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The worst-case scenario was supposed to be a rejection of her feelings, which she would know to be a lie. Rebekah would see the denial for what it was, and understand that their current situation in New Orleans would have to be fixed before it was safe to pursue what they want. The best-case scenario– in her imagination– was them driving away together in her 1982 Alfa Romeo Spider Veloce with the top down, accepting their eternal life on the run from her brother but never, ever withholding their true feelings from each other again. What she didn’t expect was the other option that Niklaus kept under wraps until the time was right for him, and devastating for her. 

An arranged marriage. The woman Rebekah had intended to finally confess her feelings for would be known as Hayley Marshall-Kenner, in order to secure an alliance between the Crescent wolves and Nik’s hybrids. Even without knowing the nature of their relationship, her brother still managed to break her heart another time more than she can bear. Perhaps she will be driving off into the sunset after all, but it will be alone, and she will be more broken than she can let her family or their enemies see. If she doesn’t tear the compound down with her own fangs and nails first. It seems like a far more doable task than packing at the moment. Rebekah stares at her wardrobe, inside of which she knows is a suitcase. She’ll give it a week, at most, so no one becomes suspicious about her timing and the formal, impersonal meeting about marriage that she’d walked in on before she takes her leave from New Orleans for good. When the door opens, Rebekah quickly attempts to make herself look busy by shuffling through her makeup at her vanity. “Shouldn’t you be getting to know your strapping betrothed? Or are you expecting wedding gifts already? You’ll have to send me your registry.”