His Rejected Luna

Chapter 6

Astrid wasn't in a big hurry to have the wedding, but she listened to those around her and planned it for a year away. She'd just finished hair and makeup and her wedding dress was on. Nineteen. So young, but that was normal for mated wolves. They didn't worry about how their relationship would turn out or if they were ready. Because they were mates. Things would fall into place. They were preprogrammed to love each other. Astrid had definitely grown to love Trent. Over the course of their relationship he'd shown a side she never knew existed. Gone was the spoiled, annoying, womanizer she'd watched grow up. Gone was the arrogant man waiting to be Alpha, knowing no one could question him. He had been attentive, his personality was deeper than she could've imagined, he was compassionate and just wonderful to her.

First they'd have their wedding and then a marking ceremony. Everyone would be partying while they slipped away. When they came back, they'd present their marks and be sealed as one. A rejection after that was incredibly painful. They'd be able to mind link, like she could already do with her parents and he, his. In days long gone they'd have marked right there in front of everyone, but as that usually involved s*x that tradition had been altered. She was glad for that.

“Astrid, hurry! They're almost ready for you!” one the bridesmaids burst in the door to say.

Her heart beat faster. Her knees shook a little. She was about to go out and see Trent for the first time in her dress.

“Come on!” the girl repeated. She grabbed Astrid's hand and pulled her out the door and down the hall. They went outside and rounded a corner into a beautiful flower garden. She wound through rose bushes and other flowers in fully bloom.

When she rounded the final corner she saw him. His back turned, anxiously tapping his foot.

“Trent,” she said.

He turned and tears sprang into his eyes. “You're beautiful,” he said. His voice cracked.

She couldn't speak, she just walked toward him and he took her in his arms. The camera clicking was the only sound that could be heard. A warm, early summer breeze played with her veil.

The wedding went beautifully, without a hitch. Astrid and Trent sat at the head table at the reception having danced themselves to exhaustion already. They watched their friends and family contentedly.

“This is the start of the rest of our lives,” she said as she turned to him.

“I was just thinking... are you ready to really seal this thing?”

She was taken aback by the dark desire in his eyes. His look ignited her own desire. “I think I'm ready,” she said finally.

He stood and took her hand, helping her up. He lead her away and down a hall to a bedroom prepared for them. He picked her up and carried her through the doorway. He set her down gently and kissed her. He gently began removing hair pins. He ran his fingers through her hair. Next he slowly unbuttoned her dress and slipped it off her shoulders. It pulled on the floor at her feet. He gasped, taking her in.

“You're perfect,” he said softly. “More perfect than anyone I've ever seen. More perfect than I'd imagined.”

She blushed deeply, not knowing what to do or say. It turned out she didn't have to. He lead her through the intricate dance that was their wedding night with ease. When it came time for the marking he helped her through that too. It was painful, it drew blood, when he sunk his teeth into her and her's into him. The mate bond felt like a strap that had tightened, holding them together in a bond so tightly wound it could never be undone. It snapped into place and their wolves howled in their heads.

They lay facing each other on the bed. “It's done,” she said. “Do you regret it?”

“I could never,” he answered. “I wanted to do this the moment I felt your presence that day we really met.”

She laughed. “We'd met before.”

“Yes, sort of. But we really saw each other then.”

“I guess that's true.”

He hopped out of bed and pulled her up. “Quick, we need to get dressed.”

“Why?” she giggled.

“Because I need everyone to know that you're mine. You're all mine. It's done. I need to show you off!”

He pulled on some clothes for himself and threw an outfit at her. It was the going away dress she'd packed. She dabbed the blood off her shoulder wear he'd marked her and put on the light pink, 1950's style halter dress. She pulled on a pair of white heels and quickly fixed her hair and makeup. She took Trent's hand and he lead her back to the reception. The party was still going on.

He went to the MC table and picked up the mic. “Listen up!” he called. Everyone slowly stopped talking and looked at them. “I want to introduce you to my wife and mate Astrid! She's off the market boys, and so am I! It's official!”

Everyone cheered and he put the mic down so he could grab her with both hands and kiss her. Her heart just about exploded with joy.