The wedding Day.
1176 Words
Eylsia
Two hours to the wedding
“You can’t be serious right now! Lia!”
“What would you have me do? I don’t have any more scrunchies because you can’t keep your hands off what's not yours, and now you complain about me taking yours! Girl grow up!”
“I am older than you…”
Their argument went on and on, and there was Arya and me, sitting for the finishing touch of our makeup.
“Has the Alpha said anything yet?” She asked
A long sigh escaped my lips. “Not after the flowers, I quote, “Good,” using my fingers to make an airquote. Yesterday, when I came back from the club, I found a bouquet of black and red roses, which was the gift he said he left at my door, black roses were not common in the pack.
So I was certain they were imported, but after I sent him a photo of it, I expected more than just ‘good’; it was unlike Kieran.
“Well, there’s nothing bad about that, you would be seeing him and kissing him in 2 hours.”
“At least he should have texted me this morning; I left him a torn-off message. Important message.” I whined.
He had made excuses to the errand guard from the pack house that he would not be seeing my first fitting of my wedding dress. I expected him at my place this morning, too. As it should be…
“He’s busy. Doing what Alphas do best.”
“Whatever.” I almost started to cry, but the glam makeup was set, and I would not dare ruin everything and hours of effort. Lia and Lilly quit their yelling when the scrunchie in question snapped in two after they had tugged it to its limit. Now they were keeping malice with one another.
“One shot before we walk out of the room. For courage and good luck.” Arya said as she pulled out a bottle from her bag. It almost seemed like a bad idea, but it’s my wedding day.
I walked to the door, closing it before my father walked in. I took the bottle, took a mouthful, and then passed the bottle to the rest of the girls.
“Now we would walk into the pack house like we own the place.”
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My father stood at my right side as we waited for the bridesmaid to walk into the pack house first.
This was the moment I had waited for. And if I must say, Kieran had outdone himself; there were tons of white roses by the side of the pack house, and it smelled ethereal out here. Then the path, which was made exclusive for me and my father to walk in, was littered with red roses.
I forgive him for all the ignored messages and weird replies. He really made my dream come true just like he promised
Holding the bouquet before me. Maybe I was stupid to have left the official flower every bride had walked down the aisle with and chosen the black rose sent to me last night. But I thought maybe if I took this, it would mean so much to Kieran since he sent it to me as a gift. I wanted to make it special, hence why I texted him, but he didn’t respond.
‘The father and the bride may come in now.’
Kieran was at the altar with the pack priest, waiting for me.
“Are you ready?” My father asked me.
“Never been more ready,” I responded. His smile brightened.
Never in a million years would I think I would see my father so nervous that his face is red. My father was a fighter, he was ruthless. I had seen him face so many challenges in this life, but I had never seen his look in his eyes.
He brought out a napkin from his suit, and he wiped his eyes. I too was nervous and close to tears.
The door finally opened, and there he was in black clothes?
Wait, what?
Why was he wearing a black outfit? We chose white! He doesn’t like black clothes!
Something was off
He should have at least passed this information to me before he went ahead and changed his suit, but then again, I changed the flowers, I was supposed to carry white, and I carried the black, so it’s not that bad, right?
We were closer now, and my father had left my arm. It was at that moment I realized how much his presence had filled me to be strong because the moment he let me go, I wobbled and almost fell at the altar, but then a strong arm held my waist.
It was Kieran.
My mouth ran dry.
“Th…thanks,” I whispered, but he didn’t say anything.
I adjusted my gown on the altar. Now I was standing before him, maybe it was the new attire, but he looked bigger.
“Today, we would be consulting the ritual between our Alpha and his soon-to-be Luna in the spiritual matrimony, bonding them forever for seven lifetimes.” My hands held the bouquet tighter; I was certain blood stopped flowing through my fingers.
This was the most special part of the wedding. This ritual was sacred, it would bond me and Kieran together forever. We would be automatically mated to each other, our desires exclusive to one another. And the blessing of our ancestors and the rulers before us would be passed down to both of us.
“If you have any objection, say it now. Or forever hold your peace,” the priest said.
I looked around, and everyone was silent. A minute passed, and no one said anything. Normally, when these rituals take place, people from the audience, mostly lovers of any of the spouses, would speak up, but Kieran never had one, and neither did I.
“Final. I would ask both of you to stretch out your hands and take an oath with the sacred staff.” The priest said.
Arya walked up to the altar; she took my flower, leaving me with my bare hands as I took the staff, and so did Kieran. I imagined he was smiling with tears in his eyes, just like I was when I finally held the staff.
“Repeat after me.’’
“I, then your names, swear under the Mother Moon’s gaze, We are one heart, one soul, one bond. No claw, no curse, no death shall break what is sealed tonight.” He said. I had practiced this for a lifetime
I said my path, and I heard him say his own, and the moment we completed our oath, the staff glowed, and our hands were possessed by an electrifying force that sent my head flying backward as a myriad of emotions flooded both of us. I staggered backward.
“It’s done. You may remove your veils now.”
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