From Rejected Omega To The Supreme Luna Chapter 08

From Rejected Omega To The Supreme Luna Chapter 08

Ember POV: 

The morning of the wedding was gray. The sky looked like a bruise. 

I stood in front of the mirror. My dress was a fortress of lace. Beautiful, but a shroud. 

Julian entered. He looked dashing, but smelled of stress and… her. 

“Are you ready?” 

“As I’ll ever be.” 

“Listen,” he fidgeted. “Estelle is upset about yesterday. She feels excluded. I want her standing with us. At the altar.” 

I laughed. A dry, hollow sound. “You want your mistress standing next to your bride? Should we all hold hands?” 

“Don’t be vulgar,” Julian snapped. “It’s about unity.” 

“Fine. Whatever you want.” 

It didn’t matter. None of it mattered. 

We got into the lead Rolls Royce. Julian drove. I was passenger. Estelle in the back. 

“I feel sick,” Estelle moaned on the highway. 

“Just breathe, Essie,” Julian checked the mirror. 

“No, it really hurts,” Estelle cried. She doubled over. “My heart… it’s fluttering! I can’t breathe! Is it the wolfsbane? Is it a heart attack?” 

She started hyperventilating, making wheezing noises. 

“She’s having an episode!” Julian shouted, panic rising. “We need a hospital!” 

“We are ten minutes from the venue,” I said. “The ceremony starts in twenty.” 

“She could be dying!” Julian slammed the 

brakes. 

The car screeched to a halt on the shoulder. Rain lashed the windshield. 

“I’m taking her to the city hospital,” Julian decided. “It’s the only one with the antidote.” 

“That’s an hour back,” I said. “You’ll miss the 

wedding.” 

Julian looked at me. His eyes were cold stones. 

“Get out.” 

I blinked. “What?” 

“Get out of the car, Ember. Take a taxi or catch a ride with the convoy. I have to save Estelle.” 

“You’re kicking your bride out on the highway? In a storm? For a panic attack?” 

“Stop being selfish!” Julian roared. “She’s dying! Get out! Now!” 

He leaned over and opened my door. Wind whipped the rain inside. 

I looked at him. I saw the fear for her. The contempt for me. 

I unbuckled. 

I stepped out. My dress instantly soaked up the dirty road water. 

“Good luck, Julian,” I said. 

He slammed the door and peeled away, tires 

spraying mud onto my white silk. 

I stood there, watching the taillights fade. 

The convoy passed. They honked, confused, but assumed it was Alpha business. 

I was alone. 

I closed my eyes. I reached deep inside. 

Wake up, I whispered. 

I grabbed that frayed gray thread connecting me to Julian. 

“I, Ember Tucker,” I spoke to the empty highway, “reject you, Julian Copeland, as my mate.” 

Snap. 

Pain exploded in my chest. Like my heart was being ripped in half. I fell to my knees, screaming silently. 

But then… relief. 

The weight vanished. 

I stood up. I ripped the veil off and threw it in the mud. 

A yellow taxi slowed down. 

“Miss? Are you okay?” 

I opened the door. 

“Airport. International terminal.” 

I snapped my SIM card in half and tossed it out the window. 

I didn’t look back.