When My Twin Sister Stole My Mate Chapter 10
Axaint glimmer of light sparked in Killian’s eyes.
Since I hadn’t turned and walked away, he probably thought he still had a chance.
He strode through the crowd. “Freya.”
The surrounding guests all turned to look.
He stopped in front of me and pulled a black velvet box from his pocket.
Lying inside was the wolf bone ring, the one that was supposed to make me his Luna on our mating day.
“I know how terribly wrong I was.”
A pained, raspy sound escaped his throat.
“I shouldn’t have abandoned you alone on that sacred altar.”
“I shouldn’t have let Daisy wear the moonstone gown you sewed with your own hands.”
“And I especially shouldn’t have arrogantly assumed that my mate would always be waiting for me back home in the territory.”
“Freya, let me court you again, please?”
“I can give up my Alpha title and stay in Nova City. You can run your couture workshop, and I’ll be your most loyal guard.”
“If you don’t want to live in the Alpha estate, I will level it to the ground.”
“If you hate the hypocritical scent of that Pack, I will sever ties with them completely.”
“Please, just one last chance.”
Slowly, he got down on one knee.
A collective, hushed gasp echoed through the exhibition hall.
The top Alpha Killian had never bowed his head this low in his entire life, not even to the Moon Goddess.
But now, he was kneeling publicly beneath the brilliant chandeliers, holding up a mating ring that was forever too late.
I looked at him quietly.
I looked at his bloodshot eyes. I looked at his gaunt, pale jawline. I looked at those hands that used to so easily dictate life and death in the Pack.
Not a single ripple stirred in my heart.
“Killian, you don’t love me at all.”
The fingers holding the bone ring spasmed violently. “That’s not true.”
“My soul is going crazy for you.”
“You just miss the mate who was always there for you.”
I enunciated every single word, making it crystal clear.
ou miss the convenient tool who handled all your problems without complaint.”
“You miss the perfect shield who was always there to clean up your messes and secure the Pack’s standing.”
“You miss that laughable sense of control, knowing that even if you were drawn in time and time again by a manipulative damsel in distress, I would still foolishly tolerate you.”
Killian’s breathing grew ragged as he shook his head desperately.
“Freya, it’s not what you think.”
“I truly love you.”
He reached out his hand. The moment his fingertips were about to touch me, I took a step back.
“It is too late.”
“The moment you made me take off that gown for her, the bond I felt for you died.”
His face instantly turned as white as paper.
Someone nearby raised their phone to start recording. The whispers behind me grew denser and denser.
I didn’t even glance at them.
I simply recited aloud in front of everyone, “I, Freya, reject you, Killian, as my mate.”
Killian let out an agonized scream. The excruciating pain of the severed bond shot through him, and he collapsed, curling up on the floor.
“Take the ring back.”
“I won’t wear the same ring twice.”
I turned around and walked out of the exhibition hall without looking back.
The afternoon sun of Nova City spilled over the store steps. The leaves of the old maple tree in the courtyard swayed gently in the wind.
Just then, someone called my name.
“Freya.”
The voice was much thinner than I remembered.
I turned my head.
Daisy stood next to a tree.
She was so thin her cheekbones jutted out. Her hair was cut short, she wore no makeup, and the thin gray jacket she had on was worn and threadbare.
After being stripped of her rank and exiled from the Pack, she had become a bottom-tier Rogue werewolf. Even scraping together the travel fare to reach the edges of this big city seemed incredibly difficult.
Right now, she was clutching a garment bag tightly to her chest.
“I came to return this.”
e unzipped it.
Folded neatly inside was the ceremony gown.
Killian’s black wolf crest and our family’s moon-vine pattern still sat side-by-side embroidered on the hem. It had been ironed repeatedly, without a single wrinkle.
“I washed it all clean.”
“I didn’t ruin it at all.”
I stared at the outfit coldly.
Three months of staying up late drafting patterns, countless stitches that pricked my fingers, and the most foolish fantasies I once held for the future were now casually shoved into a bag.
I didn’t step forward. “Keep it, throw it away, or mail it to my lawyer.”
“Do whatever you want with it.”
Daisy’s lips trembled violently.
“Do you hate me to death now?”
“I don’t.”
“Hating you requires spending my energy. You are simply not worth it.”
She stood frozen in place, hugging the bag of the gown as tears crashed down silently, drop by drop.
I turned and walked away.
At the corner of the street, the door to my studio was wide open.
My friends’ pub was shining with warm light. The owner saw me through the glass window, enthusiastically pushed the door open, and waved.
“Freya, the roasted lamb chops and ice-cold beers are all ready. Come on in!”
“Coming right now.”
A few young designers were holding the latest fabric swatches, discussing passionately by the bar.
An assistant wearing thick-rimmed glasses ran over, excitedly holding up a hand-drawn sketch.
“Freya, what do you think of this concept?”
I stopped in my tracks. The lines on the paper were bold and sharp, exuding an untamed beauty that broke free from any cage, like a shooting star tearing through the dark night.
“It is absolutely wonderful.”
“It’s full of wildness and charm.”
He scratched his head and flashed a bright, open smile.
That night, amidst the laughter, I happily downed two large mugs of beer.
My friends kept my glass full. Energetic electronic music played from the speakers, and everyone proudly taped
ygald award certificate to the most prominent wall behind the bar.
In the dead of night, the moonlight was as cold and clear as water.
I sat alone under the warm lamp of the drafting table and rolled out a brand-new, blank sheet of sketching paper.
This time, I drew a lone wolf, breaking free from the fog.
It howled at the sky against an intertwined black-and-white background, the edges of its lines carrying a dangerous tension mixed with silver and deep blue.
There was no Pack crest. There was no so-called mate. Nor could anyone ever use the cruel joke of fate to hijack its soul again.
It had severed all its chains, now walking alone across the vast wilderness.
From this day forward, I live only for myself.
