The Rejected Luna Queen novel Chapter 138

Aurora's POV

"How do you feel about your big day coming up soon?" My mother asked as she drew close to me.

"Well, I'm excited," I replied, with a smile on my face. "I can't wait to finally be joined together with Alpha Bane in marriage. It's a dream come true for me, mother."

She wrapped her hands around me in a hug and then kissed me on the forehead. "You deserve it, my child," she voiced. "You deserve to be happy and I'm certain that with Alpha Bane, you'll get all the happiness that you should. He's a good man; the perfect man for you."

I nodded my head in agreement as my mind flashed back to all that we had been through. I remembered all of our struggles and disagreements in the past. All the hurdles that we had to scale through were now a thing of the past. It was almost time to tie the knot. Who would have thought, based on how we began?

It was either Alpha Bane or no one else. He was the only man that I could get myself to love that much. Despite all that I went through all because of him, I still loved him beyond comprehension. He was my everything.

Just then we heard a knock on the door. "It must be the stylist," said my mother to me. "Come in."

She was right. The Royal stylist walked into the fitting room with a bag and a few maids behind her. I watched them walk in as she dropped the bag on the table and began to take out the clothes from it.

"You like this one?" She asked, handing one over to me.

I took a cursory glance at it and already knew that it wasn't good for me. I shook my head and handed it back to her while she gave me another to check out.

After looking at about seven dresses, I still couldn't find one that I loved. They all looked so cliche and I wanted something spectacular. I wasn't going to settle for anything less than that.

"You still haven't seen any dress that you like?" My mother asked me.

"No, mother," I said, shaking my head. "I need something much better than these."

The stylist began to reach deeper into the bag to find something that I might like. "It should look different from the other ones that you've already shown me," I instructed. I was tired of having to reject the clothes that she was bringing forward.

Something else bothered me. I was feeling so weird and I couldn't explain it one bit. It seemed like the room was slightly turning around in my head and I needed to maintain my balance somehow. It was only the second time that I felt that way in a few days but I always brushed it aside.

"What about this?" My mother asked, picking out a long, beautiful white dress that immediately caught my attention. "Do you like this one?"

I took it from her hand and looked at it keenly, turning it around to get a good view of the entire part of the dress. Everything about it looked so perfect; just like I wanted my dress to be.

"I like this one, mom. It's so beautiful. You sure do know exactly what I like, mother," I remarked, thankful that she was able to help me pick out a dress.

My eyes glazed over the dress one more time and then I suddenly began to feel very dizzy. I stepped back a little, struggling to keep my balance.