5: FIVE
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K I A R A
One month went by too fast, and before I knew it, the day of the wedding had arrived.
I stared at my reflection in the mirror, unable to believe that this was the same girl who had run away from home three years ago, and found love and happiness.
The girl staring back at me was a shell of her former self.
Her eyes were hollow and empty, and her face was void of any emotion.
"Fix your face, Kiara. That isn’t fit for a princess. Don't embarrass us," My evil stepmother hissed, before leaving the room.
I let out a sigh, and forced a smile on my face.
I was wearing a traditional wedding dress, and I looked beautiful. My long curly hair was swept up into an elegant updo, and my makeup was done perfectly.
Father had paid the best designers and makeup artists money could buy to make me the most stunning bride in history.
"Hey, hey, hey, sis. The big day is here! Are you excited?"
Harper appeared in the doorway, looking beautiful in her blue silk dress.
"Not really. Just another day of being an obedient daughter," I replied, trying not to sound too bitter.
Harper smiled and shook her head.
"You can't fool me, Kiara. I know how much you hate this. You've been dreading this day ever since you agreed to it."
"Well, can you blame me? I'm marrying a man that I've never met, and who will probably treat me like crap," I said, my voice breaking slightly.
"I feel so bad that you have to do this. I want you to know that I’ll forever be grateful to you, and will repay this debt. One day."
"You don't owe me anything, Harper. I did this for you, and I would do it a million times over, if it meant keeping you from having to do this."
"I know, Kiara. But, that doesn't make it any less painful. I love you, sis. And I'm going to miss you."
Before I could reply, the door burst open and our father walked in, a look of irritation on his face.
"Stop all this nonsense. The ceremony is about to begin, and I expect you to behave properly," he said, giving us a stern look.
"We will, father," I replied, smiling sweetly.
"Good. Now, come along. It's time to meet your future husband."
And just like that, everything came crashing down on me. It was time to say goodbye to my freedom, and hello to a lifetime of misery.
"Okay, father."
*****
The double doors opened and the entire congregation turned to look at me. The music began playing and I took a deep breath, forcing myself to put one foot in front of the other.
There were too many eyes on me, and it made me feel uncomfortable. But, I had to play the part. I couldn’t turn back now. It was too late.
Then I saw him, and my breath caught in my throat.
I didn’t know what I was expecting when Father told me he was an Alpha. But, I certainly wasn't expecting him to look like this.
Maybe, I had expected a much more older man, someone who had lived a long life and looked like he was about to die soon, so I could finally be free when he does. But, what I saw was completely different. This man had lots of life in him.
I definitely wouldn’t be a widow anytime soon.
He was tall at least six foot five, and he had jet black hair and piercing blue eyes. He had a strong jawline and a sharp nose. He was dressed in a dark blue suit that hugged his body in all the right places, and his hands were folded behind his back.
I could feel my heart beating faster, and my palms getting sweaty.
He looked nothing like my expectations. I had brought my expectations really low when thinking about what the man I would be married to would look like.
It was hard not to stare at him, and it was even harder not to think about how handsome he was.
I slowly walked down the aisle, trying not to trip over my dress. It felt like an eternity, and it was probably the longest walk of my life.
As I got closer, his eyes locked on mine, and a shiver ran through my body. There was something about him that unnerved me.
I reached the altar, and he offered me his hand, which I took. His touch was cold, and it sent a strange feeling through my body.
I looked at him, and our eyes met again. This time, I saw something in his gaze.
Hunger. A very dangerous hunger.
My mouth suddenly felt dry, and my pulse quickened.
The priest started speaking, but I couldn't focus on his words. All I could think about was the man standing next to me.
"We are gathered here today to join these two people in holy matrimony. This is a union of not only two individuals, but also two packs. It is a joyful occasion, and we are all honored to be a part of it," the priest said, his voice echoing through the hall.
There was something about him that drew me to him. It was almost magnetic.
"Do you, Damon Salvatore, take Kiara Blake, as your wife and Luna, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, till death do you part?"
"I do," he replied, his voice low and husky.
"And do you, Kiara Blake, take Damon Salvatore, as your husband and Alpha, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, till death do you part?"
I swallowed hard, and opened my mouth to speak.
"I do,"
"By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride,"
My heart was pounding as he leaned in, his lips barely brushing against mine.
I felt my cheeks heat up, and a strange feeling bloomed in the pit of my stomach. As his lips touched mine, a wave of desire rushed through me, and my legs almost buckled under me.
His arms wrapped around my waist, and he pulled me closer, deepening the kiss.
The guests erupted into cheers, and the sound seemed to break the spell I was in.
We pulled apart and I stared at him, my heart racing and my mind spinning.
What had just happened?
Damon Salvatore was definitely not what I had expected.
He was dangerous.
And for some reason, that thought both excited and terrified me.
My new husband was going to be a challenge, and one I wasn't sure I was ready for.
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