Chapter 5

Amelia’s POV

I arrived at the pack, surrounded by different colors and scents. Everyone was impeccably dressed - from the average Omega wolf to the dashing Alpha. I twirled the wine in my glass, patiently scanning the ballroom for Damien.

And then, I found him but he wasn't alone. As I watched him, I was torn between a mixed feeling of excitement, nervousness and joy. Damien's eyes met mine and he smiled. I bit the insides of my cheeks, feeling like a little girl all over again.

“The ceremony will now begin.” The Herald announced in a loud voice, throwing the boisterous hall into ease. With bated breath, everyone including me, watched as Alpha's chose their Omega's and Omegas their Gamma’s. It was a wonderful sight to behold.

It got to my turn and I pushed my seat, walking to Damien's seat. Of course, the room was startled by my boldness. If only they knew that Damien was already my mate.

I stretched my gloved hand towards him.

“Alpha Damien, I, Amelia, choose you to be my fated mate.” Damien stood to his feet and the room burst out with lapses of “oohs” and “ahh”. My cheeks burned as I waited for the moment I had dreamed of for eight years. He smiled, reaching for my hand.

“I, Damien Elord, heir to the BloodMoon throne…”

“Yes?” My smile widened as I still held out my hand.

“...reject you Amelia Moon as my mate.” He completed.. His gaze not leaving mine. I watched as his face changed from his usual carefree countenance. His eyes now looked cold, his face hardened. He looked like a total stranger now.

Where is the Damien I knew? I felt a strong wave of blood rush through my brain as I stared at him confused. I could hear the murmur and laughter in the crowd. Nothing could have prepared me for this heart wrecking humiliation.

“Damien, what is going on? I finally managed to ask. His gaze left mine as he turned to leave.

“Wait a minute,” I grabbed his arm. “What was that?”

“Let go of me, You heard me right Amelia. Do you need me to repeat it, you slut? He hissed.

“Slut?” I couldn't believe my ears. Damien had just called me a slut in front of everyone. The murmurs and laughter became intense as they repeated his words.

“What do you mean by that?” I asked in shock.

“Aren't you a slut, Amelia.”

“How dare you say that after sleeping with me?”

“You slept with me. That makes you the slut,” Damien tapped at my forehead. “You're not very smart, are you?” His statement left me confused and I watched in horror as he walked to where Freya sat and dropped to the floor on one knee. I froze in shock and my body weakened instantly. Tears welled up in my eyes and my lips quivered.

“Will you be my mate and stand by my side as my Luna?” he said, planting a soft kiss on Freya’s gloved hand.

“N - No.” I tried to scream but it came as a whisper.

“Yes, My love.” Freya replied. As Damien kissed her, a round of deafening applause resounded in the ballroom. I felt the ground shift beneath me, almost making me lose my balance.

“What is going on here?” I cried out in confusion.

“I'll tell you what is going on here, you cheap slut,” Freya walked towards me, her dress so elegant and perfect, her heels clicking on the marble floor. She looked like a proud princess while I was the complete opposite.

“No man in the Blood Moon pack will marry a woman another man has touched. Next time, don't spread your legs like a cheap slut.” she mocked. A feeling of embarrassment and shame flooded through me. I do not deserve this. These moments felt like a nightmare. It felt unreal. Why would Damien do this to me? Damien would never betray me. For what reason?

“What?” I looked between her and Damian and the pieces fell in place.

The barrette on her head, her mocking tone in my room in the morning, Damien taking my innocence and telling me to turn down the Red Moon pack offer. It was all their plan.

“Who's showing whom now, huh?” Freya laughed as Damien twinned his hands around her waist. The room spinned as the whispers began to grow.  

“She’s a whore.” “She should be ashamed of herself.”

Tears formed in my eyes as I watched them all mock me. It hurt, it felt like a confident elephant was sitting on my chest. Every part of my body ached in pain. I felt like I was dying and my body seemed to have accepted its fate.

I fell to the ground as they taunted me, I looked to the crowd and my eyes landed on Matilda. She was laughing at me too. I wish the grounds would open up and swallow me. What did I do to deserve this?

My gaze returned to Damien and Freya, and they seem to be enjoying seeing me wallow in pain. They had put up a perfect show to embarrass me completely.

No man in the Blood Moon pack would take me as his Mate. Damien knew of this yet he chose to play this cruel game with my innocence.

“One last thing, Amelia,” Damien looked at me with a cruel smirk planted on his lips . “You should have never dreamt of becoming my Luna. I don't know what went through your head. And second of all, the Red Moon pack will cease to exist. Father had already ordered for everyone in the pack to be killed. So consider it a gift from me to you. Your stupid aunt wouldn't bother you anymore. Isn't that what you want?” I couldn't believe my ears.

“What.” I asked in disbelief. There is no way what he had just said could be true.

“The Red Moon pack?” The whispers spiraled out of control.

“She's a witch.”

“She should be burnt!” The crowd whispered among themselves.

“No. No. No. Aunt Abigael!” I screamed. My heart pondered in my chest as I shook my head in disbelief. I staggered up as my vision blurred for a moment. Tears streamed down my eyes as I rushed towards Damien. I held his clothes tightly.

“You are lying! Right?” I yelled at him.

“Better go say your goodbyes. You know how fast fire spreads.” My stomach chunked as I stared at the monster in front of me. I finally realized that I didn't know who Damien truly is, he had hidden his true self so well.

Without looking back, I ran out of the hall. The further I ran their cruel whispers and laughter ceased to be heard. I continued to run while praying to the heavens to save my aunt.

I would not forgive myself if I lose her.