The Mate She Rejected
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The Mate She Rejected
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Summary
"Do I still look ugly to you, Princess Amira?" he asks, looking down at the woman lying at his feet. Her pale skin is covered in cuts, bruises, and blood, her face is covered in dirt and mud, and her clothes are torn.
A sob escapes her lips at the words she once told him, and she shakes her head in denial, breaking down completely. "Please... please help me, Aslan... I am sorry... I will do anything you say... please... just please... save them... I beg."
Her tears fall on the lustrous marble tiles as the man steps closer, his powerful aura causing her to shiver. Suddenly, he grabs her chin roughly, jerking her face up to meet his gaze, the man she has dreaded facing her entire life. His black eyes seem to consume her soul as he seethes, looking into her teary jade green eyes with indifference.
"I fuc*ing asked you something, do I still look ugly to you?"
Her heart thuds as she scans the face she hasn't seen in the last 7 years, and her answer escapes her lips before she can stop herself. "Y... you are beautiful."
Her eyes widen as his sneer turns into a smug smirk. He releases her chin, stepping back to take out a handkerchief from his pocket and cleaning his hands with it, as if he touched filth. He turns his back on her, ordering in his usual cold, emotionless voice, "Show this filth out of my palace. She has already ruined my Italian tiles with her blood and tears."
Within seconds, the guards start dragging her out, and she feels embarrassed like never before. Her ego takes a harsh blow along with her pride, but she pushes it aside, breaking through the guards and running towards him.
"Aslan, please—"
She crashes into him, grabbing his collar with trembling fingers, attempting one last plea. "We will all die. I beg you, Aslan! Please! Trust me, I am so sorry for what I did to you! I will do anything—"
Her words are cut off by his deadly grip on her wrist, and she holds back a scream as she feels her wrist seconds away from dislocating. Refusing to break their eye contact, she shudders at the intense hatred burning in his eyes.
"I have no interest in dirtying my hands again and again, Princess Amira, so listen carefully. One..."
He tugs on her wrist, causing her to hit his chest. She gasps as their lips are just an inch away.
"I am no longer the sweet, loving, and caring boy who would go to heaven to bring stars for your one fucI g smile," he whispered in her ear, causing her to go still. "I am a demon who would love to rip apart your beautiful body and tainted soul into so many fucing pieces that you can spend the next 7 lives collecting it."
"And second..."
Her wrist was on the verge of breaking when he pushed her back, causing her to fall. Her knee scraped, and she winced, but he stood unbothered, looking down at her as if she were filth.
"Never dare to take my name again. It's King Aslan for you."
And just like that, without another word, he turned around to leave, leaving her sobbing uncontrollably as she repented for the sins she had committed years ago against this man.
The guards dragged her out, but she couldn't take her eyes off his broad back. He was right. He had every right to do this. His hatred was justified. After all, the man walking away from her was once the boy who could tear this world apart for her. But now? He could tear her apart without an ounce of remorse. He was her daydream back then, but now, he was her worst nightmare. He was her solace in the past and now her tormentor. He was the sun in her world, which she eclipsed with her own hands. The mate she destroyed, yet who lived.
He was the King of this world. He was Aslan Grayson. The mate she rejected.
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