Rejected by the Mate Who Chose Another

After the rejection, I thought Wilson Hamilton wouldn’t think of me again for a while.

But the very next day, I received an invitation from the Lycan Prince’s estate. Gia Fernandez had asked me to accompany her to shop for items for their mark ceremony.

She claimed she didn’t have many friends in the city besides me.

But I knew better. This was her way of flaunting her victory, taunting me.

I had no intention of humoring her, but the Lycan Prince’s SUV remained parked outside the Silver Moon Pack’s estate, as if refusing to leave until I stepped out.

Not wanting to trouble my parents with another incident involving Wilson, I reluctantly boarded the vehicle.

As I pulled back the curtain, I saw Wilson cradling Gia in his arms, his eyes filled with concern.

“You’re not well,” he murmured, his voice soft but laced with worry. “You should have let the servants handle this. Why insist on coming yourself?”

“And when the healer examined you, you wouldn’t even let me stay. What did they say? What’s wrong with you?”

Gia hesitated, her expression flickering with unease.

“I didn’t want you to worry,” she said, her voice sweet but strained. “The healer couldn’t pinpoint the illness. They just told me to take my medicine regularly.”

Wilson’s brows furrowed, his frustration evident.

“Incompetent fools. After our mark ceremony, I’ll request the Lycan King’s personal healer to examine you.”

I stifled a bitter laugh. Even if the healer told him the truth, I doubted he’d believe it.

And from the way Gia was behaving, it seemed she was eager for Wilson to contract whatever illness she had.

That way, even if he discovered the truth, he’d be bound to her, unable to abandon her.

I took a seat as far from them as possible, unable to stomach their closeness.

The moment Wilson noticed me, his gentle demeanor vanished.

“Amalia Cook,” he snapped, his tone sharp and accusing. “You’ve kept Gia waiting long enough. Do you always have to flaunt your status like this?”

“I warned you not to bully her. Have you already forgotten?”

I twirled a handkerchief in my hand, my response dismissive.

“It’s not my fault she waited. She chose to. And her invitation wasn’t a royal decree. Am I not allowed to decline?”

Wilson seemed taken aback by my sharp tone, clearly not used to my defiance.

Before he could retort, Gia intervened, her voice trembling with feigned vulnerability.

“Amalia,” she said, her eyes brimming with fake tears, “please don’t blame Wilson. He only rejected you to make me happy.”

“He still cares about you. Please, don’t be angry with him.”

“When I’m gone, he’ll make you his Luna in a grand ceremony.”

She coughed weakly, as if to emphasize her frailty.

Wilson immediately turned to her, his concern palpable.

“Are you feeling unwell again?” he asked, his voice urgent.

When she shook her head, he relaxed slightly, then shot me a glare filled with venom.

“Amalia, how can you be so cruel? Gia is trying to extend an olive branch, and you repay her with spite?”

“Get out of this SUV right now.”

I wasn’t fazed by his outburst. Instead, I rolled my eyes at the two of them.

“You’re both insane.”

As I moved to leave, Gia suddenly grabbed my wrist.

“Amalia,” she said, her grip surprisingly firm, “you must attend our mark ceremony the day after tomorrow. Promise me you’ll be there.”