Fated Or Doomed

Tux Fitting

Travis

I was astonish on how Elizabeth was with Xion. Despite his ignorant ways and his furious flirting with our mate. She didn’t let any of it affect her. She amazingly stood her ground. She was the bigger and must smartest person in the room. And with her taking Lou’s offer. I wouldn’t of question it. But I know Elizabeth has a reason for accepting it. The benefit is sky high. She was a Luna as soon as we step in. She knew her ins and outs.

I took over the driving. Elizabeth sat relaxing in her seat. And as the high she gave us still floating. I was drawn to her. I reach over to dance my fingers over her thighs. Seeing her looking out the window. My palm moved to her inner thigh. Clawing at her.

She turns to give me a questionable look. All I can do is smirk. Moving up. My fingers move higher and higher. I can feel her warmth. She curve her brows. Looking back as Mason and Sarah seating in the back. Not paying a single second to us.

I bite my lip. Nudging deeper. Her warmth was heating. And my fingers graze her folds. She opens wider. And I adjusted myself. I grew hard at the excitement. I don’t enter the sweet warmth. I play with her juices. Rubbing her c**t. She gasp silently and her eyes close. Seeing her like this was Goddess.

“Alright so, Connie said she’ll meet you girls at the store.” Mason’s voice took us off. I snap my hand back. Grasping the wheel. Elizabeth leans down to hide herself. Clenching her legs close, and holding her dress down. “While you women shop. Travis and I have business to attend.”

I look over at our mate. Her green eyes shine with its gold. We hid a giggle. Knowing damn well we would of continue if Mason hadn’t open his mouth.

“Just don’t forget..”

“YES MOM.” He mocked.

I stomp on my brakes. Throwing Mason forward. He angrily yelp in pain and I begin to drive again.

“Man! What the f**k!”

“Sorry. I meant to stop harder. Your brain needed a fixing.” I say.

We all laugh hard as Mason rubs his head. Now sitting back with his seatbelt strapped on. He mutters something. Piss as hell of course. And honesty wanted to do it once again.

“Just be there on time.” She cheers.

“We will baby.” I sent her a wink. Making her blush. Again Mason mutters jealousy. And the urge to hit the brakes again is thinning.

We drop the girls off to meet Connie for their dress fitting. While Mason and I go to just run some errands. We just had to make sure some shipments are in order. Along with our partners are all in agreement. Didn’t take long but dealing with this business partners was hell. We just started this new international agreement. And they wanted more money. The meeting was normal. Our business partners always tried to get more out of us. Still thinking I’m young and have no idea on what I’m doing. But by the end, things worked out. Everyone left happy.

Even with dealing with Xion. Today was not plan out as I had thought. Dealing with Alpha Xion was a surprise. A very blood thrusting need. Something about him wasn’t sitting right.

“We need information about him.”

“Agree. Once we’re home. We’ll look into it. I want to know everything about this ass. No more surprises.”

Now, due to the request of my Queen. Mason and I needed a new wardrobe for the Wedding and Ceremony. So we headed back to the mall. She wants matching color scheme and nothing too flashy.

I gave the tailors a photo of the color scheme Elizabeth wanted. Using that as a guide. They measure both Mason and I from neck to toes. I go for a regular tie but requested it with a matching vest for the Wedding. I also ask for them to line my suit jacket with a surprise for my mate. If she’s gonna call the shots here. I can at least get one thing I want. It’ll be funny to see her face once she sees my special suit.

Mason gets the same just in the secondary color. And goes for a bow tie. I swear, since the day he first wore one. And a girl complimented him, he never stopped wearing them. Got to give to him though, it suits his personalty.

In addition, we kept it more simple for the Ceremony. We just requested a little flare to it. We didn’t want to do too much as the day was suppose to focus more on my elegant Queen taking her rightful place as my Luna. All eyes should and will be on her. Only her. The suits will both have the same pattern as the other. My suit will be fully black. And the patterns will match the color of her dress. I have no idea what color it is but Mason said he did. So he sent in the request. Now Mason’s suit will line with a silver pattern. We will have no tie for the event. It will make it all fit just perfect. Even the little pocket squares.

After suit after suit. We finally got the last bit of details for the tailors to work on. They asked for some more information to put down as a request to hold. I grab for my things and in doing so I drop some items on the floor.

“Can you grab that man?” I ask Mason while I head to the cashier to file out the details. They said they will consult with the store for the girls details to insure the right fitting. Sending in everyones fit all at once.

Upon my return, I turn to see myself one last time in my semi finish suit. And damn, I look good. Looking myself in the mirror, I hear Mason gag in the background.

“Agh gross man!!” He yelp out loud.

“What?” Turning around I see a little white lace thong toss to the floor.

I could not hold in my laugh as I pick them up. Mason shakes his head in disgust. I curl up the panties and take a big sniff of them. Malcolm howls as the scent of our mate’s honey pot still lingers on them. I quickly stuff them away before Mason throws up on his new suit. Still making us laugh at his discomfort.

“You’ll see when you have your mate man.” I chuckle.

“As far as I’m aware. I’m done with girls.” He leans back and cross his legs in annoyance.

“Back to the guys I see.”

“Yes, no. I don’t know man. I’m done with it all.” Seeing Mason look at the floor. I can tell he is struggling mental with himself. And I feel like a bad friend. I haven’t been there for him. “Being around you and Sarah is enough mate s**t I can take.”

I step down the platform and take a seat next to him. “Hey man. I know I been distracted with my own s**t. But I’m still your brother. I’m still here for you. Talk to me. It’s been a while.”

His eyes line with sadness. And it reminds me of his first heart break. He was down and lost for weeks. I couldn’t get him to do anything after that. I should of notice. My brother needed me and I wasn’t there. I’m a shitty friend!

“It’s nothing.” He brushed.

“Come on. Just tell me man.” I gripe his arm. Squeezing it lightly.

Mason takes one big sigh before clearing his expression. “Well. I’m a bit jealous.” He admits. My head sinks back and my brows curve. “All I see is mates after mates. Even my two best friends are mates. I guess I just feel left out is all. I haven’t had good luck in relationships lately. And all this kinda makes me feel lonely. But at the same time. I want to focus on my duties. You know more than anyone that I take my Beta status serious. All I want is to live up to my father’s line. To you, to Liv, our pack, to myself, and future mate. And when it come down to one or the other. I rather be a great Beta to you and Liv first. That way I feel like my mate can see I’m someone. And right now. I still have a lot to work on. So maybe this dating thing, hooking up s**t isn’t as it was before.”

He lets out a gentle smile but growing up together I knew better. He shakes his head. As if to rewire his brain. “Just forget it man. Its the average. I just want to go back to work. Even if it mean shopping.” He gets up to admire himself. But it was a ploy. He tries to smile through the pain but his lips won’t curl up to prove it.

I got up from my seat. And put a hand over his shoulder. Making him turn to face me. “Mason.” I started. “If it won’t for you. None of this would be happening. And bro. You are not my best man for one day. Nor are you just a f*****g Beta half the time. You are, and always will be my brother until my dying day. I couldn’t function without you. I go to you for every aspect of my life. I follow your lead and trust your instincts. And f**k trying to prove to your mate or anyone. You’re f*****g Mason. You may not get what that means. But it’s a high standard.”

I wrap my arms around his neck to pull him close. And he tries to peel me off. “There’s no one else that hasn’t done the unthinkable. You outrank ever single wolf. You are a better man than me.” Giving him a tight squeeze. He grabs hold of my hand. “The time will come. She, he, whom ever. Will be damn lucky to f*****g have you. I know damn right I am.” I turn quick to grab our glass of whiskey. “Heres to my right hand man in life. Crib to Pyre man.”

“Crib to Pyre.” He repeats.

We cheers and swag our drunks back. Giving each other a hug embrace. Mason lay his chin on my shoulder. Letting himself feel a bit better now. I just have to check up on him.

“Sometimes.” He clear his throat. “I miss the old times. Like us going out and stuff.”

“Man we can still do those s**t. Hey!” I pour us another glass. “Lets set it up. Hell I’m getting married man!” I raise my glass to chug.

“Yeah you are. But.” His face went long. And I scowl softly at him.

“But what?”

“Are you willing to still go out with me and the boys like before?” He asked.

“Of course. What you think Elizabeth gonna tell me no and I won’t go.” I claim.

He shakes his head with a side-eye. “I know damn well she’ll beat you.”

“More like the other way around.” I wink at him. Mason roll his eyes.

“No but I meant. Will Liv be fine if you go out clubbing with us. Even the back door like before?” He widen his eyes. And I knew what he meant. “You know a good show and all.”

I run the back my head. Clicking my tongue. “Yeah that. You’ll have to talk to your sister.” Mason chuckle as he makes a fake whipping sound. “But we can still head out. I’m sure the girls won’t mind dancing and drinking. It takes the stress off.”

“Yeah. We’ll see Mr. Whip man.” He mocks.

I shove him. Only making him make fun of me more. I don’t defend, as I don’t care. I adore my mate. Showering her in anyway she desires. I do anything out of full respect for her. She is our world. But hey, seeing Mason joke around and laugh is good. So I let him be.

Soon, we finish our fitting. Now we wait for the final call. The tailors say it won’t take long. So I hope I can grab them before Snooping Elizabeth tries to see. I want to surprise her on the days of. And her rings. I can’t wait to place either one on her. One for our marriage and the other for her rightful place next to me as my forever Luna.

Mason calls Gamma to check in. They’re still shopping. They inform us of their last switch right now. So we head to the next floor up to meet them. Hoping they will be done soon. Their fitting store was larger than ours. They held the top designers there. They’re an all star glam store.

I sniff around to smell Elizabeth’s scent. But it was mix with so many other things. She had walked all over this place. But it leads us near the right side. A sign saying Dressing Room too my lead. We walk far off from the bridal side. Which made me believe she already got that out the way.

“Woof. Can’t wait to see her walk down the aisle to us. We take her hand. We say our special vows. Place the rings and kiss her. Woof!!!”

Malcolm twirls in circles, letting out long howls in excitement. Thinking of the day we finally get to see her walk down the aisle in the most amazing dress. Seeing her float down to us. It was a dream I never thought I would wanted most in my life. I didn’t care for any of these things until I met her. But I find myself in likings. I put some input and seeing her face light up, only makes me happy. I honesty thought I might had to look for a Luna myself. But she came at a perfect time. Meaning we have more years to go. As I walk closer and closer to her scent. I grew more thrill for the day. The day I call Elizabeth Marshall my wife.

“Elizabeth Armani.” Malcolm recorrects me.

“Excuse me? Can I help you gentlemen?” An employee ask us.

“We’re looking for 3 women.” Mason tells her.

“Ms. Marshall’s party?” She say with a grin. We nod. And she walks us to the girls.

We find Connie and Sarah talking their heads off. And right away you can tell they’re a bit drunk. They throw their heads back while holding a glass of champagne.

“Ms. Marshall herself is in the back dressing room.” She nudge to the back.

Mason jumps over the couch to spook the girls who shouted and hits Mason. He covers his face in defense. Laying backwards with his head at the end, he smiles mischief at the girls. They seem to still be done, I assume. They weren’t in their dresses or being fitted. I only hope they had finish and not mess around and drink. This can be a sign that a night out clubbing can be good for us all one day. Beside this, It has already been hours. I want to go home.

I sneak my way to the back. Following the sweet smell of roasted hazel nut that drives us insane. Walking in a room fill with cubbies cover over with large curtain. I head towards the one I hear her voice. She giggles. Filling my excitement.

“Hold still. I’m gonna remove the zipper from your dress.” An unknown male voice says.

“Ah. Your hands are freezing.” Her giggles yelp my fury more. Conforming he was touching her nude body.

Right away my rage hits sky rocked. And yank the curtain to her fitting room open. Seeing him undressing her with a grin. And she just smiles at the pure sight of us. Noticing my fury she tilts her head and my attention goes to him. Cutting slits.

“Travis no!”