Evangeline
It is the following night, and I have just gotten dressed in a pale pink satin off-shoulder dress that Zedkiel picked out for me. I was surprised at his choice, considering he preferred dark colours, but I didn’t argue. When he puts on grey pants and a white shirt, I think we match perfectly.
The wedding is being held in the manor gardens. I don’t know how I feel about going back to the Welhaven Manor.
We still haven’t decided on the two questions to ask the Oracle. We just need to think very carefully before we do.
Zedkiel and I are sitting in the back of a sleek black car, and with every passing minute, my nervousness is growing. The King and Queen are also attending the celebration. I am a little surprised that not all the royals are, but after all, their importance is far greater. But having the King and Queen come is probably a great honour in itself. It just reminds me that the Lycans are far above the rest of the alphas, just as Zedkiel is above Sinclair.
Much to my surprise, as we enter pack grounds, it no longer feels like home, but I guess that is because this isn’t my home anymore.
How life has changed so fast…
“Upset?" he asks coldly. I turn to him and shake my head.
“No… it just doesn’t feel like home anymore,” I say honestly.
His frown softens, and he looks me over, “It shouldn’t. You’re my woman now. My pack is yours, not this place.”
I nod slowly, and he places his hand on my thigh, his thumb rubbing my leg softly. I bite my lip, feeling the tingles of his touch make pleasure ripple through me.
There are only two nights until the tournament. Zedkiel hasn’t said anything to me regarding consummating our marriage, and I don’t think he will. It is almost as if he’s waiting for me to take the initiative, but if we don’t, then won’t we be excluded?
I come out of my thoughts when the car comes to a stop, and the door is opened for Zedkiel. He gets out first, and I follow, gracefully slipping my legs out first before I stand up. His arm instantly wraps around my waist. His grip is tight, and he pulls me firmly to his side. I bite my lip as we make our way through to the garden.
There’s a modest number of guests, but I feel several eyes on us. The moment we enter, a silence falls, and I can feel it, the wave of fear that seems to exude from them all.
“Alpha Prince Zedkiel, what a pleasant surprise,” Alpha Aeron says as he comes over. His gaze flickers to me for a moment, and I see a glimmer of sadness in those eyes.
Zedkiel holds up the invitation card. “Not really, when we were specifically sent an invitation, and the sender tells the messenger to hand it to my Luna, who you haven’t even greeted,” he says coldly, tossing it at Alpha Aeron, who catches it before bowing his head to me.
“Ah… I do apologise, and of course I’m going to welcome Evangeline," Alpha Aeron says as he turns to me and smiles gently. “Welcome, Evangeline-”
“Luna Evangeline, or Princess Evangeline to you, Alpha,” Zedkiel counters. “You may not have treated my woman that well when she was a part of this pack, but that changes now,” he says coldly, signalling the end of the conversation as he pulls me away from Alpha Aeron, who has a look of sadness and guilt in his eyes.
“That isn’t true,” I softly whisper.
“Hmm?” Zedkiel asks, frowning down at me.
I look around as the song that is playing comes to an end, and I wait for the next one to start as I lead Zedkiel to the far side of the garden. “I mean, Alpha Aeron didn’t really treat me badly. I was an orphan omega, but they educated me and treated me like one of their family members-”
“Yet they gave you to me to save their own pup. Are you really defending a family who knew that no woman survives me?" he asks coldly, his eyes blazing red.
My stomach twists and I realise the truth in his words, and yes, it does hurt… I look down, not knowing what to say. Who am I defending?He places two fingers under my chin, forcing my head up.
“You’re my woman now. Do not lower your head to anyone,” he growls. “Chin up, Little Mouse.”
My heart skips a beat, and I nod just as the music plays, and I turn to see the couple enter. Sinclair is in a navy suit and Celia is in an ivory dress, a smug smirk on her face, but I feel nothing. It’s strange, but I don’t care.
Zedkiel’s arm wraps around my waist possessively as he pulls me against him. I don’t fight him, placing my hand on his abs as I feel every part of him pressed against me, and I try not to blush because of a certain part. I look up at him only to find his attention is preoccupied with my breasts that are spilling out of my dress.
I try not to blush, thinking there was a time I’d never wear something like this. I feel an intense gaze on me, and I turn to see Sinclair watching me. I can see his anger and jealousy, and I really don’t know why. He’s the one marrying someone else today. I don’t like Celia, but I kind of pity her. At least my husband only has eyes for me…
I feel a wave of clarity wash over me at my thoughts, and I look up at Zedkiel again. He’s looking at Sinclair, too. His face is emotionless, but I can see the cold, dangerous, challenging glint in his eyes.
“We should take our seats for the vows,” I say quietly, drawing his attention away from Sinclair.
Zedkiel nods, and we make our way to some seats beside the King and Queen.
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