Binta.

Binta.

I can’t believe he’s capable of doing this to me. He prefers that bitch to me. I’m going to make him regret picking that ugly beast over me. Who cares if he’s my king? I’m going to make him suffer. I am stunning, and the queen has personally picked me to be his mate. I’m meant to be by his side. How could she steal my partner? How dare she take what is rightfully mine? I will make her regret coming to my kingdom. Everyone knows I’m his mate. They are all waiting for the day I will be proclaimed queen of this realm, yet he has the audacity to reject me.

He wants to ruin me, despite all I have done for him; as a result, I reject my real partner. I rejects the one who loves me the most, which led to his death. My main desire is to be declared queen.

Remembering how I ruthlessly rejected Matt, telling him he wasn’t worthy of me, and then watching him die. Rejecting our partner is death since we only have one mate-choice privilege. We can’t have second-chance partners, like the were