Alpha klare

Prologue The hum of the violin filled the air as I walked in, with a weak white flower and a plastered smile on my face. I could hardly breathe because of how tight the corset I was wearing was. “Remember the plan, Meredith: you go there, slowly poison him, and within a month he is dead. And if you do that?” he asked, waiting for my response. I smiled at him and took a step with him down the aisle. “I would be allowed to bury my sister and I would no longer be a slave to you.” Alpha Damien smiled at me, a smile that did not reach his eyes, but then again, who cares? We were all putting on the act. I was pretending to be his daughter, getting married to Alpha Klare, one of the most powerful Alphas that had ever lived and the most eligible bachelor. I really didn't know why he was awarded the most eligible bachelor in the world, considering the fact that he had gotten married four freaking times and his beast had killed them. I guess it's what happens when you have money and you have a very scary reputation. Yet here I was, about to be married to him. Alpha Damien got to the altar. I stood opposite him, holding my flower, my hands trembling. The priest's voice drowned in my head as I stared at him, his silver cold eyes met mine, even as the priest's voice and the violin sound filled the room, his eyes did not leave my body. “Do you, Alpha Klare, take Ashley Kann of the Kann pack as your lawfully wedded wife?” the priest asked. He stared at me, and then at my flowers. My skin was getting red with every second. He looked at Alpha Damien and then at me. Like he was suspecting something. And then at me. “Do you?” he asked. I swallowed hard. “What?” “Do you agree to take me as your husband?” he asked. I looked at Alpha Damien; he nodded slowly. Ashley, the real bride, was somewhere in her room watching movies while I stayed back here, getting married for a crime that she committed. “For Morgana,” I repeated. “For my freedom,” I repeated. And then I smiled, looking at him. “Yes. I do. I agree to take you as my husband.” He nodded, taking out the ring from his pocket. “So be it.” He walked towards me and placed the ring on my finger. His hands reached for my face. I took a step back; my throat burned. He paused, narrowing his violet blue eyes, his eyes darkened, he was getting angry. I took a step forward and smiled, even if my skin burned with his touch. I hate him! Oh, I hate him! His brother killed my sister, and yet I was the compensation price. He took a step closer, his hands caressing my cheeks, staring at my face like some tossed treasure. I could not make out if he was angry, disgusted, or both. He leaned in, my heart sank into my stomach. What the hell was he doing? The priest hadn't even asked for that. If he could skip the vows, why not skip this part as well? He rested his head on mine, his hands tangling in my hair, pulling me closer. “You don't have to do this,” I whispered, so low that even the priest would not hear. “I know you hate me.” He smirked. “Hate… Mi Amor is a very strong word.” His lips caressed mine, before he melted against mine. The crowd erupted in applause, pretending that they didn't know what was going on. A tear rolled down my cheek as I let him kiss me. My stomach was turning with disgust. I pulled back and stared at him for a while, then leaned in, knowing his ego would be bruised if I rejected his kiss. I let myself get used to his cinnamon and gunpowder taste. I ignored the firecrackers that I felt as he kissed me and bit him, not softly, hard, really hard, until it almost drew blood. He pulled back, a glint of amusement in his eyes. “Welcome to the family, Meredith.” I paused, my blood turning cold. How did he know my name? “It's Ashley, princess of the Kann pack,” I responded, sounding too confident for someone who was faking her identity. He shrugged, wearing the other ring. “You could be anything, Ashley.” With a smile, he stood by my side, wrapping his arms around my waist. Leaving me with the thought of trying to imagine what he meant. My mind raced as I tried to recollect how my life had dragged from fifty to zero within three days. The memories flooded my head of what had happened on that day. And how I got here.