The vows are almost complete, and I think everyone can see Sinclair’s eyes are not on his bride. I don’t know if I should be embarrassed or disgusted. His eyes kept looking at me to the point even Celia noticed. I feel self-conscious, but I have to keep telling myself I am not the one responsible for his actions. Some of those watching, including Celia’s parents, are watching me with disapproval, but no one dares say anything. After all, I am the wife of Zedkiel Vilkas.
“Do you, Sinclair Welhaven, accept Celia Huntington as your mate and Luna?”
Sinclair glances at me, but I refuse to lock eyes with him. I’m sitting composed, with my legs crossed, and I’m turned slightly towards Zedkiel. He has his hand firmly on my thigh.
“I do,” Sinclair says with a bitter smile as he looks at Celia.
“And do you, Celia Huntington, take Sinclair Welhaven as your mate and Alpha?”
“I do,” she says, pursing her lips in a fake smile.
“I pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss your bride.”
Sinclair turns to me just as Zedkiel leans over, his lips grazing my ear.
“If he keeps looking at you, I will tear him to shreds,” he growls quietly. My heart skips a beat, but it isn’t because of his words but his closeness.
From the corner of my eyes, I see Sinclair grab Celia and kiss her hard. Well… they are a couple. I turn to Zedkiel, only to see him watching me, and deep down, I wonder if he’ll really let me go once this tournament is over.
“Come, Zedkiel, Evangeline, let’s go congratulate the couple,” Alpha Ambrose says as he stands up and offers Luna Danciana a hand.
Do we have to?
We walk over to the couple, and everyone moves aside, making a pathway for the royals. Celia’s family is here, and I can see the fear and hatred they have towards Zedkiel. After all, he did kill their daughter.
Zedkiel and I walk alongside the King and Queen, and when we come to a stop in front of the Welhaven couple, I can see neither is happy. Celia is looking at me with barely hidden jealousy. Still, she doesn’t say anything, her eyes flickering with fear when she looks at Zedkiel. As for Sinclair, he is trying to remain composed.
“Congratulations,” Alpha Ambrose says, and the newlyweds bow their heads to him.
Zedkiel tilts his head, a cold smirk on his face.
“Thank you, Supreme Alpha Ambrose,” Sinclair replies.
“Th-thank you,” Celia says, bowing her head again. I never knew she could be so humble, but then again, picking on the weak is easier than showing arrogance to royals.
“Congratulations, Alpha Sinclair, Celia,” I say, smiling gracefully. “You both are perfect for one another.”
Sinclair’s eyes flash whilst Celia’s expression falls. I think they both understood that that wasn’t a compliment.
“Perhaps now, you’ll stop looking at my woman,” Zedkiel says, shocking me at his bluntness.
All eyes turn on us, and I see Alpha Ambrose tense, Grandmother Philomena clearly pales too, and Sinclair looks livid.
“Excuse me?” Sinclair says.
“Stay the fuck out of my woman’s life. You invited us here for what fucking reason? To try to make her jealous? Do you get the hint that she really doesn’t want you?” Zedkiel says, making my heart thunder in shock, knowing that everyone is listening.
“Fear and want are two different things, Alpha Zedkiel,” Sinclair says. “She fears you, and that is why she won’t speak.”
I frown. No, he isn’t going to belittle me. Not again…
“Think what you want, pup, just admit you weren’t man enough to make a fucking move," Zedkiel sneers.
Before Sinclair can reply, I speak up.
“Actually, you’re wrong, Alpha Sinclair. Zedkiel has never forced me to do anything I haven’t wanted, and this marriage was an option. No one forced me. I realise now he’s the only one who actually had faith in me and saw me as more than just the omega I once was,” I say quietly before I turn to Celia. “You can keep him. I just hope his wandering eye doesn’t continue because if I were you, I’d take it as an insult.”
I don’t know where this courage is coming from, but I am done. I turn to Zedkiel, who is watching me with a glimmer of amusement in his eyes.
“Come, Zed… I think it’s not fair to the bride if we stay when her husband has openly insulted her in front of an entire audience,” I say softly, knowing many can still hear me. Zedkiel nods slowly.
“Excuse us,” Zedkiel says, his arm snaking around my waist as he leads the way down the aisle. I don’t know what to think, my heart still thumping from my small spurt of courage.
The moment we are out of that marquee, Zedkiel spins me around and yanks me into his arms, his own back hitting the wall of the manor. I gasp as I stare up at him, my eyes widening, and I would have fallen if he wasn’t holding me. “That was actually incredibly fucking hot,” he growls huskily, making my pussy clench, his hand squeezing my ass.
I stare into those gold eyes of his, my heart pounding, and I know this is my chance…
“I’m glad you think so,” I say bravely, feeling my cheeks burn. “So… shall we…”
I can feel my cheeks feeling incredibly hot, and I’m unable to continue my sentence.
Zedkiel cocks a brow as he looks down at me.
“Shall we…” he pushes huskily, but the way he presses me against him, his manhood throbbing against my stomach, I know he knows exactly what I mean.
I pout slightly, feeling so mortified. “You know exactly what I mean,” I mumble.
A cold half smile crosses his face, and his hand wraps around my throat as he tilts his head.
“Oh, I do… and I think tonight is perfect, because after I’m done with you, you’ll need the full day tomorrow to recover." He doesn’t give me time to reply as his lips press against mine in a deep, sizzling kiss; one that I find myself reciprocating.
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Chapter 45
I smirk internally as we somehow make it to my apartment in town. It’s closer, and I don’t think I would have made it to the castle. It had taken my all not to rip that dress off her in the car and fuck her right there.
I fucking want her, but at the same time, I know how this goes… the bloodshed when my Lycan takes over. Unlike my siblings, mine has never spoken to me. I just feel his rage and anger that always seems to bubble within me. I’m not sure if it’s because I’m not pure-blood like them but part vampire instead… but his anger is something I can’t control. When he wants blood, he gets it.
The moment I tug her through the door, I slam it shut and push her up against it, claiming her lips in another sizzling hot kiss. Her sweet, intoxicating taste makes me want to devour her. Her heart is pounding, and I feel a powerful urge of possessiveness overcome me. My eyes flash, and I force myself back… just in case… I need to make sure things don’t go wrong and that I don’t hurt her…
“Wait here for me,” I command, guiding her to the bedroom and making her sit on the bed. She looks up at me, eyes widening with confusion, but I don’t give her a chance to question me as I walk back out to the fridge and take out a bottle of blood. I don’t head back to the bedroom and instead take it to the bathroom. I lock the door behind me and down the entire bottle in one breath.
I look at myself in the mirror, licking my lips, and slowly place the bottle down. It’s sweet, pleasant, and rejuvenating. Still, it’s nothing as delicious and tasty as her blood, and I don’t care if I shouldn’t drink another supernatural’s blood. I want hers.
I’m satiated, but I still don’t trust myself… not after what happened last time. This is the only fucking chance I have... if I fuck this up, I know I’ll lose her, that is, if I don’t fucking kill her first.