"Your 'mate'?" he chuckled, seemingly dismissive of my words, as if I'd just shared an absurd notion. "Listen, I can't possibly have someone like you by my side. Do you honestly believe you're good enough for me? You're insignificant. Look at Bella – she's the one who fits my ideals! There's no comparison between us," he spat, his harsh words breaking my heart into a million pieces. I took a step back, struggling to contain my tears. Summoning all my courage, I replied, "Noah, you can't speak to me like that. I belong to you, not Bella. Bella may be yours, but I am, Noah! Please understand." A single tear escaped, unnoticed, as the reality of his rejection for Bella sank in. "Noah..." My voice trembled, unable to find the right words. "I don't care what the moon goddess says. I've fallen for this girl, and I want her. She possesses everything I desire in a partner – she's stunning, meets my expectations, and we've been together for so long," he exclaimed, cutting me off. "Noah, we..." Before I could finish, he grabbed my neck, drawing attention to our confrontation. "Never dare to interfere in our relationship. I reject you as my mate, and now you're free to pursue your own path with anyone else!"
