My Husband, My monster

HERA'S P.O.V

By now, I didn’t have to be told, I knew the audience were beginning to ask questions, of course their voices remained in their heads as nobody dared to even breath loudly but questions would breed doubts and doubts will breed rumors and rumors aren’t how I want the beginning of my married life.

I stood on my toes,cutting the few inches between us to barely one and wound an arm around his neck.

I could feel the muscles of his neck stiffen from the contact and I smiled.

He was surprised… I liked the thought of that.

I looked back at his eyes and it was back to its blank slate making me roll mine.

If I am given freedom it is only right that I make complete use of it.

He seemed to enjoy me taking the lead as he made no move to stop or encourage me.

I smiled, a false sense of power overtaking my senses.

“You don’t want to unveil me?” I asked.

My voice quivered but I didn’t care, I maintained eye contact and for the first time, his lips moved.

Before I could process his expression, his hand went around my waist and my eyes widened without my permission.

He pulled me closer and I swear I heard gasps from the audience.

His lips curled higher and I realized he was smirking. I tried to control my expression but to no avail, he made a move before I could even process the previous ones.

In one swift move, I watched my veil go above my head and in a bid to have the last say, I made the final move.

I planted my lips on his, with my eyes tightly shut and my brain in shambles, I took the decision.

He didn’t budge, not at first.

His lips remained shut and when I opened my eyes in question, my heart picking up speed fearing he would embarrass me after allowing me flaunt my freedom, his lips moved against mine, the words “good” forming against my lips but before I could react, they claimed mine.

If I were to describe Alpha Eleazar, I would say he is a man of his own, he carried himself like he owns the world and he wouldn’t care who else was on it. That confidence reflected in his actions, his tone, his aura and even the way he  was kissing me.

His kiss was slow, not slow enough for me to take the lead but slow enough for him to savor every inch of me. He didn’t deepen the kiss, nor would I call it a simple peck. He teased, he pulled, he explored and he dominated. So when he carefully let go of my lower lip which he had been suckling on, I was left in a daze, my mind was left in shambles and if not for his hand which remained on my waist, I would have stumbled.

I took in several deep breaths trying to calm myself.

‘This is nothing but a game of power Hera, and a kiss is barely even a weapon.’ yet no matter how much my brain tried to talk to my heart, the tingling sensations that plagued my lips were not something I could ignore.

Against my better judgement, I found myself seeking for his eyes, looking for something I couldn’t understand and in return, his eyes only remained cold, the little opening before the kiss gone now.

The audience erupted in applause and his hand left my waist and turned to face them. I mirrored his actions, numbing my senses lest the loss of his warmth and support against my waist added to my dilemma.

I smiled politely as the audience took turns to congratulate us, my heart hammering against my chest at the class of dignitaries that bowed before me. Alphas of kingdoms I have never stepped foot in, Lunas that would never spare me a glance, princesses that would never dine with me all smiled from ear to ear seeking to be on my good side.

I tried to maintain a poker face but moving from the bottom of the ladder of royalty to the top was no easy change and at some point I found myself wavering. I glanced at Eleazar and he seemed completely at ease as he only nodded at every person that approached him, his hand clasped behind him.

He didn’t return their smiles, nor attempt to take the hands they offered yet the smiles remained on their faces and each person bowed lower than the other and offered their hands hoping they would be the chosen ones.

I craned my neck and I saw my father approaching with a nervous smile on his face.

The people had approached according to their rank and seeing how my father was among the last people, the change in my rank was not applied to him.

I continued to respond to the greetings, halfheartedly, my mind now with my father. He would have to bow to me too and to Eleazar and he would have to smile and offer a hand Eleazar will most likely not accept.

I swallowed, dreading the humiliation.

‘This is just one of many moments you have to brace Hera, father will understand.’

However, once it was his turn, he had barely dropped his head, when I moved forward to stop him but something caught my eye and I stopped in my tracks.

Except those seated on a high table in front of the hall, every dignitary in that room had approached with their families to offer their greetings and every one of them had bowed while Eleazar had held his head high, his only response a slight nod of his head.

Each one had offered a hand he had blatantly ignored humiliating them; however, that same Eleazar bowed his head for my father, his precious hands which he had refused to offer anybody holding my father's shoulders, stopping him from bowing further.

He rose up to meet my father’s confused look and he stated.

“My bride’s father is considered my own until I deem him not.”

With those words, he held onto my hand and together, we bowed.

“Bless us father.” He said and at that moment, a thought took root in my mind.

Eleazar may be a monster but he is my husband. We may have our differences but to the world, we are the same. His honour is mine and mine is his.

“May the moon goddess bless your union.”

Hearing the pride in my father’s voice, another thought crossed my mind.

“And I would protect his just like he protected  mine today.”