Rejected Luna's Dark Resurrection

Brynlee soon arrived at the bridal boutique, hesitating by the door until I linked my arm with hers like a close friend.

"Brynn, you finally made it! Help me decide which gown the Beta picked out that suits me best. I've nearly given myself a headache trying to choose!"

For a moment, a complicated emotion flickered in her eyes, but she quickly resumed her usual friendly manner.

"Wow, each one is so gorgeous. You're definitely ascending in rank this time," she exclaimed, exaggerating her praise while examining the ornate details of each Victorian-style dress, her eyes betraying a hint of envy.

I didn't reply but instead turned to find the Beta.

"Beta Benicio, I think the dress Brynn's holding is the best. How about we go with that one?"

He heard me but seemed momentarily caught off guard, his brow furrowing slightly before he recovered with a tender smile.

"Sure, love, I trust your choice. But what is Brynlee doing here?"

I gave him a knowing smile, a hint of mischief in my eyes.

"Oh, I asked Brynn to help me pick out the dress. She's my best friend, and it's only right she's involved in such an important decision."

The Beta looked a bit surprised but quickly nodded with his usual charming manner.

"Of course, it's better with her here. Now, you continue picking out dresses, and I'll get us some coffee."

I watched him leave and then turned to Brynlee. Her expression remained strained despite her efforts to maintain a smile. I chuckled inwardly, knowing the real show was just starting.

After waiting a moment, I pretended to recall something and said, "Oh dear, I forgot to confirm the makeup with the stylist. Please excuse me for a moment."

With that, I exited the fitting room. Once a certain distance away, I checked the footage from the small camera I had planted in the fitting room earlier.

Brynlee was sitting on the couch, clutching her chest tightly, her eyes wide as she stared at the Beta, who had returned.

Her gaze was questioning: "Beta Benicio, have you changed your mind?"

The Beta smiled tenderly, pulling her gently into his arms and calming her with a soft voice:

"Brynn, I've not changed a thing. You're the one I love. Everything I do is for our future together!"

Brynlee looked at him, bewildered. "Our future?"

The Beta smugly revealed his plan to Brynlee.

"Tomorrow night's mating ceremony guests are all my business partners from Amazon. They have certain... unusual interests. If I hand Martha over to them, they'll agree to the deal. The profits will be ours."

Upon hearing the Beta's plan, Brynlee relaxed instantly, leaning against him coyly. "Then, Benny, don't touch that woman, or I'll walk away."

"When we get married, I want a luxurious gown and the villa in the Skyview neighborhood."

The Beta playfully tapped Brynlee's nose, indulging her whims. "Of course, it'll all be yours!"

With that, the Beta pulled Brynlee close, and they shared a passionate kiss.

I stood coldly in front of the screen, watching it all unfold with indifference. The pain and despair from my past life had stripped away any illusions about these two.

When their fervor seemed about to get out of hand, I deliberately amplified my footsteps and returned to the fitting room door.

Inside, they hastily separated, their clothes rumpled, lipstick smeared, the air heavy with awkward tension.

I walked leisurely back into the fitting room, stood in front of the mirror, and fixed my makeup, as if nothing had happened.