RAELYNN'S POINT OF VIEW
I've never felt so miserable and wronged in my entire life. This would have been an entirely different case if it wasn't him. But it was.
I had a wild night of oblivion with the only man I've ever loved— when all he felt for me was disgust and hatred. To make it all worse, it was the same night after he'd claimed my sister to be his fated mate and after I'd tried blindly to convince him out of the bond he practically felt.
This would have been different if I left a good first impression but I didn't. Lucas hated me. Accidentally ending up in his bed only made him hate me more even though it wasn't my fault.
Am I hurt that he claimed Diana? Yes!
But am I despicable enough to wriggle my way into his bed because he didn't choose me? No! I'm not.
I wasn't that kind of person but there was no way to let Lucas know that except I do well to keep that humiliating night to myself.
What my sister doesn't know wouldn't hurt her, right?
But what I know was definitely bound to hurt me. And the fact remains that I knew that last night didn't go as planned, not just by coincidence. It was suspicious because it wasn't my first time drinking. I've drank twice the number of bottles I had at that clubhouse a few times before and I've never once felt lightheaded enough to be desperate for a man's touch. There was only one explanation for what could have gone wrong and it was the fact that my drink was spiked.
But by who? And why? What was their intention?
Lucas also mentioned being drugged but he thinks I did it without knowing I was also a victim as well.
Would anyone be daring enough to spike the Alpha prince's drink? And why?
The questions clouded every sense of reasoning I had as more questions surfaced.
Was my ending up in the Alpha prince's room also not a coincidence but also a planned incident by that waiter I asked for help at the hallway?
Why would anyone want to do that anyway? Why?!
There was only one way to find out and that was to ask everyone I remembered seeing last night.
I made a stop at the same spot I sat to drink last night and when I met a different face, I just thought, since he worked the night shift, it was normal for someone else to take over the next morning. So I simply went straight to the point.
"Hi, sorry to bother you but can I meet the guy that was in charge last night?" I asked and the guy frowned.
"The guy?" He asked, looking annoyingly puzzled.
"Yes. The fair looking blonde?" I described but his frown only deepened.
"There was indeed a blonde in charge here last night..." He trailed off and I felt relief seeping into my bones until he completed his sentence. "But she was a lady. A tall blonde lady, Zoey" he added and I blinked rapidly.
"It was a man. He served me and we even talked for a while until I got a bit tipsy..." *'and hornily crazy'* I muttered quickly, hoping he just stopped with the act and told me he was only pulling my legs but he did nothing of such.
"Perhaps you were so drunk that you couldn't even discern the gender of the person who served you a drink?" He added irritably.
"I know what I saw..." I started to say as I watched his eyes travel from me to a space behind me then back to me. I followed his gaze and saw a picture of me with a slightly blurred face, obvious similar dress, similar body build and an entirely ridiculous yet true headline all over the large screens on the wall.
My protests died hard in my throat as the guy's gaze turned judgy and I immediately walked myself out of the clubhouse, away from everyone's judgy glances and whispers of condemnation.
I suddenly became the wolfless omega whore that spent the night with the Alpha prince and everyone already saw what I looked like. There was no point in hiding but I still did anyway. I covered what part of my tear stained face could be covered with my hands as I found my way home.
This entire scene was something I could never get used to. Being openly blamed and mocked for something that wasn't my fault. And the only proof I was supposed to have never even existed in the first place.
"What the hell is the meaning of this, Raelynn!" Diana screamed at me the minute I stepped into the house that was supposed to be a place where someone trusted me and at least tried to listen to my side of the story but the first thing I got was another judgement and screams of accusations from my sister.
"I can explain, Diana. It's not what it looks like, I promise you" I murmured, wiping my tears frantically as I tried to hold her hands but she stepped away, irritation crossing her features, breaking what was left of the hope I had in 'family' and the support it had to give.
I felt like a villainess. The villainess of my sister's life and the villainess of my family's reputation.
"You just couldn't come to terms with the fact that Lucas would not want someone like you that you had to force your way into his bed?" She accused me, her eyes blazing with anger and I tried to deny it. There was the news, but no one knows what really happened behind the closed doors anyway, do they?
"I didn't sleep with Lucas, Diana..."
"You did, you filthy liar! How could you deny the truth when it's staring right at you, Raelynn? I never took you for a whore but as it turns out, it takes desperation to show a closest ally's true colors." she retorted and a frown crossed my features.
How was she so sure I slept with the Alpha prince just because an anonymous headline says so? Why do I feel like there's something more to why she was getting so worked up?
"I'm sure you're so glad now to have gotten your longtime wish" she added and my brows furrowed, my reeling mind faltering.
"What do you mean?"
"A chance to get married to your crush. Isn't that all you've ever wanted? You don't mind if it gets in the way of your sister's happiness as long as your wish is fulfilled, do you?" She added, slamming a wedding invitation in my chest.
I staggered as I bent to pick the fallen paper from the ground only to realize I wasn't hallucinating at all and she wasn't just c0ck-blocking me. It was a wedding invitation and on it was my name and Lucas' name written boldly on it.
I am getting married in two fucking days! And not just to anyone... I would be married to a man that hates my fucking guts.