Chapter three
1081 Words
Life ain't fair!
Vivienne's POV.
A wedding. My wedding.
They were joking, right?
I stood frozen, snapping out of my drunken state when the door slammed shut.
My situation was worse than I thought. They weren't even giving me any time to process my thoughts.
Heck! I hadn't even seen the famous Lycan king I was supposed to marry. I wasn't in a rush to see him, but at least, an explanation would have made me feel better.
“Maybe I should call Brianna, she understands me,” I said to my wolf, slumping on my bed as I tried to hold back a teardrop
“I don't think that's a good idea. We still don't have an explanation about the s**t she pulled earlier,” Lysander replied. “I never liked her anyway,” she said in a much lower voice.
“Great,” I slapped my right hand on my forehead. “I feel like I'm gonna run mad. How did my life turn out this way? It was so perfect yesterday, what did I do wrong?”
“You…”
“Maybe this is the moon goddess’s curse on me. I knew I should have been nicer to that cashier at the shop,”
“Hey! Get a grip,” Lysander clipped. “First of all, that cashier deserves to be fired, and second, the moon goddess’s curse is much worse than you think,”
“Then why does it feel like I'm cursed with misfortune?” I stomped my feet on the ground.
“Are we? Do you really think we are cursed?”
“I don't know. All I'm saying is today has been the worst in my years,”
I shut my eyes and took a deep breath. I was afraid of my future, how my life was going to be, how I was going to be treated by the Alpha.
Why did he even want me?
Deep in my thoughts, everything finally went silent. I felt like I was floating in a dark abyss, but slowly reaching a turning point.
Just as soon as I could find comfort in the darkness, find satisfaction in the pain I endured all day, a voice cut right through the silence, soft but burdensome.
“Good morning, my lady,” it echoed with a soft knock.
My eyes bulged open and all the worries I had just managed to get rid of came flooding back in like adrenaline.
I sat up, breathing heavily as I stared at the door in silence.
It was another day, the day we sealed the deal to make my life a living hell.
The maids walked in after a while. They jolted me up and I followed like a mindless dummy. The hours that followed were exhausting. My hair, the fittings, and a long reading of the rules I'd have to abide by when walking down the hall.
All these happened in the span of four hours. Imagine being overworked before my actual wedding.
I wondered why they were rushing everything, something was fishy, I just couldn't place my finger on it.
Hours went by and it was finally time for me to walk down the aisle. My white silk gown crawled on the ground like an oversized cape. The glitter on my dress made everyone's eyes sparkle as they gaped at me.
Poor clueless people. They probably thought I was having the time of my life, if only I could tell them that I needed help. They only saw the light reflecting on the surface of the water, but none of them knew I was being swallowed by the ocean's deep, turgid water.
And there he was, our famous Lycan king, Michael Alaster. He stood straight, his eyes brown like the river Nile, his gaze was cold, electrifying, and nerve-racking.
He put on the coldest look I had ever seen on a man. It was disturbing. My chest felt heavy as I swallowed hard.
I walked up to the aisle and stood across him, his eyes staring intently at mine. They were dark. Standing so close to him made my knees tremble under my gown.
I felt his breath on me and my wolf seemed to growl. My insides felt like they were bloating and changing positions.
“Is there a problem?” He asked, voice deep and firm.
“No… no,” I gulped and shook my head.
He arched an eyebrow, his fist tightening into a clenched fist. “Then let's continue, shall we?”
“Y… yes,” my eyes travelled around the crowd, trying to find my father and brother.
I searched for a minute until the realization hit me that they did not come for my wedding. He forced me into one but couldn't make himself attend it.
“You are distracted!” Michael spat out, cutting and deep.
I blinked in confusion and muttered. “I'm sorry,” my voice trembled.
“Great! Just read it so we can be on our way,” he scoffed.
Yeah, we were up to a great start. He didn't even care about the remarks of the few guests staring at him.
This was far from perfect, it was the worst.
“Umm, what am I reading?” I whispered.
“Your vows, for Pete's sake!” He thundered.
A gust of air washed down my spine as I cooked something up right there. I was good at improvising, but I never knew I could lie and make up happy stuff while drowning in self-misery.
“I swear to do my duties as your Luna and…” the words kept coming and I hated each sentence that slipped out of my mouth.
When I was done, I glanced at the priest and back at Michael, waiting for him to read his too. I was pretty sure it was scripted, he would probably root out a piece of paper and recite a dumb poem.
After twenty seconds of silence, I glanced at the priest again and my eyes twitched anxiously. “Uhh… I'm done,”
“I know,” Michael replied immediately. He turned to the priest and asked. “So what's next?”
Are you kidding me! My nostrils flared up.
“Hold on, aren't you gonna read yours?”
“I am not reading any vows to you, you are submitting yourself to me. Why do you think I'd waste my time to prepare a vow for you?”
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