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“How long have you known?” Dylan’s voice was hoarse as I took in his appearance.

His words made me stiffen.

“Lexia, tell me why you never told me before?” Dylan grunted.

I sighed and looked at Dylan cruelly. “It doesn’t matter,” I snapped.

“It matters.” Dylan retorted.

Dylan had felt the mate pull toward me. Before his turn, he never felt it. But I knew he was my destined mate, as I had turned two years ago and felt the mate pull. But he only felt it now, after he turned eighteen. Since this was the first time he was seeing me after his turn, he had sensed me as his mate. It was disgusting. He was four years younger than me.

Of course Dylan was right. It did matter. But what would happen to him if my father ever found out that I was the fated mate of an alpha’s younger brother who would probably only ever become a gamma in his pack? My father wanted an alpha for me…

I’d known he was my mate. But even now as he stood before me, I didn’t feel any attraction to him. He was too young for me.

Dylan shot me a scathing glare before he walked over and picked up the champagne Aiden left.

“I need a fucking drink,” he muttered.

I looked at him startled. “You really shouldn’t be—” I started.

“Fuck it, I don’t care if I am underage. I need it.” Dylan snapped.

He downed the entire thing in one defiant gulp.

Rose’s POV

Outside, I stood with Aiden for pictures as we cut a three-tiered cake with white buttercream frosting.

The photographer was making us pose every which way, asking me to smile but I really couldn’t. Even more than fury, I’d felt an overwhelming sense of despair when I’d seen Aiden standing there alone with Lexia.

Just as Aiden retracted his hands from my hips after posing for another picture, we heard a shrill scream from inside the event center. It was Lexia. She was screaming for help. Instantly, Aiden and I sprang into action, running towards Lexia's voice. I held the skirt of my dress in one hand as I struggled to keep up with Aiden.

When I reached the very spot Aiden had stood earlier, I saw Aiden crouching next to Dylan who was writhing on the ground in pain, clutching his stomach. Lexia sat across from Aiden, on Dylan’s other side. She was crying and trying to speak at the same time.

“We…we were…talking...he…!” She was hiccup-ping and crying, clearly overwhelmed by what had just happened.

Dylan suddenly vomited.

I rushed to get Dr. Danvers. Clearly something was wrong, and I thanked my lucky stars the kind doctor was in attendance.

Chapter 34

"My name is no longer a name, it is a call. And love is no longer love — love is you.” ? Lang Leav, Lullabies

Rose's POV

“The glass of champagne was poisoned.” Dr. Danvers’ words hit hard, echoing through his office like a gunshot.

I sat frozen across from him, Josie and Aiden on either side of me, all three of us stunned by what we were hearing. The wedding reception had come to a screeching halt after the chaos, and now we were here, still in our formal wear. Josie’s face was streaked with mascara from crying, and the tension in the room was suffocating. Everything felt like too much. First Tanya getsclaimed by some future alpha from a pack in England, and now… someone tried to poison Dylan?

“That was my glass,” Aiden said suddenly, his voice steady but low. “I didn’t touch it. I… got caught up in a discussion.” His eyes flicked briefly toward me before turning back to Dr. Danvers. “Then Rose came to get me and I left it there. He must have been around and tried to sneak a drink when no one was watching.” He let out a heavy sigh.

Dr. Danvers looked grim. “His body is metabolizing it differently than expected, likely because of the medication we’ve been giving him to suppress his alpha instincts. There was polonium in the drink. It’s a slow killer. If you had taken it, we wouldn’t have been able to trace it back to today. Alphas metabolize polonium differently. Dylan threw a wrench in the plan. You wouldn’t have known something was wrong for a year, and by the time symptoms showed, it would’ve been too late. You would have died.”

A sick chill spread through me. My throat felt raw when I finally spoke. “Is there hope for Dylan since we caught it early?”

My voice cracked, but I had to ask. Josie looked like she was about to fall apart, and Aiden had gone pale. Someone had to hold it together, even if I was barely managing.