Chapter Five – Rejected
Rihanna's POV
Prince Chris was my mate. Just as I had always dreamed. He was my mate. Lana, my wolf, stopped jumping when she saw the confused look on his face turn to sadness.
Didn't he want us? How could he be sad to see us? Lana slumped back inside as I walked toward Prince Chris.
"We are mates." It wasn't a question—it was clear we were. I may have bad sight, but my sense of smell is sharp.
I studied his expression. No, this wasn't the look of a man who had just found his mate. He looked hurt but offended. I felt offended as well.
"You're not happy we are mates. Why?" I asked him. He didn't look up at my eyes.
Someone cleared their throat behind us, and I looked to see the Alpha King towering over me. He was dressed in a black suit.
