting wildly around the room. I could see her feelings. They were displayed on her perfect face for everyone to see. It tore me apart inside.

A man I had not noticed before stepped forward, his hand gently taking Sky's arm, both firmly plastered against her body. She looked at him with hurt in her eyes, unshed tears brimming. A growl escaped before I could contain it, Savannah stiffening at my side. How dare he touch her.

"Let's go, Skylar." Another growl I couldn't contain at this unknown man using the name that was supposed to be reserved for my use only. Who was this guy? How did he even know her? His voice sounded familiar, but I couldn't place it. He looked down at her with sadness and another look I knew all too well, as I wore that same look many times around her. Adoration and possessiveness.

Defeated, her head had dipped, leaving her missing the look of anger that crossed the man's face when he glanced my way.

That was the last I saw of Sky as she was led away. I mind-linked Ivan to inform me of her whereabouts, but he returned with nothing. She seemed to have left the property with the stranger. The same stranger I was currently having a full background check carried out on. He wasn't even one of us.