I clutch my purse tightly to my chest as I stare at my phone screen, the name Vincent was boldly written as the caller ID. I can't believe he dared to call me after what he was about to do.

I would have ignored but I felt like this was something I had to do, so I bottled all my emotions and swiped left on the phone screen. "Kyla where the fuck are you!" Vincent yelled as soon as I picked up the phone.

"What do you want from me, Vincent?" I asked calmly ignoring his question.

"What are you on about?" he sounded confused "The wedding is about to start and Ava has been waiting for you, she doesn't have anyone in Virginia except you"

I still can't believe he thought I would agree to stand as Ava's family after the betrayal, after all, they had put me through, how gullible does he think I am?

"If you are still worried about the current situation of things, don't worry I will marry you after two years just as promised" he continued but I was fed up with his lies and constant bickering.

"There is no need for that Vincent, I am already married" I replied plainly.

He let out a sarcastic laugh before saying "Don't be ridiculous babe, we've been together for seven years, Plus we are mates, you have my mark on you, there is no one in the world for you than me"

It's funny how he remembered the bond we shared for seven years yet he had abandoned our vows for a mundane girl he had known for just three months.

"The moon goodness has blessed me with a second chance mate, from this moment on I REJECT YOU" Without another word I hung up the call and blocked his number.

I pulled my head backward and closed my eyes as tears threatened to spill, but I didn't want to waste my tears on a man who betrayed my trust and took me for granted.

I pulled myself together, adjusted my dress, and got into the car. "I am ready, let's go," I said to my husband sitting next to me, whom I barely knew.

THREE WEEK EARLIER***

I stood in my room, my phone still clutched in my hand as I gazed out the window. My conversation with my mother still lingered in my mind. "I don't know what you are talking about Mom"

Her confusion was palpable, even over the phone. "Kyla it's not a secret anymore, the whole of the blood moon pack knows Vincent is getting married to some human girl" she stated,

"Come home dear, let mother take your pain way, that's what we do as omegas"

I paused, collecting my thoughts before responding, "I have to go mom, I will talk to you later." I said and ended the call immediately, I was too ashamed to face my family after they warned me years back that this would happen.

But I was blinded by love, I left everything behind including my gift as an omega just because I wanted to be happy but look where it got me.

My reverie was interrupted by the sound of my door opening. Ava walked in with a bright smile plastered on her face. "Kyla, can you please come with me to pick out my wedding dress?" she asked, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

I stared at the woman my fiance was getting married to, my eyebrow raised and my tone icy. "Do you not know how to knock before entering someone else's room?"

Ava's expression faltered, and she looked at me with feigned hurt. "I was just too excited, you don't have to be rude"

So she truly was overjoyed, I laughed coldly to myself. What a fraud, feigning innocence.

Vincent appeared behind Ava, his voice low and smooth. "You're about to become the mistress of this house. You can do as you please." Ava flushed with embarrassment, but Vincent's words only served to fuel my anger.

As I watched them leave, I felt a pang of sadness. Just three months ago, I was the one planning a wedding with Vincent. We met in college, shortly after then we discovered we were mates and since then our love has been all-consuming.

But my family never accepted him, according to them he was holding me back from reaching my full potential as an omega because all the women in my family are omegas. And as the only child to the Alpha of the blood moon pack everyone excepted me to marry well, because my husband would become the next Alpha.

I defied my family and stayed in Virginia after graduation, all for him even though they had threatened to cut me off.

I used my connections to help him start up a business. Two years later, he became a multimillionaire, and he finally proposed and promised me a grand wedding. At the time, I thought we were set to grow old together.

But then Ava appeared, and I realized how foolish I had been to silently sacrifice everything.

Kyla's POV

I run a charity program where I heal people who couldn't afford their hospital bills due to financial reasons, that's the only way I could stay in touch with my gift as an omega and Ava was one of the people I had anonymously helped.

Somehow, she had found out my address and came to Virginia after graduating. Crying, she told me her family was going through some financial issues, she needed a job and a place to stay for a while.

That wasn't my specialty but Vincent, seeing her pitiful state, not only let her stay but also arranged an internship for her at his company. At first, he complained often about her.

"She is clumsy, she can't even do a simple job right. Are humans always like this?" he would complain bitterly "If it weren't for you, I wouldn't bother with her."

With time, I noticed him growing more and more attached to her, he drove her to and from work, let her nap in his office, and even went out of his way to smooth over her workplace relationships.

But I wasn't worried because she was a mundane, human, and werewolves are like oil and water, we don't mix. We perceive their kind as weak, "there is no way he was interested in her," I would say to myself anytime he does something sweet for her.

Ava has this innocent and naive look that makes you want to help her, I guess it's common in humans, they all look fragile.

But when a friend of mine traveled out of the country and told me to rent out her flat, I thought it would be a good opportunity for Ava to move in so me and Vincent could have a sought of privacy.

I stood in the doorway, Ava's tears streamed down her face as she clung to me, begging not to be kicked out. I was taken aback by her reaction, having only suggested that she move into my friend's vacant flat nearby.

"I am not kicking you out..." Before I could calm her down, Vincent stormed into the house, his eyes blazing with anger as he positioned himself in front of Ava.

"Kayla, I can't believe you would do this, Ava has been nothing but kind to you" he snapped, his tone accusatory.

I felt a surge of frustration at his misconception, but before I could explain, he turned to Ava and cooed, "Don't worry, Ava. This is my house. No one has the right to kick you out, not even Kyla"

I took a deep breath and tried to reason with him. "It's not what you think Vincent, there is a misunderstanding. I just think it would be more convenient for Ava to have her own space. My friend's flat is nearby, and she'd be more comfortable living on her own."

"Besides we are getting married soon, and she can't stay with us forever"

But Vincent refused to listen, instead, he accused me of being narrow-minded and jealous. "Ava is still trying to figure her way in Virginia a city full of werewolves, how am I sure she would be safe in your friend's apartment"

His expression turned condescending, and he sneered, "Or is it that you're jealous of Ava? Afraid she'll take your place in my life?"

"Jealous of a mundane" I let out a laugh full of mockery, "You sound ridiculous Vincent"

"Why? You don't think I can leave you for her?" he replied, his voice begging me to dare him.

I stared at him, stunned, barely able to believe the words coming out of his mouth. This was the same man who once swore he'd love only me for the rest of his life. Suddenly, he felt like a stranger, one I didn't recognize and was terrified to confront.

The tension between us was palpable, and our relationship devolved into a cold war. He moved into the study and I slept in the bedroom. The distance between us grows with each passing day.

Kyla's POV

Two weeks later, Vincent and I still hadn't resolved our argument. Vincent didn't speak to me, and neither had I. Ava stopped coming to me for help. Anything she needed, she'd ask Vincent, which wasn't how things were before.

In the past, our arguments never lasted for half a day. Whenever Vincent and I had problems, he'd be the one to try and fix them and apologize. However, this time was different and extremely frustrating. He acted so nonchalantly as if nothing had happened.

One morning, I came out of the room to go and get myself some water to drink when I saw Vincent coming out of Ava's bedroom.

I tilted my head at him and crossed my hands across my torso, demanding an explanation.

"Ava had a fever last night, and I didn't want to trouble you, so I took care of her myself," he explained nonchalantly.

My blood boiled with rage.

"Oh really, why didn't you inform me, I am a healer Vincent" I asked, trying as much as possible to reign my anger.

"What are you talking about, I just told you I didn't want to bother you, plus your healing ability sucks," he said, sounding frustrated.

"You didn't know my healing ability sucks when I have been taking your pain away for the past seven years?" I said, raising my voice.

"Can you hear yourself? I did nothing wrong, I just helped someone who was sick, and you're getting upset about it. Why are you being so paranoid?" He said in disbelief.

I was dumbfounded. Is it true? Am I being paranoid over something so trivial? Does my healing ability sucks? Vincent just walked away and left me standing there.

Last weekend, neither Ava nor Vincent returned home from work, which left me worried. I opted to call his office and ask if they had any idea where they were.

The office informed her that Ava and Vincent had gone to Ava's hometown immediately after work because Ava received news about her mother being ill.

I was burning with rage. Why would Vincent not tell me about this? But I was also worried about Ava's mother and her condition. Two days passed, and none of them replied to my messages, took my calls, or returned them.

On the third night, I walked home to meet the most dreadful sight. Vincent was holding a crying Ava in his arms and stroking her hair gently.

Ava was sobbing into his chest as she said, "Vincent, what do I do? How do I fulfill my mother's dying wish, she is all I have"

"I will help you Ava, I'll marry you if need be," He said, stroking her hair as he placed a kiss on top of her head. They pulled apart a few seconds later and saw me standing at the doorway, dumbfounded.

Vincent walked up to me and pulled me away. Once we had reached the bedroom, he closed the door and turned to look at me.

I snatched my hand away from his and asked. "What the hell was that?" I spat, anger laced in my voice.

Vincent pinched the bridge of his nose and sealed his eyes shut while tilting his head. After a few seconds, he looked me in the eyes and said.

"I'm marrying Ava."

"What?!" I asked him, narrowing my eyes.

"Her mother's sick, and this was her last wish to see her daughter married." He said.

"What is wrong with her mother? Can I see her?" I asked because i was still confused.

"Kayla please...we both know you can't heal her" Vincent cut in immediately, stating that it wasn't an option.

"And so what? You have to be the one who does the good deed?" I asked with spite laced in my voice.

"Her family already thought I was her fiancé, and I wanted to help," he said softly.

"Oh, really, then what is going to happen to me? What is going to happen to us?" I retorted with tears already welling in my eyes.

Vincent took a step closer to me, and I stepped backward, moving away from him.

"Don't touch me," I warned.

"Kyla, please, you're the only one my heart belongs to, I promise I'll marry you after two years. You've waited this long. Two years shouldn't be anything compared to the seven years you've waited, right?" he said, looking at me with hopeful eyes.

"No...no you can't do this to me" I shook my head, my tears threatening to escape.

"I'm marrying Ava, and that's final," he concluded.