Wolf's Bride (bbw, alpha werewolf) (3 page)

Biting her trembling lip, she shook her
head. “Never mind,” she said.

I furrowed my brows. Why did humans have
to be so difficult? Especially the one that happened to be my mate. I touched
her stomach lightly and she managed to look at me.

Her cheeks brightened again. “What was
option two?” she asked.

I raised an eyebrow. “Huh?”

“You told me there were two options to
get out of this mess. One was be on the move constantly and that’s out, so
what’s the next one?”

“Right,” I said and frowned. She wasn’t
going to like it. “Marriage,” I said.

She sat up abruptly and stared.
“Marriage? To whom?”

I sat up, leaned in and kissed her
lightly. Hoping it’d have an effect. “To me,” I said.

She grabbed her forehead as if she was
going to pass out. “What?” she stammered.

“If you marry me, Colt can’t touch you by
our laws. It has to be at a den.”

She ran her fingers through her hair. The
light shone off of her silky hair as she moved it. “That’s insane too,” she
said.

I gritted my teeth. “Really it’d be that
awful to be married to your mate?” Dammit! I know it wasn’t her fault. She’s
human, she doesn’t understand, but it stung just the same. “Look I’ll give you
time to think. You should make your decision tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow? That’s a lot of time,” she
said with sarcasm and crossed her arms over her chest.

“Well, that’s cause we don’t have much
time,” I said and pushed her down. Then I pulled the sheets up to her chest.
“Get some sleep.”

Her body trembled and she nodded, staring
up at the ceiling with lines creasing her forehead.

I sighed and clicked the light out. Even
though, my gut clenched at the thought of her rejecting me, it wasn’t hard to
fall asleep from the exhaustion.

The next morning I jumped awake and
touched the other side of the bed.

Empty.

I shot up. “Taylor!” I said.

Inside the bathroom the faucet came to
life and I took a relieved breath.

She came out. Her hair was messy and her
eyes were drooped. Not exactly a morning person, but she was just as beautiful.

I chuckled.                         

She frowned and raised an eyebrow.
“What?”

“You look great,” I said and walked up
to her.

“You’re… weird,” she said awkwardly and
brushed past me. Then she took out a hair brush from her purse.

“We have to check out soon. We could go
to the breakfast house down the street if you want,” I said and watched her
change clothes. The memory of her taste lingered on my mouth and threaten to
wake up those urges. I tried to concentrate on my stomach instead. I hadn’t
eaten since lunch yesterday and the hunger was catching up. Maybe she’d buy
breakfast for me – I hoped anyway.

“That sounds fine,” she said and
gathered her things. She glanced up, but avoided eye contact.

I scowled. Way to go idiot. She probably
hates you now. Was she sore about the marriage thing, or what I did to her?
Women were so hard to read.

We drove and sat down in a booth at a
pancake house.

Taylor ordered the grand breakfast with
extra bacon on the side.

I stared and smiled. Don’t know why that
was such a turn on. A woman with an appetite.

“What do you want?” she asked.

“Oh, um, the same,” I said to the
waiter.

The man raised an eyebrow and nodded.
“Have that for you in a bit,” he said and left.

Taylor bit her bottom lip and stared out
of the window.

“You sure you don’t mind?” I asked.

She finally looked at me. “It’s no
problem.”

“I’ll pay you back,” I said and ran my
hand through my hair.

Her heart beat faster and I stared. “Do
you have a job somewhere?” she asked.

“No, but I have plenty of money,” I
said. I ended up receiving a handsome inheritance after my parents died, and
kept the money hidden at the old cabin I grew up in. Colt would’ve taken it in
a heartbeat had he known about it.

She nodded. “Are those men the only
family you have?” she asked.

The waiter came by and set our food
down.

I grabbed two pieces of bacon and bit
them in half with my front teeth. “They were,” I said and gulped down some
orange juice.

“Sorry,” she said and forked a sausage.

“It’s fine. My parents died of sickness
when I was young. Colt’s the first pack I joined outside of family.

“What about other family?” she asked.

“They’re were too many mouths to feed.
Couldn’t take me in,” I said and frowned at the memory. Why was she asking me
these questions?

“I know what that’s like. My parents are
dead too and I don’t have any other family besides my uncle.”

I nodded. “Both orphans then,” I said and
worked on my pancakes next.

She furrowed her thin eyebrows. “I came
to a decision,” she said.

I stopped eating and stared. Here it
comes. I’m going to be rejected by the only person I belong with. My mate. An
ache filled the pit of my stomach. “And?” I asked.

“I’ll do it,” she said and blushed.
“I’ll marry you.”

My heart skipped a beat. Wow! Didn’t
expect that. She’d really marry me? “Are you sure because it can’t be taken
back once it’s finished,” I said. “Ever.”

“I understand that. The truth is I
thought of what you said. About how wolves go on instinct. How people second
guess themselves all of the time. Last night I couldn’t sleep. I’d be marrying
someone that I barely know, and be forced to live in an entirely different
world that I never knew existed until last night. But for some reason you feel
right. This feels right, so I’ll follow my instinct,” she said.

My heart beat like a jack hammer. I
leaned over the table, grabbed her collar and pulled her into me. Then I kissed
her. Her lips sweet and soft and tasted like maple.

Her eyes widened as I let her go and sat
back down. “We need to find a den,” I said.

She blushed. “It’d be today?” she asked.

I nodded. “Wait for Colt to catch up
with us?”

“Right, well no,” she said and finished
her breakfast.

I hurried to the Chevy and helped her
inside. It didn’t take long to find a den. There were so many in these parts.
We had to make a stop first. Taylor insisted on buying a wedding dress. “Why
isn’t what you’re already wearing well enough?” I asked.

She looked over the door to the fitting
room and glared. “Are you kidding? It’s every girls dream to look the best she
can on her wedding day,” she said.

“You know this is going to be nothing
like human weddings,” I said and looked over the top. She wore a white slip and
I smiled as I checked her out.

She looked at me and sighed. “Then
what’s it going to be like?”

I scratched my head. “Just different,” I
said and pouted. If she knew our traditions she might change her mind.

I glanced at my watch. Took nearly an
hour for her to finally pick one. I dozed and jumped awake as she kicked me.

“I’m done,” she said and smiled.

Butterflies flittered in my stomach and
sent an ache to my groin. Claiming her was going to be wonderful.

I drove to a random den. They were all
the same, so it didn’t matter which.

“This is a place to get married?” she
asked and crinkled her nose.

I looked at the small shack like place.
“Yeah,” I said.

“It looks like a bar.”

“It is on the outside,” I said and
opened the door for her.

She stepped inside with her night bag.

Three men sat at old oak wood tables and
watched us walk by. Every single one of them wolves. I growled and snipped at
one. Man’s eyes lingered a little too long on Taylor. He finally turned his
head away with a frown.

Taylor looked at me. “You’re eyes are
red,” she said.

I grabbed her hand and it trembled.
“Sorry,” I said and calmed down.

The man at the desk smirked under a
brush of stubble. His blue eyes glowed. What can I get for you and the lovely
lady?” he asked.

Taylor blushed and looked at me.

“We’d like to elope. You qualified,” I
asked.

“I am Den Master,” the man said. “You
prefer old fashioned or modern?”

Taylor raised an eyebrow and looked at
me.

“Old fashioned,” I said.

The Den Master ran his fingers through
his streaked gray hair and nodded. “Okay, this way,” he said and opened the
back door. Then he led us down into the basement with supplies and two other bolted
doors.

“There’s a bathroom there if you want to
get yourselves ready,” the Den Master said and pointed.

Taylor nodded, walked inside and I followed.

She took her clothes off and I licked my
lips. Then she put a slip over her bra and smoothed it down her legs. “You’re
not supposed to see the dress, but since it’s different I guess that doesn’t
matter,” she said.

I shrugged. “We both go in at the same
time, but I could close my eyes if you want me to,” I said and caressed her
shoulder.

“It’s fine.” She pulled the wedding
dress over her head carefully and smoothed the skirt down. “Can you help me zip
it up?” she asked as she turned around.

I stared at her for a moment.
Butterflies flittered in my stomach. This was really happening. I’m with my
mate and we were making a pact. I leaned in and kissed the back of her neck.
Her body trembled as I zipped the dress up slowly.

She turned around and smiled. A blush
spread across her cheeks. “Thanks,” she said softly.

I nodded and washed up. I splashed water
on my hair and ran my fingers through it. I was kind of a mess at the moment.
Hope she didn’t mind.

She put her hair back and some make-up.
When she was done she turned around and I took a sharp breath. “Wow. You’re
beautiful,” I said and took her hand.

Squeezing my hand back, she bit her
bottom lip. “You really think so?”

“Oh yeah,” I said and hoped my cock would
remain sober until the end. She took a deep breath and looked around as the Den
Master took us inside the left room. The walls and ground were covered with
vines and riddled with various flowers. I caught the scent of roses, but they didn’t
compare to Taylor’s sweet scent.

A porcelain fountain stood in the corner
of the room, two sculpted wolves loomed over us as water poured everywhere from
around them. Even the water smelt sweet. Must be expensive to keep these places
up.

Taylor smiled. The light around us dim
and soothing. Different mounds of leaves stood in each corner of the room for
guests, but it’s not as if we had any. “It’s almost like being outside,” she
said. “It’s really beautiful in here.”

I smiled. At least she likes it.

The Den Master entered the altar and sat
down on a large pillow. “Take your places,” he said.

I kneeled down in front of him on a bed
of flower petals and urged Taylor to do the same.

Slowly she fell to her knees. I could
hear her heart hammering in her chest.

I took both of her hands in mine.

“Are you ready?” the older man asked.

I nodded and he opened an old book and
started reading our vows in an ancient language.

Taylor glanced up and raised an eyebrow.

“It’s our old language. Humans don’t
know it,” I said and she nodded.

After the first verse, the Den Master
paused and lit two candles. Then he placed one on each side of him. One
representing me and one her. Then he continued to read.

Taylor leaned close, so close I could
feel her minty breath on my face. “What are the candles for?” she asked.

“Oh, right. Each candle represents us.
Back then they’d say if one candle went out than the two eloping weren’t
actually mates. Both go out and it was a bad omen, but if they both stayed lit
then the pair were true mates and enchanted with fertility and the luck of the
hunt.”

“Really?” she asked. What if a breeze
blew in and snuffed one out, or someone sneezed?”

I chuckled and shook my head. “Wolves
don’t take it seriously now-a-days it’s just tradition.”

She looked up as the Den Master finished
and pulled out a small blade. Then he took my hand and Taylor’s eyes widened.
“What are you doing?” she squeaked.

The Den Master’s lips curled into a
grin. “Blood pact,” he said, cutting a small sliver along my palm.

Taylor tensed as he took her hand next.
“You didn’t tell me about this,” she hissed.

I licked my lips. “It’s fine it doesn’t
hurt. Just a small pinch,” I said and flinched when she yelped.