Chapter 5

7 days down and everything feels like a touch of illusions cooked up in Emelia’s head. Emelia has not had a moment of peaceful sleep. Her thoughts constantly drifted away into the unknown abyss of uncertainty. 

Staring down at the snow-white wedding dress soon to be worn, she sighs regretfully. Her wedding has been all her parents talked of as she came of age. The alliance they all wished and prayed for.

 There was nothing they did or said that did not have to do with her marrying their best friend's son. Her wedding had been all her parents long anticipated. 

The wedding dress had not only been exclusively customized with everything hand-designed but 3 years was enough time to have them pay for the dream wedding for their princess before the unfortunate hands of death snatched them away from her.

 She had thought he was the one, she had carefully chosen every design with her mother, handpicking the day's color and flowers. She went for dessert and cake tasting and here she was marrying another. 

Emelia sneers in her heart watching the maids and everyone run around trying to make the best of an already ruined wedding plan. 

Not only had the invitations had to be replaced, but they had to be present and she was more than grateful for Fredrick not having outrageous demands. 

“A quiet wedding, brief and swift. I do not have all day till midnight to play Cinderella and the Prince” he had said to the wedding host. Emelia was too lost in her thoughts not to hear the door open. 

Luna Camfrey walked in with none other than Clair Anderson. A family friend was the term her father held towards the ruling clan, but behind closed doors, his daughter was nothing but a tramp grazing the bed of the alpha. And using such cheap tactics to get on the throne. 

“Emelia” Luna Camfrey called out but Emelia stood unheard and distant.

“Emelia” she called a second time, snapping her out of her line of crowd thoughts. 

“Luna '' Emelia almost screamed, frightened out of her wits. She glanced around the room carefully noting the familiar faces staring at her.

 “Why are you pale as a ghost?” Luna Camfrey asked but Emelia could only smile. Ever since the rejection of her favorite son, she has been somehow hostile towards her which she clearly understood.

 “Are you having cold feet? It is not too late to change your mind and be Mark’s concubine, we do understand you have loved him all your life” a taunting voice sounded among the little crowd before her. 

Emelia choked up a smile, her nails digging deep into her skin. It was not a surprise Clair Anderson knew so much about the private chat they had in the alpha’s office. Not when her father was a family friend and she was the mistress of her ex-fiance.

 “Oh Clair, what can I say? You best understand me since you recently lost your fated mate, I am so sorry” Emelia crooked like a bereaved frog.

 Clair Anderson put her foot in her mouth not saying another word. She had indeed lost her mate, but rumors had it she had killed him to continue her little fling with the young Alpha and Emelia could bet there was more truth in it than just some rumore.

 For someone who has died in their hands, she could voulge for the dead.

 “Stop small chats and get dressed, the wedding will soon be in procession” Luna Camfrey urged her into the changing with one of the maids to help her. Emelia wasted no time in slipping into her dress. 

It was a perfect fit, Fredrick was not ready to play Cinderella and the prince with her but she looked nothing less of a fairytale princess. Her dress was not only one of a kind but specially made for her. 

Staring at herself before the huge mirror, she saw a glimpse of her mother. She was a beauty and her father had been all whipped for her. She wanted love but now that was too much to ask from escaping death in the hands of her ex and his lover. 

The wedding bells rang through the hall as she walked down the aisle, a bouquet of white roses had her veil sweeping the floor and everyone happily cheered for her. 

Emelia locked eyes with the man before her, his black tux was the same as always but there was an extra shine within him. 

She could not tell if it was the surroundings or just her imagination. Taking his hand they exchanged their rings and proclaimed husband and wife. 

She had been scared but for some reason, there was no part where she could kiss her groom. “Disappointed?” a cold whisper blew through her ears. 

“Uh.. no why” Emelia stuttered. “Want a kiss?” he asked, making her red from ear to ear. Fredrick takes the hand of his flushed new bride. They greeted guests and offered a few toast before it was over. Emelia excused herself heading for the ladies. 

She was quick with her business and just when she thought it was all over, the door opened and Clair Anderson stood before her with a mischievous grin  

“How desperate can you be to create a rift between brothers?” she questioned but Emelia paid no attention. She busily washed her hands and went for a clean napkin to dry them

 “Don't act dumb Emelia, it is because of you they are fighting, and I did hear Fredrick is a beast in bed, a naive virgin as you can't keep up with his elaborate taste and vigor” Clair laughs hysterically. Emelia did not want to keep her new groom waiting. 

This was the night she had long waited for, she had given her virginity to Mark and still, despite him being gentle in bed he had cheated and killed her. She was not scared of a beast in bed.

 “I hope you're not fooled by my sweet looks Clair?” Emelia pushed her out her way, before closing the door, she stopped, turned, and stared at her from head to toe. 

“Don't be mistaken, I do want a man in the streets but a beast in bed”