Desperate to claim me, but I've moved on

Kyla's POV

We stepped into Bella's fashion house. This was the fashion house where my wedding dress was made. I didn't want to be here, but Vincent's side remarks pushed me to come.

We were shown where we would wait for the dress to be brought. They served us tea while Ava and Vincent were conversing excitedly. A few seconds later, Vincent's phone rang, and he left to take his call, leaving Ava and me alone.

Ava turned to face me with her cup still in my grasp.

"Oh dear, I can't imagine how you feel right now. Your fiancé is getting married to me, " she said, feigning an innocent smile.

"I didn't mean to steal him, I tried to talk him out of it, but he insisted. Isn't he the sweetest person ever?" She continued. "Do your kind have a special way of mating? Just asking for tips for our wedding night"

"I know this was what you wanted. You planned this all along, you despicable witch," I spat at her.

She immediately spilled the cup of tea out of her hand and instantly let out a scream. Before I could comprehend what happened, Vincent barged in looking alarmed, and Ava began her waterworks.

"What's going on here? What happened? "He asked as his gaze fell on Ava's scorched hand that was a flaming red.

"Why did you have to do this, I know you despise me, but did you have to?" Ava asked between her sobs.

"Kyla, why?" Vincent asked as he held Ava's hand.

I knew what she did there but I wasnt having it "well I would have help with the pain but we both know I can't right!" I replied my gaze fixed on Vincent

"You know what? I can't deal with you right now. " He said, then faced Ava, "Let's go, love, "

He asked a staff member nearby if they had a dispensary and had them lead the way to treat Ava's hand.

I just let out an exasperated sigh and looked down, tears threatening to escape my eyes. Just then, Ava's wedding dress was brought in.

The stylist who brought the dress asked."Where's Ava?"

"Oh, she stepped out for a while.' I replied.

I glanced at the dress and then looked away, not wanting to look at it any longer, but I quickly spun my head back as I remembered a familiar detail on the dress. Sure enough, when I looked back, Ava's wedding dress, or should I say my wedding dress, was staring back at me.

He gave her my wedding dress. I stood up and walked towards the dress, and with each step I took my anger increased. As I was staring at the dress, Ava walked in. She smirked and walked towards me.

"Oh, I see you've seen my dress," She said, smiling innocently.

"What the hell are you doing with my wedding dress?" I asked with anger, leaving my voice.

"Oops, this is my dress now, Vincent had already paid for it, and please enlighten me. What's the use of having a dress when there's no wedding?" She asked maliciously.

"And look at what we have here. Seems we're twinning rings," She said as her eyes fell on my engagement ring before lifting her hand.

I couldn't believe my eyes. It felt as if a bucket of ice-cold water had been dumped on me. He bought her the same type of ring he used in proposing to me. A ring wore only by our kind.

I didn't know when I pulled the ring out of my finger and dumped it in a nearby bin before I stormed out heartbroken.

I made my way back to the house in a fit of rage.

How dare she?

How dare he?

Why is this happening to me?

These questions ran through my head repeatedly as I packed my bags, I made my way to my friend's home to crash there. I regretted ever crossing paths with both Vincent and Ava.

My parent were right, Vincent only used me to gain power, he knew I was the only child and getting married to me would make him next in line as the Alpha of the Blood Moon pack.

A while later, when I had shed more tears than I could imagine, my phone rang. Vincent's caller ID flashed across the screen. I didn't even have the energy to argue with him, and I didn't want him to disturb me, so I picked up the call.

"Kyla, where are you? What's wrong with you? Why are your things not here? And why is your ring in the trash can?" He rambled immediately. I picked.

"It's over Vincent, have a lovely life with Ava, and please don't contact me again," I said plainly.

"But -" I ended the call before he could talk and switched off my phone.