Refusing To Be His Luna

Chapter 1：Rejected

Corie POV:

I sat in front of the vanity mirror, unable to hide the smile tugging at my lips.

The reflection staring back at me was the most beautiful version of myself in twenty years.

The white wedding gown, off-the-shoulder with long sleeves, was simple yet breathtaking.

My best friend, Linda, was applying the final touches with her makeup brush.

I stole another glance at the door—lost count of how many times my eyes had strayed there.

Still, Kent hadn't shown up.

"Corie, you are the most beautiful bride I've ever seen," Linda sighed, her eyes beaming.

"And you're marrying our insanely handsome Alpha. Do you have any idea how many girls in this pack are dying to be you right now?"

My smile widened, though a tiny flicker of unease danced in my chest.

"Why hasn't he shown up yet? Not even a call."

Linda smirked, nudging my shoulder. "Did you guys sneak out for a midnight quickie or something?"

I pressed my lips together, fighting off a blush.

"No."

Last night, he had pressed me into the sheets, kissing every inch of my skin while whispering I love you over and over until I lost my mind.

Heat rushed straight to my face.

Linda set the powder brush down on the dressing table with a grand, theatrical flourish.

"Done! Feast your eyes on our new Luna."

I stood up, my heavy train sweeping gracefully across the floor.

I had envisioned this moment in my dreams a thousand times, and today, fantasy was finally becoming reality.

I lifted my gown and opened the door.

A blinding sea of white slammed into my vision right in the hallway.

My mind went blank, yet my instincts screamed out before I could stop myself.

"Sarah—"

My twin sister...

Wasn't she supposed to be my bridesmaid?

Why was she wearing a white wedding gown?

Her train stretched far longer than mine, cascading like a royal veil.

Her diamond tiara caught the light, sparkling mockingly brighter than mine.

The makeup artist catered to her every step, carefully holding up her train from behind.

And my parents walked right beside her, their eyes overflowing with a pride they had never once shown me.

Sarah caught my eye from the corner of her glance and strode right past me, her hips swaying with unbothered arrogance.

A triumphant smirk painted her face.

My grip on the doorknob tightened until my knuckles turned white.

After all these years, I had grown numb to her casual cruelties, but I had rarely seen her look this openly vicious.

"Mom, what is..."

My parents didn't stop for me. They didn't even cast a glance my way.

The whole entourage swept past, leaving me in their dust.