The Alpha King's Mistress Chapter 35: The Fiancée

My words trailed off as I saw Nicholas’s gaze turned away from me and in front of him. Then his face lit up, and a smile effortlessly formed on his lips in response to the voice.

*Smile. He smiled.*

It was my first time seeing him smile.

The cheers and giggles of the pack members reverberated behind me like there was some celebrity that came to the pack. Curious, I turned my attention to the gate. I saw a woman, her beauty captivating with her blonde hair and electric blue eyes, smiling brightly and running in Nicholas's direction. The woman has gentle and soft features. Her face was round with a delicate jawline, adorned by full, rosy cheeks.

I watch like they are in slow motion as the woman gets closer to Nicholas. Like I am watching a movie. My heart grew heavy with every passing second for an unknown reason. The cheers and laughter around me faded into the background as I stood there. Watching a woman run towards Nicholas.

As soon as the woman was close, she spread her arms and hugged Nicholas. I watched the heartbreaking scenario unfold before me. My heart shattered into a million pieces as I heard him chuckle, a genuine happiness crossing his features. The sight of his protective arms around her waist sent a wave of devastation through me. The same hands who held me last night.

“Sam,” he uttered softly, a tenderness in his voice I'd never experienced from him.

“I miss you so much!” the woman exclaimed.

My heart sank further as she pulled away and sealed the moment with a kiss.

She fcking kisses him.

Witnessing their intimate moment left me feeling numb all of a sudden. And I stood there, feeling utterly defeated. My heart felt like it was being crushed as Nicholas responded to the woman's kiss. The pain of witnessing it became unbearable, and I couldn't bear to see any more.

Leave, leave already Florence!’

Turning away, I averted my gaze. The scene before me was too painful, too raw. But before I knew it, Layla pulled me away from the gut-wrenching sight.

"Let's go," I whispered weakly to Layla, my voice heavy with a need to escape. Layla, though reluctant, agreed to leave with me, and we started to move away.

However, our steps halted when the woman called out Layla's name and embraced her in a hug.

"Hey, Layla! I miss you!" the woman called out, her voice filled with warmth.

Layla, taken aback but polite, reciprocated the hug. She has a forced smile on her face. I stood there, waiting awkwardly with my jaw clenched. The woman's gaze shifted towards me with a polite smile on her face. She was beautiful and my complete opposite with her soft features.

I didn't smile, not having the energy to fake any emotion at the time. I wanted to hurt her actually, for daring to touch what's mine. But I don't have the right to do that either. I don't have any right to Nicholas.

"Hi, I'm sorry, but are you new here?" Her eyes sparkled with kindness, her smile bright.

Her kindness and warmth made me uncomfortable. I think that cements that I am a bad person because who gets uncomfortable in the warmth someone is showing? I looked at her, thinking what to say. But my mind had gone blank. I don't even know what I am in this pack.

“She is—” Layla began.

"She is my current Mistress," Nicholas declared, his words slicing through the air with a callousness that sent a shiver down my spine. The unexpected introduction froze me in place. Stunned and at a loss for words, I stood there in a bewildered silence, the murmurs of the crowd buzzing around me.

“Oh she is the new mistress”

“A rude whore”

“Looks like she has no manners, not curtsying to Samantha when she is not a Lycan”

It was a few of the sentiments I heard from the crowd making me ball my hand into fist. During the commotion, the woman extended her hand towards me.

"Hi, I'm Samantha, I am Nicholas’s fiancée," she said cheerfully, “Welcome to the pack”

The weight of her words sent shockwaves through my already shattered heart. Stunned and frozen in place, I stared blankly at Samantha's extended hand, unable to bring myself to reciprocate the gesture.

Did I hear it right? She was his what? Fiancée? You have to be kidding me. Bullshit!

Silence stretched among us until a voice from the crowd broke through, criticizing my apparent rudeness for not accepting Samantha's offered hand.

"Wow, she is rude. That was the Alpha king’s fiance, the future Luna Queen" someone muttered from the crowd.

The judgmental remark added to the pressure weighing down on me. Despite the expectations of the crowd, I remained locked in place. I can seem to move my muscles. Biting my lips so hard that I could feel my blood on them, I extended my hand, about to take the woman’s hand but Nicholas swiftly seized her hand. I watch in torture as their hands intertwine naturally. Like an instinct.

“Let's go. This is nonsense” he said, glancing at me with coldness in his eyes.

He pulled her towards his jeep without sparing me even a passing glance. The abruptness of his actions left me frozen, the realization of my situation at that moment sinking deeper. I caught a glimpse of Clifford, his expression apologetic as he looked at me. It was funny even because it was my first time seeing him after my failed escape. Back then, I saw he was looking at me like I was a ticking bomb but now, I see pity.

Without a word, he hurried towards another car.

As the commotion quieted, the crowd dispersed, their murmurs blending into the background. Among the fading whispers, harsh words pierced through the air like daggers, labeling me like a whore, a slut, and a golddigger.

My lips trembled, holding back tears threatening to spill. The overwhelming emotions and the painful words echoing in my mind made it hard to breathe, but I still forced myself to run towards Layla's car. Slamming the door shut behind me, I tried to contain the flood of tears, feeling utterly defeated and broken. As Layla entered the car, I was already consumed by tears, my chest heavy with an unbearable weight, feeling as though I couldn't breathe.

“Please, just please, take me away from here” I pleaded.

The suffocating emotions drove me to repeatedly hit my chest in a desperate attempt to alleviate the overwhelming pain and tightness gripping my heart. I shakily opened the window, trying to breathe.

The car began to move, moving away from the pack center. Tears continued to stream down my cheeks. I am crying for myself and for my wolf who retreated at the back of my mind, howling in pain.

I heard Layla, sniffing as she drove. She was crying for me. And the thought made me even more broken.

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