“What are you doing here?” the words tumble out of my mouth before I can catch myself.The way his brows raise tells me he was about to ask me the same thing. His head leans to the side and he takes in my posture, dully taking a defensive posture as well, mimicking mine. His jaw tenses and he ponders on what to answer a second more, before finally deciding that fighting with me was not a good option.“Where have you been?” he asks, and maybe I was wrong on my previous thought. It feels like he wants to pick a fight.“Are you following me?” I huff, not ready to give in just yet.‘Following you?” he seems surprised I would ever imply such a thing.“Yes! This is a damn wedding dress shop! In one of the most expensive and exclusive areas of the town. What are you doing here?” I want to stomp my foot on the ground, but maybe this would be seen as being a bit childish.“Expensive and exclusive -” he murmurs, looking around. “Then why are you here? Isn’t this a place for rich pompous people?
Walk in. Put an end to this bullshit. Walk out and live happily ever after as a trophy wife. That’s the plan. That should have been the plan from the very beginning before this got out of hand. But now it seemed almost impossible to see things done a different way. It is impossible to actually think I can do this! I have done nothing but think of tonight the whole damn day. It was three days before the wedding and I still had not done the thing! The damn thing was putting an end to all this mess! Some news has reached my father’s ears and not to mention he almost lost his head in the fight that followed. On the other hand, my mother seemed to be proud of me for “Taking my life in my own hands”. Somehow, the idea of offering myself to someone I chose seemed to be empowering for her. But just as my father did, she insisted on putting an end to this before the wedding. This could not go further any longer and I wanted my life to kind of end right now too. Because there was no way I sa
It feels like she is weightless as she rests against me. It might be my fault for being this tired at this point, but the weight of her head on my chest is nothing. And now that everything is still, I realize that the weight of the world that usually follows me around is nowhere in sight. The warmth of her body is more than soothing as she presses herself against my side and she tangles one of her legs with one of mine. I had not planned for this to happen like this, but I couldn't help it. I could not push her away anymore. Maybe it was a bit too early, or maybe it was too late to accept such displays of affection. And this, tonight, was violating every single ground rule we had established. But it felt right in the worst ways. Her fingers move over my chest, drawing random patterns. I feel the grip sleep has over me growing ever tighter, but the simple thought of her still being awake was haunting me and keeping me awake.“Are you not tired ?” I groan out, brushing a hand over my
The tension in the tiny room is horrifying. My mother stands against the doorframe, her arms crossed on her chest, her pale green eyes fixed on my reflection in the mirror, while Thalia still has no idea what to say. Her mouth opens and closes all over again as she stares at me, at the mark on my neck, at my reflection then at me again as if she did not have the courage to spill it out.It has been a damn horror show ever since I left that damned place. David- or whatever his name was - has been busting my phone up with calls and messages to the point where I had to block his number so I could catch a damn break. I’m not sure which one of us took this harder. Me, because I spend the next day crying my eyes out, raging around and taking it on everyone around me, or him because he simply could not get the hang of me. It did not make sense. It did not make sense how damn blind I was to all the signs he was one of us. It did not make sense why I was so drawn to him still, even if my ang
Even if this was a private, it felt like the whole world was here to watch. There was no media and reporters piled up, but there were cameras, security and of course, hired photographers everywhere. It was a private event, and it still felt like the whole world was invited. Over five hundred people were together here to celebrate this stupid event.. My wedding. My doom. The end of everything I thought I loved. The reception and the ceremony were held in the same building, an ancient castle that made me feel like a medieval princess. The estate belonged to my future husband, and I truly felt like the princess that was about to be trapped into the highest damn tower of this place. I am gripping the flower bouquet as if it was something that was about to save my life if I needed it, while Thalia leaves me alone behind the doors of the ceremony room. My father was supposed to walk with me down the aisle, but something told me he might want to pass this since I was about to dishonor my wh
There were so many things to talk about, but there was no time to do so right now. A castle full of guests were waiting for a reason to celebrate. They already had their reason to gossip and before he can step forward and take hold of me, I turn on my heels and walk back upstairs. “Let’s get this over with.” I demand, drying the tears with the back of my hand. I was a bit of a mess. A mess of feelings and thoughts that did not hold back from flooding my mind. The last thing I needed was him touching me and forcing me to spiral into madness. For sure he had that power. Killian says nothing. He does not push himself on me. He simply nods and walks with me back to the ceremony room. There is no father and daughter walk. There is nothing gentle and romantic about how this unveils. The vows are dull and the wedding rings feels heavy on my finger. You can kiss the bride.How about you kiss her ass?! When he leans forward, I turn my face and offer him my cheek, earning myself a peck rig
Pictures, way too many pictures, were taken. Way too many smiles have been shared, way too many hugs and hand shakes. All with people I definitely don’t know. But most of them looked important. Some more than I wished, since Killian insisted on introducing me to them, almost dragging me to their table. Some seemed bothered by my mere presence, while some seemed to be delighted and even offered me some compliments. Few recognized me as Madelaine Malvak, the famous ballerina and even fewer were actually real fans of what I was doing. I could not deny that this made me a bit sad, but there was nothing I could do about it, just hope I would have the freedom and time to keep dancing. But these were terms and agreements to be made later. As the night slips by us, I can feel Killian grow more and more agitated, tense and fidgety. He felt like a ticking bomb and being near him made me want to run the other damn way. While part of me wanted to lace my fingers into his hair and fuck his worri
Her scent is changing. And everything I am is going completely insane trying to understand it. She does not smell like spring flowers anymore. It’s pulling close to sweet, almost ripe fruit. Strawberries, vanilla, cinnamon - all sweet notes that make me go insane. Knox, the wolf that has no will of ever being patient, is pacing and howling like a madman inside my head. He is not happy. He think someone has laid their hands on his mate. He thinks she has been spoiled and in his mindless head, he wants nothing but to shred something to bits. Of course, that something could end up being his own mate. I could not allow something like this to happen. I could not allow that part of me to go senseless and bestow judgment left and right as if he owned the right to do so. Something told me this had nothing to do with another man. This had something to do with her, and her only. Of course, seeing her friend this close, this touchy and handsy, this eager to get her away from me, does make a