The Alpha’s Rejected And Broken Mate
Chapter 47

Amber

POV

Sophie was gone and there was no one else I could express my misery to. I hoped, fervently, that she was having a nice honeymoon and that she and Darius were having a good time together, but another selfish part of me, wished she could be here for me and my own so-called wedding, to the beastly or monstrous alpha. My whole body was trembling in fear as I glanced over at the closet, seeing my green bridesmaid dress cleaned and pressed, ready for me to put on. I glared at it, wanting nothing more than to tear it to shreds and fling it in the bin and burn it to a crisp.

I put a shaking hand to my stomach, feeling fearful for my unborn child. "Don't worry little one, I'm going to take care of you" I whispered, feeling the tiniest swell of my stomach. It was too soon to be noticeable, but a month or so and my stomach was going to be a lot bigger and there would be no hiding the pregnancy. God, why couldn't my mother and father have been truthful to the Monstrous Alpha and told him I was pregnant? Then he wouldn't have wanted me and I would have been safe. I cursed them silently in my mind, my mother especially, blaming her for this whole fiasco.

A knock sounded on my door. "Amber, are you in there" came my mother's muffled voice as I scowled at the door.

"Yes" I said a little heatedly.

"Listen, I know you don't want to, but eventually you'll see this is for the best", mother whispers, "you'll see. Now are you getting ready? It won't be long until the ceremony begins."

I wanted to scream at her, rail about the injustice I was about to endure, but what good would it do? It wouldn't change what was about to happen. If anything, it would make my father angry and he would force me to dress whether I liked it or not. Or he would have me punished and I shuddered at the thought of being whipped again by him. Just the mere memory of it, was enough to make me sick to my stomach.

"I'm getting ready" I lied, glancing back over at my dress and floating towards it, as though I was in a nightmare or trapped in a bad dream, staring at it and willing it to disappear. No such luck though.

"Good, because your father is going to check on you shortly" warns my mother in a hushed voice.

Great, because that's the last thing I need. I clenched my hands into fists and sighed, grimacing at the door where mother stood. "I'm getting dressed so he'll have to wait a few minutes" I hissed.

"I'll tell him" she promises, and then I hear footsteps as she leaves, descending the stairs until I can't hear her anymore, even with my sensitive hearing.

I take a shower, letting the water cascade over me and relax me slightly. I'm quick though, aware that time is passing by quicker than I had anticipated. Clad in a towel with slightly damp hair, I walked back into the bedroom and grabbed hold of the dress. I shimmy back into it and grab some underwear, going braless as my breasts were tender. The dress skims my curves and flows down to my long ankles. I peer at my reflection and sigh. There are dark circles under my eyes and I do the best I can to hide them with makeup. If I was going to face the monstrous Alpha, then I was going to face him looking my absolute best, I thought to myself grimly.

I eyed myself critically, seeing how the dress enhanced my curves and my generous bosom. I swear, my breasts have gotten larger lately. The dress is tight underneath my breasts but not so tight that it hurts me. My skin seems to be glowing, even looking a little tanned from some of the time I have spent outdoors, especially yesterday. My hair is wavy and long, down to my bottom, and I wonder what I should do with it. Should I put it in a ponytail? A bun? Or leave it loose? I debated with myself internally. If I put it in a ponytail it would look like I hadn't made much effort, whereas a bun would be too severe for my face and make me look more serious and older. In the end, I brushed it, leaving it loose and wavy, preferring it that way.

Something catches my eye and I stop in my tracks, turning around slowly to look over at it. I frowned, puzzled as to why there was a perfume bottle in my bedroom. It was the first time I had seen it, but it looked like it was a gift of some sort. But who would have left me such a thing? I didn't tend to wear perfume, mainly because it was difficult to find ones I actually liked the smell of. I reached out a hand and grabbed hold of the perfume, seeing a note underneath it, written in scrolled writing. A present to make you feel better about your own upcoming nuptials. I wish I could be there for you.

Spray whenever you feel down for a pick me up! I hope you love it.

Lots of love

From your sister Sophie.

This was unexpected. When had Sophie had time to swing past and leave me the present? It must have been sitting there for some time before I actually spotted it. What a shame! I never got a chance to thank her for it. I would have to remember to do it later or even send her a letter, letting her know all about what was happening. I peered at the small bottle with curiosity. The vial is a pale purple color and made of glass. It has a dropper inside and I unscrew the perfume carefully, sniffing at it. It smells like a rose mixed with honeysuckle, not my usual taste, but then it was a gift from my sister who had many different tastes to my own. Something about it seemed strange, like the scent was off a bit, but not being into perfume I guess I couldn't tell for sure. thank you Sophie, I thought to myself a little forlorn as I stared at the dropper. It meant a lot to me that she had stopped by to leave me a little present and it had done a lot to make me feel much more cheerful. With a smile, I let a drop of the perfume fall onto my hand and blink. Was it my imagination or had the perfume glowed slightly before it had been absorbed into my skin? But when I peered at it closely, it wasn't doing anything out of the ordinary and I chalked it up to nerves about my upcoming wedding. This time there was no knock on the bedroom door as I bent down to retrieve my shoes, instead just the sound of a key turning in the lock. My father sidled through, Thomas behind him. He looks me up and down with a sneer. "You look somewhat decent", he acknowledges with a frown, "but not like a bride should look like."

"Thank you so much father" I told him, sarcasm in my voice. "that means a lot coming from you. As for the dress, it's one of the nicer ones I have. Mother didn't exactly have time to go and get me a wedding dress" I added darkly. My father scowls at me. "Don't give me an attitude, missy. I won't hesitate to whip you before the ceremony if it comes to that."

I just laughed. "You wouldn't dare, not unless you wanted to explain to Alpha Rowan, the monstrous Alpha, why you put your hands on his future wife and marked her skin. Do you think he would be pleased with you?"

My father stills. His face pales and I chuckle drily. For once, I had the upper hand.

Then the most overwhelming feeling of dizziness consumed me and I stumbled, Thomas reaching out his arms to steady me.

"Steady now" he murmured, gripping me gently and leading me to the bed, where I promptly sat down.

"Amber, are you alright" exclaims my mother from the doorway, her eyes wide when she sees me.

"She's fine" my father snaps "she's just putting it on."

"No I'm not" I said weakly "I do feel really dizzy."

My mother shakes her head. "It's most likely the pregnancy" she explains quietly, "it can make you dizzy and lightheaded at times. Do you think you can stand?" she asks.

I gave a firm nod, Thomas helping me back up and keeping a firm grip on my arm.

"I don't want you to fall" he explains kindly while my father snorts in the background.

"Can we hurry this up already" my father exclaims, looking pointedly at his watch. "the Alpha is bound to be here for her any minute."

My mother rolls her eyes and takes hold of my arm, Thomas letting go reluctantly as she glares at him. "Come with me Amber" she says, softly tugging me out of the room.

Every step my heart beat a little faster and my hands shook, feeling clammy all of a sudden. I felt numb, like I was watching from a distance as I walked next to mother, down the stairs and outside where the marquee still sat. "I thought we would just reuse this" my mother says evenly, our heels sinking into the grass as we walked. "the minister is inside waiting."

"Is he here yet?" I managed to stammer out.

My mother instantly knows who I am talking about. She gave me a kind smile. "Not yet. So you have some time to calm down before he gets here."

My father and Thomas are talking to each other in the background but mother ignores them, ushering me into the marquee.

"Your perfume" my mother murmurs as she walks me to the minister, who shakes her hand and looks at me curiously "is that new? I don't think I've come across that scent before."

"Sophie left it for me" I said softly, "as a gift."

"It's nice" my mother says as father stands right outside the marquee waiting impatiently for the groom to turn up "but a little odd at the same time", she says, sniffing. She shakes her head.

I shrug. I happened to like the smell, it was slowly growing on me.

"He's coming" my father yelled out over his shoulder. "better get yourself ready minister."

My mother squeezes my hand as I stare at the doorway of the marquee, my expression troubled. Would the monstrous alpha be as fearful as I imagined? Or was it all rumors?

My father reaches out to shake the guy's hand, before withdrawing into the marquee, a briefcase clutched securely in his hands. I stare at it.

"Is that..." I trailed off, still glancing uncertainly towards the entrance.

"The money we sold you for" my father abruptly said. "what else would it be?"

I fall silent, miserable to the depths of my soul. My hand unconsciously goes towards my stomach and mother yanks it away, chastising me with a look. "You might give it away if you're not careful", she admonishes.

I swallow hard and then see a man appear in the doorway, the sunlight flooding in, blinding me momentarily. I blink rapidly and then take his features in, my eyes widening when I see his face. I can't believe it. It's the man from the bookstore and the man that I danced with at the wedding. The one I'd had naughty dreams about after we first met and who caused me to have tingles every time I saw him. What was he doing here? Surely he could not be, I realized with dawning recognition, the Monstrous Alpha? Could he?I felt myself falling and darkness claim me.