Rejected By My Fated Mate, Chosen By The Alpha King

elt cool against Chan

the crowd. He was the center of this universe, the he

hbulbs from gossip columnists popped like t

y stage, microphone in hand. Chandler's he

ne for coming. But he didn't propose. Inst

intment. She forced

o her earlobe. The diamond stud

h. It was the only thing she had

slipped away from the glitteri

lit corridor, heading toward

he heard voices. Familiar voices. Crist

ted back into the shado

s voice was thick with fake te

d, sharp. "Marrying Chandler is just business. The Huds

ned to ice. She clamped a hand ov

ten years ago," Cristobal conti

us "life debt" she had cherished was noth

g?" Stella's voice wa

al chuckled. "But you will be my only bride. Chandler

saw him pull Stella into his arms. He be

gne flute slipped from her numb fingers,

idn't

d back to the party, her

crowd moments ago was gone. In her

g tray. She walked directly to a group of men w

finalized a short-term investment

flushed. He saw her, calm and composed, and a flicker of

ywhere for you," he said, sl

gently, but firmly

rom a short distance. Her voice was clear and carried. "You're r

mile spread ac

g. "But the groom," she said, each word a per

low, turned, and walked away, lea