FORDDEN AFFAIR

CHAPTER 3

A year had passed, and I have to say, I had become a bit happier. As I sat in the chair, getting dressed for the evening, I couldn't help but notice the subtle glow in my eyes. My blonde hair was styled into an elegant bun.

For the past year, I have been taking classes on being an elegant woman, going to therapy, and taking medicine.

I stood in front of the mirror. I was glad to see that I had come a far way from the girl who had seen her parents dissemble her body.

My dress was a stunning lace gown, fitted at the waist and flowing down to the floor in soft, delicate folds. The strapless design showcased my shoulders, and the delicate silver shoes added a touch of glamor to my overall look.

But as I gazed at my reflection, my eyes drifted to my body, and my confidence began to wane. Even after a year, I still had a bit of baby fat, and it made me feel insecure. The anxiety medication I'd been taking had only added to my struggles, leaving me feeling bloated and self-conscious. I couldn't help but wonder if William would mind if he still found me attractive despite my imperfections.

Tonight was the first time we'd seen each other since our engagement, and I was nervous. I'd heard so much about William's charming smile and captivating eyes, but I couldn't help but worry that he'd be disappointed in me. I took a deep breath, trying to shake off the doubts that plagued me. I was his fiancée, after all, and I deserved to feel beautiful and loved. But as I stood up, smoothing out my dress, I couldn't help but feel insecure.

As I nodded in response to the summons, my heart raced and my palms grew clammy. I felt a knot forming in my stomach, twisting and tightening with each passing moment. My mind raced with thoughts of William and the rest of the Lycan brothers, wondering what they wanted from me, and what the night had in store. I took a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves, but my body seemed to hum with tension, like a live wire ready to spark.

I stood up, smoothing out my dress, and made my way to the dining room, my feet feeling heavy and uncoordinated. My eyes scanned the room, searching for any sign of the Lycan brothers, and my heart skipped a beat as I spotted them, seated at the far end of the table, their eyes fixed intently on me. I felt a shiver run down my spine as I made my way towards them, my senses heightened, and my instincts screaming at me to be cautious.

As the door opened, William strode in, his presence commanding attention. His chiseled features and piercing blue eyes left me breathless. His dark hair was perfectly messy, and his sharp jawline was accentuated by a small scar above his left eyebrow. He exuded confidence and power, and I felt a flutter in my chest as our eyes met.

Just as I was about to curtsy, William's expression changed from calm to shock, and he blurted out, "What the f**k, Father? Is this the weak fatty you want me to marry?" His words cut through the air like a knife, and I felt a stinging sensation in my chest. I tried to ignore the pain and focus on the anger rising within me.

Edward's face turned red with anger, and he growled, "William, that's enough!" But William continued, his voice dripping with disdain, "Look at her, Father. She's nothing like the strong, fierce women of our kind. She's...soft, weak, and fragile." His gaze raked over me, making me feel like a specimen under a microscope.

I stood up straight, trying to muster some dignity, and met William's gaze head-on. "I may not be what you expected, William," I said, my voice steady, "but I assure you, I am not weak." My words seemed to fall on deaf ears, as William snorted in disgust and turned away, leaving me feeling like a rejected pawn.

"Weak fatty." That was what he called me. Even makeup could not conceal the acne on my face, and my baby fat remained obvious at the age of 18.

Edward hit the dining table, "How dare you?!" Edward shouted to William, challenging his defiance. "You dare to speak of the gift I brought for you in such a way."

William retorted, "How dare I, Father? This gift is the worst you could ever give to me"

Amidst the harsh exchange between Edward and William, I couldn't bear the weight of their words any longer.

How could I, a mere omega, endure such disdain from an alpha? The dining room felt so suffocating at the moment it was almost hard to breathe.

I tried to stop the tears but I couldn't, my lips were trembling my hand was shaking. My heart ached from within. It wasn't my fault that I had grown this way.

Why does everyone try to make it look like it's my fault?

Edward's voice interrupted my thoughts, "Do you want to spend your whole life sleeping with women?"

My eyes met William's gaze, a fleeting moment where his disdain seemed to focus on me. "At least they are pretty," he added, a remark that cut deeper than any insult.

Unable to withstand the humiliation, I rushed out of the dining room, escaping into the cool night air. Outside, I knew there was a fountain at the back of the estate. As I reached it, tears streamed down my face, and I pleaded with the universe, "No. Please, no. I can't take this anymore. Goddess, please, just take my life."

Desperation guided me to the fountain, where I took water in my trembling hands, attempting to wash away the pain on my tear-streaked face. The soft grass beneath me seemed to offer some comfort as I contemplated a drastic act – if I could drown myself in the fountain, maybe, just maybe, I could reunite with my parents.

A voice interrupted my desperate thoughts. "Don't you dare do that?"

It was William, his earlier contempt now replaced with an unexpected sternness. I turned to face him, confusion and hurt evident in my eyes.

The contrast between his cruel behavior moments ago and his unexpected intervention left me confused.

"Don't be foolish. Life might be a mess, but there's always a way to fix it," he said, his words devoid of the cruelty he had displayed earlier.

"Why the change of heart? Why are you being nice? Why would you care if a weak omega like me dies?" I demanded, my voice filled with a mixture of bitterness and confusion. "Just get lost."

To my surprise, William smiled a gesture that seemed almost out of place considering the harsh words he had spoken earlier. "Darling, please. I apologize for the way I acted. I did not notice."

The term of endearment caught me off guard, and I felt a strange mix of discomfort and confusion. Why was he suddenly apologizing, and why did he choose that particular word?

William continued, "Father wants us to get married as soon as possible."

The weight of his words hung in the air, and I struggled to comprehend the sudden shift in his demeanor.

"Why do you suddenly want to marry me?" I questioned William, confusion etched on my face.

He looked at me with a calm expression, "Father's wishes. It's for the good of the pack. I'm doing what's expected of me."

The explanation offered little comfort but I nodded. Whether it's his father's wishes, not as long as he is getting married to me.

He would fall in love with me. Being delulu is the solulu.