His Fateful Choice

Too good to be true

Emma’s POV

I was staring at the sky, enjoying the beauty of early spring, and letting the wind caress my cheeks. Suddenly, two warm hand snaked around my waist and soft lips pecked my temple. I felt safe and secure by this simple gesture. 

“There you are! I was wondering where my beautiful bride went. I was beginning to worry that you changed your mind about this wedding. Couple of minutes more and I would have to gather a search party.” chuckled the person standing behind me. 

“Sorry, I must have lost track of time.” I answered and turned to face my future husband. 

He was tall, much taller than me. I couldn’t see his face due to the sun, but I knew he was handsome. Then I continued “But hey, never think that I would change my mind about you or this wedding. You are my dream come true, my happily ever after.”

I said and slowly moved my head to kiss him on his soft lips. He answered immediately, putting his hand behind my neck, and pulling me closer. I moaned when he deepened the kiss, which earned me a low approving growl that sent tingles around my whole body, concentrating in my lower abdomen. Our kiss turned into a passionate make out session. His right hand travelled to my ass, shamelessly pulling it closer so I could feel the growing bulge in his pants that was pushing just perfectly into my sensitive parts. 

This simple move caused my p***y to swell and I felt my panties getting wet. I couldn’t stand it anymore, so I guided my right hand onto his bulge. I pulled his zipper and slid my hand into his pants. His breath hitched, probably because he didn’t expect me to be this bold just few meters from our guests. But I didn’t stop there. I slid my hand into his boxers and grabbed his d**k. With my hand stroking up and down, his growls turned almost feral. At this point, wearing my soaking panties seemed really unnecessary. Well, what can I say, apparently I’m a rather naughty bride. 

All I wanted now was for him to push me against the closest wall and take me hard from behind. But before I could transform my thoughts into actual words, he managed to untangle himself from my arms, his breathing unsteady and his cheeks flushed pink. 

An unsatisfied low growl escaped my lips as I tried to pull him closer and continue this steamy moment. He caught my hands with his one hand, successfully pacifying me. He chuckled lightly before pulling me closer to give me a chaste kiss. 

“As much as I enjoyed this, we should probably go back to our guests if we don’t want to be caught.” He said as he pulled me towards the great white hall where our wedding was hosted. 

“Who said I mind a little attention?” I said jokingly while sensually caressing his upper thigh.  

As these words left my mouth, he stopped abruptly and turned around, pulling me closer. His eyes were pitch black. “Hm, such a tease. But I don’t think your parents would appreciate seeing me defile their daughter right in front of them. Come on now, let’s go back.” He said and continued walking. 

“Come on, we have to go, hurry!” He said again now pulling my arm sharply. I hissed in pain, but he seemed not to notice. “Come on you lazy ass, let’s go!” 

Wait what? Then everything went black and I felt pain on my head and in my right shoulder. I slowly opened my eyes only to see that I have been pushed from my bed by my younger sister Irene, who was now standing in the doorframe and smirking at me. 

“What the hell? I was sleeping!” I groaned. 

“Gee really, I didn’t notice, how stupid of me!” She remarked sarcastically and then continued “Now get up freak, you’re already late for your breakfast duty. So move that big ass of yours and get ready quickly.”

Ow that stung. I’ve always been quite self-conscious about my lower body parts. 

“What do you mean breakfast duty? It’s not my turn!”  I angrily retorted while getting my big ass from the floor where I’ve been chilling since I was so lovely woken up. 

“It is now. See I was supposed to be on breakfast duty today, but the word is, the royal Gamma with his whole entourage is comming to discuss Josh's appointment, which means lots and lots of hot, muscular royal warriors just waiting to be mated to me. So naturally I will need some time to prepare myself, which I wouldn’t be able to do if I was to be on breakfast duty. I asked mum and the Luna if it was alright for you to go on the duty instead of me and since you are otherwise useless to the pack and we can’t really expect you to catch an eye of one of the royal wolves with your looks, they agreed.” 

Ow for the second time this morning. My sister is on fire today. I was thinking of something sharp to respond with, but then I realized that she was no longer in my room. Luckily, my bedroom is in the attic of the massive packhouse, so I don’t have it far to the communal kitchen.

It have been two years since I moved from my family’s house to the pack house. Or should I say since I was moved. I didn’t really want to go, but my parents insisted. The official explanation was, that because I am not as strong as the rest of the werewolves, I wouldn’t be able to protect myself in case of an attack and since I was already eighteen I could move out closer to the pack alone. 

Given to the fact that we haven’t had an attack in the last six years, I am more than a little bit suspicious that this is not the real reason. Well this and the fact that I overheard my not-so-loving parents talking about the shame I have brought to the family and the only way to get rid of this shame is to get rid of me. 

As harsh as it sounds, I cannot say it surprised me. I’ve known for some time at that point, that my existence, let alone my presence in this pack, was not the subject to general enthusiasm of the pack-members, including my parents. 

It has all started after I turned twelve. Every werewolf is born without their wolf nature, which they gain later, but no later than the day of their twelfth birthday. I’ve always been sort of a late bloomer, so nobody expected me to reach my wolf very early. But the closer my twelfth birthday got, the more nervous my parents were. Somehow not having my wolf did not bother me, since I was always with my younger sister who also didn’t have hers yet. 

Me and Irene used to be best friends. The two of us along with Joshua, the future Alpha who is my age and on whom I used to have an immense crush, were the big trio of the Amber Pack. Always playing, running around and causing trouble. Although some of our pranks were rather drastic, we were always forgiven, because first, Josh was the future Alpha, and second, everyone expected me to be his mate and thus their future Luna. And I mean, you really don’t want to mess with the next power couple, right?

Well this all changed, when I reached my twelfth birthday, wolf-less. It was shock to say the least. My parents took me to the best werewolf doctors there are, but without much success. When medicine failed, my parents turned to the witches. It took almost a year for them to get to the bottom of my problem. As one old warlock explained to us, I was what is called a cross. A cross is a person born to werewolf parents, who misses some key features of my kind. In my case this means, that I don’t have much of the wolf nature and I can’t transform into one.

But at the same time, I’m not a human either. My senses are heightened. I can run for hours and smell a chocolate cake for miles. But that is just not enough for my pack and my family. The fact, that I am not a full wolf, makes it impossible for me to mind-link or bond properly with my pack. I also wouldn’t feel the pull of a mating bond, not that I expect to have a mate in the first place, since having a mate from different race is extremely rare.

And because our pack couldn’t keep the nuclear codes secret, if they had them, all of them knew of my condition within a week. This made me sort of an outcast in our close-knit pack at the tender age of thirteen. 

The high school was torture, which I had to endure alone. Irene started ignoring me and Josh straightforward avoided me. I don’t know what hurt more, losing my best friend or the boy I was hoping to be my mate. It then took me years to accept my newly found loneliness.