A Bride For The Ruthless Alpha

Stop the wedding

~Damon~

I had always wanted my Luna to be someone like my mother. Someone that cared about my pack and the members of my pack. Watching Aria care for the girl that camped in front of my gate brought back memories of watching my mother care for the pack members.

But when I remember that no matter how perfect she may seem, I could never accept her, my chest tightened.

I gulped down the last of my whiskey and tried to shake off the images of her face that wouldn't stop bombarding my head ever since we returned from the pack tailor. It burnt my throat and stung my eyes as I wanted but the images of Aria still wouldn't leave my brain.

“Fụck,” I groaned. I wished she didn't have to be in cohort with my uncle.

Would things have been different?

If she wasn't the arrow aimed at my throat, would things have been different?

The door opened and for a brief moment I hoped it would be Aria.

“Why is my dear Alpha looking so gloomy on a day he's supposed to be rejoicing?” Logan my Beta strode into my chambers in his usual chit chat mood. Which I wasn't in.

I sighed and looked away from the door.

“Ah. You just sounded disappointed right now. My apologies, my Alpha. Were you expecting someone else?” he teased, grinning smugly.

“So? Did you check what I asked?” I asked, ignoring his teases.

“Erm…about the girl…Lisa. She found her toy. I believe it was what she was referring to as her sister. All thanks to your soon to be Luna.”

I shrugged, my face hardening.

“What we couldn't understand is what she could understand in just one conversation with Lisa. I think you are in luck. Your bride is a smart one,” Logan remarked.

I stood up and headed into my home study.

While I went through the series of work files, I knew he was watching me expecting a reaction from me.

But I wasn't about to give him that pleasure. Aria may be intelligent for all I care but she was never supposed to appear before my presence as my bride.

“You care about this girl more than you admit, Damon,” Logan started again.

Something snapped in me at Logan's words. I slammed the bunch of files on the desk.

“I am going to stop this wedding and coronation.”

“What?”

“You heard me. I will stop this wedding and coronation by all means.” I sneered, my fingers curling.

I felt my wolf’s furious reaction in my head. He wanted me to accept Aria because she was my mate.

But I am the Alpha.

And Pack matters needed more than mate bonds.

The pack my parents suffered to build needed more than mere mate bonds.

“Uh-mm, if your Uncle already approved of it, then that would be difficult–”

“And so? Are you asking me to marry her and make her the Luna of this Pack just because he selected her?!”

“But she's not that bad… I mean you even secretly wished she'd walked in instead of me–”

“Logan!” I growled and glared at him.

“Sorry,” Logan muttered.

He should clearly know that I wasn't joking about never accepting any damn Luna chosen by Wraith.

“Well, I have a few ideas. Why don't you make her jealous?” He suggested.

“Jealous…” my forehead burrowed as I pondered on Logan's suggestion.

“But Damon, mind if I ask just one question?”

“Ask if only it won't take your head,” I sneered.

“Why do you hate Aria so much? I mean, you haven't given her a chance to know if she'll be in cohort with your Uncle. For all we know, she may be innocent.”

My jaw tightened. “I saw her. She came out after meeting him. I can already imagine their discussion.”

“But–”

“No buts Logan! She will never be accepted as my wife or Luna! Listen, you do not understand, Logan. This is not about her being innocent or not. She's a vessel to trap me–”

I halted as I heard the sound of the door followed by a familiar wolf scent.

I sighed, instantly recognizing who was coming in.

A second later, a figure walked into the study—Xander, my Gamma.

“And here's the flirty, most handsome Gamma to ever lead warriors!”

Xander grinned as Logan praised him.

I shook my head and returned behind my desk.

“So what were you both discussing?” Xander asked, glancing at me.

Logan looked at me as if seeking permission to speak.

I nodded at him to go ahead. Just like Logan, Xander has been my closest friend and now one of my most loyal and trusted pack members.

“Well, we are in operation ‘stop the wedding’,” Logan remarked slyly.

Xander smirked. “The Luna-to-be isn't pretty enough?”

I sighed and shook my head. Xander never changed. Being away on a pack mission didn't change him one bit.

“Mh-mh, how about you make her stop the wedding herself?” Xander suggested.

I leaned forward, the idea worth exploring. “How?”

“Well–”

Xander was cut short before he could respond.

“I know how,” Bertha said as she sashayed in.

“Leave that to me,” she paraphrased, her eyes glowing devilishly. “I will make her stop the wedding with her own hands.”

“What are you planning?” I asked, a bit hesitant.

I wanted to stop this wedding at all costs but in a way that it would never backfire on me.

“Don't you trust me?” She asked sultryly as she approached me. She leaned on the desk pushing herself forward.

“Trust me,” she whispered, trailing her hands on her exposed cleavage.

Blood rushed through my veins at the sight.

“Um!” I heard Logan cough and soon both he and Xander were out of the room.

“What are you planning?” I asked Bertha again.

She stepped away from my desk and in one movement, her jacket was off leaving the only wear on her, a red lingerie.

She walked slowly to where I sat behind the desk.

“Let me please you, my Alpha,” she murmured in my ears, her tongues raining wet kisses on my ears down to my neck. And her fingers trailing an invisible line down my body.

My body clenched as I tried to fight the desires roaring within me.

Then she went on her knees and yanked my belt off.

“You amaze me all the time, my Alpha,” she groaned with a dirty smirk as she curled her fingers around my shaft.

Then she began to stroke me.

If there was anything Bertha was perfect at, it was handling my cọ́ck perfectly.

As she stroked me, I imagined it was Aria stroking me.

When she raised her face and muttered nasty words, I heard Aria's voice.

“Aria…” I mumbled.

“Aria?” Bertha stopped, her face frowned.

I shook my head and cussed underneath my breath.

Why is Aria's face and voice in my head?!

“You are thinking of her when I'm the one before you?” She sounded disappointed.

I knew I needed to make it up to her.

I grabbed her and turned her so her hands were grabbing the desk.

With her back arched, I slided into her.

“f**k me hard until I can't walk!” She moaned as I thrusted furiously.

“You are the best! Make me cụ́m for you, my dominant Alpha!”

My jaw tightened and my teeth clenched as I pinned her to the desk, hoping the harder I thrusted would be enough to stop my head from thinking of Aria.

But then the door suddenly flung open.

I tilted my head behind my shoulder and my eyes jammed with Aria.

She was standing there, her eyes clouded with tears, watching me.

For a split second, I froze.

My wolf growled furiously in my cage.

“Don't stop baby, f**k me hard.” Bertha moaned, grabbing me tight.

I locked my jaw and tore my gaze away from her. I focused back on Bertha and continued thrusting. Faster and more furiously.

After a few seconds, I tilted my head behind my shoulder again.

This time, Aria was gone.

I grunted as I pulled away and emptied my content on Bertha's back. My first ever premature release.

Then I dashed outside. The door was closed as I had left it.

I asked my guards and they told me Aria was never in my chambers.

Was the image of her I saw just my imagination?

But it really felt like she was truly there.

“Why do you care, I thought you wanted to get rid of her,” my wolf rumbled in my head.

“True, why should I care if she saw me or not?” I gritted under my breath.

Her seeing me this way was for the best. The more she hated me, the easier it would be to stop this wedding.