The Unwanted Luna Queen

4: Homeless and young

Alaric's POV

I don’t know how to react to the one girl sitting there confidently saying she was going to marry me. She looks homeless and really young, but I fear I could break her just by holding her hand. How old is she? Sixteen? Seventeen?

My mom turned to me with a confused but small smile on her face. I don’t find any of this funny. She is not supposed to sit there when I intentionally left this ugly beard on my face to make me look worse than I already am.

Then my mom intervened, her voice cutting through the tension. "How old are you?" she asked, her tone stern yet curious.

The girl met my mother's gaze, her confidence unwavering. "I'm eighteen," she replied, her voice steady.

I also told the maids to tell them I was incapable of having s*x, knowing that would make them run for their lives. Why the hell is this girl sitting there confidently after she ate like a starved lion?

I narrowed my eyes at her, but she didn’t even flinch. I saw the challenge in her eyes, which made me realize one thing. She isn’t marrying me for who I am; she is doing this for herself. She doesn’t even pity me. It is a selfish move.

Why does that bother me, though? I mean, I don’t want a wife whatsoever. My mate abandoned me because I am now a liability, so I don’t expect anyone to want me. But why does this particular girl make me curious?

“Why?” was all I asked in a gruff but calm tone that scares everyone, but not this girl here.

“Because I’d rather marry you than go back to my pack,” she answered without a flinch or stutter.

My mom and I looked at each other at the same time, and I could see her eyes screaming "perfect" in her head. She wants someone who can talk back to me or at least be confident. This girl is none of those. I can see it, but she is forcing herself to be.

“What is your name, darling?” Mom asked in a soft voice as though she was talking to a child.

“Hazel, your Majesty.”

Then, with a thoughtful nod, my mom turned to me. "Alaric, she's going to be your wife," she declared, her voice firm yet strangely gentle.

I blinked in disbelief, my mind struggling to process her words. "But..." I started, unsure of what to say.

Before I could protest further, my mom continued, her tone leaving no room for argument. This is what she has wanted all along and I’m not sure anything will stand in between her and this. I have failed on the last mission.

“Hazel, welcome to the family," she said, her eyes gleaming with determination.

I glanced at Hazel, who met my gaze with a mixture of surprise and determination. Despite the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside me, I couldn't deny the faint flicker of curiosity that ignited within me at the prospect of this unexpected union.

My mom didn’t waste any time, she called the head of the maids because the wedding is going to take place this very night. She is not going to take chances knowing I could ruin everything for her.

“Get her dressed for the ceremony and bring her to the throne room.” My mom said then turned around to face me. “Get dressed for your wedding, Alaric.”

An hour later, in the grandeur of the throne room, adorned with regal tapestries and flickering candlelight, Hazel and I stood before each other. The air was heavy with anticipation as we exchanged vows in the most indifferent manner.

We exchanged vows, our voices carried the weight of obligation rather than passion, each word uttered with a stoic resolve. Though the assembled courtiers watched with bated breath, there was no spark of love between us, only a silent acknowledgment of our roles as husband and wife.

Despite our indifference, I couldn't help but notice the fleeting emotions that flickered in Hazel's eyes from time to time. It was as if beneath the facade of duty, there lay a glimmer of something more, a hint of vulnerability that she dared not show.

I was wheeled back to my room after the solemn ceremony where I’m supposed to wait for my bride. I got naked to find my d**k hard, making me curse. She is not even attractive to begin with then why the hell am I hard?

She doesn’t have curves, her hair is dull, she looks underage and overall homeless. I rolled my eyes at myself but slid beneath the covers to wait for her. She knows what she is getting herself into when she agrees to marry me.

Why doesn’t she want to go back to her pack? What happened to her? Why does she have so many bruises? Yes I saw them when she wore the white wedding gown that my mother has kept ever since she got married to my father.

The door was pushed open quitely and Hazel’s petite frame pushed through in red lingerie. My eyes took her in one quick sweep trying to find what was attractive about her that got me rock hard. Nothing.

She barely has breasts on her chest, her hips are also nonexistent, same goes with her ass. I could see her n*****s piercing through the lace fabric of her lingerie but nothing else. She is also very pale, her hair in a loose bun because it is so short.

I had s*x just a few days ago so why? I normally have s*x once a week to avoid such a thing and it works until now. Goddess, you are playing a dangerous game.

“Come here.” I said slowly sitting up on the bed which is something I can do even though I can’t walk.

I watched as Hazel's eyes widened at the sight of my erect member beneath the covers, her surprise evident. No erectile dysfunction, no s**t. Despite her initial hesitation, she slowly made her way toward me, her movements tentative yet determined.

As she approached, I reached out and pulled her into my arms, her body colliding with mine in a sudden embrace. A soft gasp escaped her lips as she landed against me, her warmth enveloping me.

"You know your duties, huh?" I whispered into her ear, my voice low and tinged with desire, sending shivers down her spine.

Her response was a soft murmur, her words lost in the rush of arousal that surged between us. Without a word, she began to move against me, her movements hesitant yet eager, eliciting a low groan from deep within my chest.

Despite my initial reservations, I couldn't deny the surge of desire that pulsed through me at her touch. I found myself drawn to her in a way I hadn't anticipated. She wasn’t as meek as I thought she would be. She is…perfect.

I realized that perhaps there was more to this union than mere duty.