His Unwanted Mate Novel – “Thea!” Jake stormed into the backstage area just as I had finished putting on my treasured wedding dress, one I had kept for ten years. I hadn’t even had the chance to stand in front of the mirror to admire it when the door to the dressing room was kicked open by a young man who looked strikingly like me.
“Thea! Are you out of your mind? I’ve warned you so many times, yet you still insisted on holding this ridiculous mating ceremony!” He continued. “You knew Freya had feelings for Lucien! Are you doing this on purpose to make her sad? Do you have any idea how sad she’s been at home crying?” He shouted at me angrily, not noticing that my expression had shifted from surprise to one of despair. So it’s still about Freya… I felt at a loss, the extravagant and heavy wedding dress restricting my movement, constantly reminding me that today was not the day for arguments.
I sighed deeply. I didn’t retort to Jake like I normally would. Instead, I looked up at him with unusual calmness and said, “Jake, can we not argue today? At least not today… It’s the day I become Luna, and I just want to enjoy it.” Jake’s face grew even darker. He sneered and took two steps closer. “Thea, can you stop being so selfish? It’s just a mating ceremony.
Does it really matter more than Freya’s feelings?” “She’s been nothing but understanding, forcing herself to smile and congratulate you even though it’s killing her inside! All she asked for was that the ceremony not be so grand! Just a meal with our families would’ve been fine! Why do you have to be so stubborn?” I was furious at his presumptuous tone, my hands trembling.
So much for not ruining the day that I immediately fired back, “The person who’s going to become Luna is me! What’s wrong with me wanting to have a mating ceremony for myself? So what if Freya’s upset? Why should I have to tiptoe around Freya’s feelings?” “Shut up! Freya is your sister, and it’s your responsibility to take care of her, to be understanding with her!” A wave of dizziness washed over me. Almost shouting, I snapped, “Sister? She’s your sister, not mine! My mother only had one daughter!” “I said shut up!” The cold red wine spilled down my hair, staining my pristine white wedding dress.
For a moment, both Jake and I froze. It seemed like Jake had finally regained his senses. His hand holding the wine glass trembled as he hurriedly grabbed a tissue, trying to wipe my face, but I dodged it. Like a ghost, I stared down at the dark red stain spreading across my chest, too numb to speak. Drops of wine continued to fall from my hair. Jake probably thought it was too embarrassing and forcefully pressed the tissue to my forehead.
“Ha—Jake, why bother?” “I’ve already said not to have the mating ceremony. But she had to drag my parents into this and make me come, causing Freya to cry like this. Isn’t it good for her to learn her lesson?” Lucien, leaning against the door, with a cold smirk on his face, spoke up, breaking the silence. I suddenly noticed that he wasn’t even wearing the groom’s suit. Instead, he had on a white base jacket with a crooked, painted bear on his chest. That was Freya’s birthday gift for him last year.