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At the small podium created for the ceremony, Alyssa stood beside Michael, draped in white ceremonial silk that clung to her every curve.
Her long brown hair fell down her back, her curls framing her dewy face.
Alyssa had to admit that she felt quite good in the dress, but the awkwardness of the ceremony, and that within her, drowned the feeling.
Her throat was dry and her heart pounded in her head.
Her fingers trembled, but her expression fidgety and anxious.
She never would've dreamt that her wedding would come about so unexpectedly like this. Nor did she in her wildest nightmare think it'd be to a werewolf.
She always thought it'd be some years of romance with the one she loved until he finally proposed and she'd said the magical words: " I do."
But here she was, mating with an Alpha. He didn't ask, he commanded that they become mates.
She was being wedded in a traditional werewolf mating ceremony. Never in a million years would she have thought she would.
And yes, this mating ceremony is exactly that. A wedding.
Alyssa's heart pounded through the whole process, head heavy and swollen. Every word spoken echoed in her head at a far distance, an imagery of her displacement and detachment from reality.
She wished it never happened!
Miichael on the other hand was casual with it.
His voice cut through the sudden hush, strong and clear. “Do you, Alyssa-"
" Reid" Alyssa told, zoned out still.
Michael flashed a small smile, " Do you, Alyssa Reid, pledge yourself to me, Michael Emberborn, the Alpha of the Emberborn pack-- before this pack, before the moon, before the blood in your veins as my mate?”
Alyssa swallowed. Her lips parted as she said against her choice. “I do.”
She watched in a daze as Michael stepped forward. He brushed her hair aside with uncharacteristic gentleness… and then, before she could brace, he bit her shoulder-- firm, deep, and claiming.
A pulse of warmth shot through Alyssa from the spot where Michael bit, causing her rouse of sweet heat in her chest.
It was akin to the feeling she felt when Carl had tried to bond with her, but it was different.
Maybe because she didn't hate Michael as much as she did Carl.
But without doubt, she accepted the bond. She had no choice.
A tiny sharp pain flared on the spot and her heart as she did, then it dulled into a throb that radiated heat across her entire body.
Her wolf stirred inside her with a tremor of submission and strange satisfaction.
The bond was sealed.
They were mated now!
Murmurs rose among the pack at the sight of this.
Before Alyssa knew it, she had been binded to Michael as the alpha's mate. Alyssa was as clueless as a blank paper all through the process.
She was at a loss. She still couldn't believe it, not until when several figures stepped forward from the crowd to congratulate them.
Suddenly, someone's appearance caused her to jerk out of her daze. Alyssa couldn't help but contemplate why her body reacted the way it did.
Alyssa didn’t notice this person at first, but somehow, her body reacted before her quite distant mind could register anything.
Just as she turned her head and saw him, her breath hitched and her heart stopped.
It was a tall, lean man whose bone structure were quite impossibly sharp.
Alyssa's heart tinged when her eyes met his pale blue eyes which bored into her with an intensity that both froze and scorched.
Every instinct in her newly awakened wolf screamed.
Not in fear, but in raw, aching recognition. A recognition that went past real, more of an intuitive one.
Who is he?
“Ciel,” Michael said flatly beside her.
“My son.” he introduced.
Alyssa’s lungs struggled to expand, tightening.
Son?
I couldn't help but look at Michael again.
' Just how old is he?' He didn't look a day past 35, yet he has a son that looked in his mid-twenties? Almost the same age as Alyssa.
The moment shattered her breath.
Ciel didn’t greet her. Didn’t bow. He just looked at her. Nothing but disgust and a distant disdain that had Alyssa's chest wrenching.
“So… you’re the new chick that he now plows, lucky old bastard.” he said coldly.
" You Jealous?" Michael chuckled. They seemed more like buddies than father and son.
“Huh.” Ciel walked off. He really hates Michael.
Alyssa couldn’t even answer. Her legs felt weak. Her eyes couldn’t look away from his back as he left.
Part drawn, part confused, and mostly offended.
It felt like someone was reassuring her wrong choice to have gotten mated with Michael. She already regrets it enough.
And Ciel's comment only seemed a slap on her face. That too coming from him, someone she felt a way she didn't understand for.
It was akin to an ex you still loved appearing on your wedding to mock you after you've made the vow. A feeling so undescribably hurtful. Not because it is rude, but because it's more of a truth that you can't deny.
' More importantly, where has this... son... been all these while?' Alyssa wondered.
Just as she was busy thinking this, a shadow stepped beside him. Alyssa moved her gaze to meet a girl with long raven hair. Her stormy gray eyes cunning and condescending.
She was curvy, and beautiful. However, something about her screamed dangerous.
" Congratulations to the new Luna." She greeted.
Alyssa expressed confusion, it was the first time she'd heard that word.
" Michael, I wish you a blessed union" She turned to say to Michael who stood beside him.
" Ah, don't force it Jan." Michael sighed.
She smiled, and leaned toward Alyssa and whispered, her smile sharp as knives. “Careful how you look at him. He might be broken… but he’s mine." She then turned on her heel and walked away, her hips swaying in deliberate challenge.
Alyssa stood frozen, torn apart from the inside.
Has she just gotten herself into a two-way love triangle? She felt like there was more to the relationship between Jan, Carl, and Ciel than it seems.
But more importantly, Alyssa had just been bound to the Alpha as her mate.
And yet… something inside her howled for his son. Her stepson...?
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