Wedding Night
1074 Words
I stood at the altar, my eyes fixed on the man I was about to marry - Maverick Dakor, the Alpha of the Silvermoon pack. He looked...different. Not at all what I had expected.
His hair was neatly styled, and his glasses perched on the end of his nose, giving him a scholarly look. But it was his wheelchair that caught me off guard. I hadn't known he was injured.
Maverick's smile was warm and gentle, and his eyes crinkled at the corners as he gazed at me. He looked helpless, yet confident, sitting in his chair.
And then it hit me - the truth my foster parents had kept hidden. They had replaced me with their original daughter, Mary, because Maverick was...imbecile. A kind word for it. The pack had needed a strong alliance, and I was the pawn.
Anger and betrayal simmered beneath my skin as I realized the extent of their deception.
The ceremony began, and I found myself lost in Maverick's eyes. He seemed to see right through me, to the very soul.
As we exchanged vows, Maverick's voice was strong and clear, despite his physical limitations. I stumbled over my words.
As we exchanged rings, Maverick's fingers brushed against mine, I felt a spark of electricity, a connection that went beyond mere touch.
But as we finished the ceremony, Maverick's eyes locked onto mine, and I knew we were skipping the kissing stage. It was a small relief, but also a reminder that this was a marriage of convenience, not love.
The room erupted in applause, and I forced a smile onto my face. I was now the Alpha's wife, the imbecile Alpha.
As I settled into the car, ready to leave the wedding venue, Luna Maya, my foster mother, appeared at the window. She hugged me tightly, her voice dripping with false sentimentality.
"You've been a great servant all these years, Akira. I'm so sad to see you leave us soon."
Her words cut deep, and I felt a stinging sensation in my eyes. Servant? That's all I was to her? I didn't expect an apology or genuine affection from her, knowing how ruthless and cunning she could be. But this...this was a blow.
I pulled back, trying to compose myself, but tears pricked at the corners of my eyes. I didn't want to give her the satisfaction of seeing me cry.
Luna Maya's gaze narrowed as she noticed my watery eyes. "Are you angry because your suitor is an imbecile?" she asked, her voice dripping with malice.
"Don't worry about Maverick being an imbecile, Akira. I heard from one of the maids that he's quite...well-endowed. He may not have the sharpest mind, but he's got the body of a complete man."
"You should be lucky, Akira," she said, her voice cold. "You're not being sent to some prestigious family where you'll be miserable. You'll have everything you need - food, shelter, and a comfortable life. And let's be real, you're a foodie, you'll love the Silvermoon pack's feasts. you're lucky I didn't send you to the slave markets," she sneered. "You're nothing but a weak little girl, Akira. You should be grateful I found you a husband at all..''
I felt a surge of anger at her words, but I kept my cool. "Was I just a servant to you all these years, Luna Maya?" I asked, my voice icy. "A means to an end?"
Luna Maya's eyes flashed with anger, and for a moment, I thought she would strike me. But then, her expression changed, and she smiled sweetly. "Oh, Akira. You were so much more than that. You were my insurance policy."
"Luna Maya," I said, my voice strained, "I'm your daughter. Not your slave."
Her smile faltered for a moment, before she regained her composure. "Oh, Akira, don't be dramatic. You know what I mean."
I shook my head, feeling a mix of anger and sadness. "No, I don't think I do."
The driver cleared his throat, and Luna Maya stepped back, her mask of sweetness back in place. "Well, off you go, dear. Your new life awaits."
As the car pulled away, I caught a glimpse of Luna Maya's face, her eyes glinting with a sinister light. I shivered, knowing I was leaving one prison for another.
Pain and heartache washed over me as I cried uncontrollably in the car, leaving behind the only home I'd ever known. The wedding night was supposed to be a joyful occasion, but for me, it felt like a prison sentence.
As I arrived at the Silvermoon pack's mansion, the maids greeted me with utmost respect, treating me like the new alpha's wife I was supposed to be. They led me to the bathroom, where they had already prepared a warm bath for me. I bathed in silence, trying to calm my racing thoughts.
After dressing in a simple nightgown, I walked into the bedroom, where Maverick was waiting. He sat in his wheelchair, engrossed in some documents on the table, his glasses perched on the end of his nose. He didn't look up as I entered.
I stood there, feeling awkward and out of place. The silence between us was deafening.
Finally, Maverick spoke, his voice low and detached. "You should go to bed, Akira. It's been a long day."
I sat down on the bed, my mind racing with thoughts. This was our wedding night, the night we were supposed to consummate our union, mark each other, and solidify our bond. But Maverick's words had thrown me off.
As I lay my head on the pillow, my thoughts swirled with doubts. Could it be true that my husband couldn't...perform? Or was he just not interested in me?
My wolf stirred inside me, restless and agitated. She had recognized Maverick as our mate, and she was waiting for him to make his move. But as the minutes ticked by, nothing happened.
I felt a pang of disappointment and frustration. Was this really how our marriage was going to be? A loveless, passionless union?
I turned to look at Maverick, who was still engrossed in his documents. I wondered if he even knew what was supposed to happen on our wedding night. Or if he just didn't care.
My wolf growled inside me, urging me to take action. But what could I do? it seemed like he had no intention of fulfilling his duties as my mate.
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