The Rejected Mate and the Rogue King Novel – “Hurry up!” I heard my mother yell from outside but all my thoughts were surrounded by the man I love the most – my father, but unfortunately, he wouldn’t be able to attend my biggest day and walk me down the aisle like any father would.
Wiping the tears that threatened to roll off my cheek, I walked out of the room with a bright smile on my face. I wish he was here, but he wouldn’t want me to be sad about him being gone forever.
Mother looked at me in awe as I walked down the stairs, and she hugged me tightly before letting go. “You look lovely.” She gave out a smile, but I could see the sadness deep within her eyes. “Dad would have said, never let a single tear ruin the happiness of the entire day.” She let out a laugh as she wiped it away.
“He will be so proud after all, now let’s get you married because he begins to communicate from the heavens.” “That’s impossible!” We both laughed before getting into the car, and we were on the way to the altar. Finally, we arrived at the wedding venue. My heart was racing as I thought about our lovemaking the previous night.
I couldn’t forget how he brought me to this room, carried me to the bed, and stripped me naked, in the most romantic way ever. The way he grabbed my boobs and pressed them tenderly in his hands was so pleasurable. He made love to me with care after I told him that it was my first time.
The memory of the romantic night I had spent with Philip was burned into my mind, a treasured moment I knew I would never forget. Even as I stood at the altar, dressed in my wedding gown, I couldn’t stop thinking about how he had made me feel so special, so loved. I remembered the way he had looked at me, the way his hands had felt on my skin and the soft words he had whispered in my ear.
It was a night that had changed everything, and I knew I would never be the same. He had made me feel like the most special person in the world and I was eager to say yes I do on the altar. As I stood at the altar, waiting for him to arrive, I noticed something was off. Philip’s aura was different, his expression solemn and distant. Gone was the romantic smile that I remembered from the night before, replaced by a fierce look.
A shiver ran down my spine as I wondered what could have changed his mood so drastically. Did he regret what had happened between us? Had he only been pretending to care for me the night before? The questions swirled in my head as the priest cleared his throat, bringing me back to the present moment. I took a deep breath, trying to shake off my doubts and focus on the ceremony.