Twice The Misery

Chapter 01

Aurora's POV 

Whoever came up with the idea of a big layered white dress for weddings didn’t do such a great job.  

I swear, the thing was trying to murder me. 

First I couldn’t get the stupid corset loose enough to pee, and then I kept stepping on the hem. 

It was supposed to be the happiest day of my life, my wedding day. I was finally going to marry Sylvester Andrews, the guy I had loved since I was a kid. 

But right now I was mostly just sweaty, frustrated, and ready to burn this dress.  

“Aurora! You have to get out of the bathroom, you’ll ruin your makeup!” Kate called from outside the stall.  

“I think this stupid dress wants to kill me!” I muttered, yanking the fabric down so I could finally breathe. 

I stepped out and Kate arched her brow at me.  

“It’s your wedding day. Stop swearing and get dressed. I’m sure Sylvester is already waiting at the altar for you and the whole pack is assembled.”  

“Yeah, yeah,” I said, smiling despite everything. 

Sylvester was everything I had ever wanted. I had waited twelve long years for him to finally pop the question, and today was the day. I was going to say yes to him in front of our entire werewolf pack. 

This was my mother’s dress and I had promised her I would wear it. 

The thought alone made me melancholic. 

Mom had passed away five years ago from liver failure, and on her deathbed I made her a bunch of promises, including never joining the police force and wearing this ridiculous white dress on my wedding day. 

I was still trying my best to keep them.  

“Okay, sit down and let me fix your hair,” Kate said, pushing me onto the stool. 

She tugged and pinned until I felt like I had a whole building on top of my head. When she was done, I looked in the mirror and had to admit I looked pretty. 

My blonde hair was sleek and shiny, my full breasts were squeezed nicely into the dress, and my waist looked smaller than usual. 

Still, being curvy wasn’t always easy. My hips and butt had a mind of their own no matter how much I tried to hide them.  

“Alright, all done!” Kate chirped happily. “Come on, let's go. I heard Sylvester's father invited the Alpha and other pack elders. We can't keep them waiting!" 

"Wait, where's Daphne?” 

Kate blinked, "I guess your bridesmaid is running late, she should have been here with you.” 

Daphne was my close friend and bridesmaid and I was hoping she'd show up on time. But well, I couldn't keep the pack waiting. 

We were about to head out when my phone started ringing. 

It was Gina, my little sister. She was supposed to be here but had to work in the neighboring pack as a coroner. I was still kinda mad at her for missing my big day, so I ignored the call.  

“I'm allowed to be mad for a full week for this, I'm not done…” 

I paused when I heard the loud ripping sound.  

I looked down in horror and my dress had torn badly at my left thigh, showing the sheer lace underneath. 

Kate’s jaw dropped.  

“This is bad,” she whispered. “And it belonged to your mother!”  

I cursed loudly and stomped my foot. I’d had enough of this dress. “Wait here, I’ll get scissors from the kitchen and cut it off,” I told her and marched off before she could stop me.  

I pushed open the kitchen door, still muttering under my breath, when I heard the sounds.  

“You’re so wet, Dee,” a deep masculine voice groaned. “I’m gonna cum inside.” 

A woman moaned softly in reply and curious, I moved closer and pulled the curtain aside.  

There he was, Sylvester Andrew, my groom, with his pants down, thrusting hard into Daphne, my bridesmaid and supposed friend. 

Her ivory dress was bunched up around her waist and she was bent over the kitchen counter like it was nothing.  

My whole world stopped.  

“Oh fuck!” Sylvester swore when he finally noticed me standing there in my torn wedding dress like some horror movie character. 

Daphne jerked away and tried to pull her dress down, but I could still see everything, the hickeys on her neck and her wet pussy.  

“Why?” I managed to choke out. It was the only word I could get past the lump in my throat.  

Sylvester shrugged casually. “Well, we didn’t want you to find out like this. Daphne and I are together.”  

“Together?” I mumbled. “We’re getting married today, Sylvester. How could you do this to me?”  

Daphne rolled her eyes. “Don’t be so dramatic, Aurora. Everyone knows Sylvester only wanted to marry you because your dead father was his father's best friend.”  

I looked at Sylvester, hoping he would deny it, that he would apologize and say it was a mistake. For one stupid second I even thought about forgiving him. But he just shrugged.  

“Let’s just get married, Aurora. Daphne and I can keep it private.”  

That was it. My heart felt like it had been ripped out. 

I yanked off the engagement ring and threw it at his face. “I’m done!”  

“Aurora, don't bring shame to our families!" I heard Sylvester yell but I turned and ran back to the hotel room, tears pouring down my face. 

Kate came rushing in with her sewing kit, but I was already throwing clothes into my suitcase.  

“Aurora, I can fix this, I got needles.” 

"No,” I snapped. 

"What happened?” she asked.  

I shook my head. “It doesn’t matter. The wedding is off.”  

I grabbed my bag, left the bouquet on the bed, kicked off my heels, and walked out barefoot. 

Sylvester was right. I didn’t want to cause a scandal for our families, so I kept quiet.  

Outside, I caught the first taxi I saw and gave the driver the only place I knew I could hide quietly, my sister Gina’s address. 

Although she couldn't attend my wedding due to her usual busy work assignments across town, I knew she'd be excited to have me for a few days until I could clear my head. 

I couldn’t go home, that would be the first place Sylvester and the pack would look and everyone would want to know why I didn't show up for my own wedding. 

Gina’s place was a few hours away and not many people knew about it. It was the only safe spot I could think of.  

The whole ride I kept replaying everything in my head. Twelve years of loving Sylvester. All the promises, all the waiting and he was screwing my bridesmaid on our wedding day.  

By the time the cab pulled up at Gina’s small condo, I was exhausted and numb. I wasn't sure of the address, but thankfully, I saw her green truck parked out front. 

I grabbed my luggage and let myself in.  

“Gina?” I called out, dropping my bags on the couch. “Gina, are you home?”  

I heard a loud clang from the kitchen and walked over. “Gina, I’m sorry I dropped by without notice—”  

I froze. 

A tall naked man was standing in the kitchen with a towel casually thrown over his neck. 

My eyes went straight to his huge cock, then up his sculpted chest, and finally to his face.  

“Not again,” I gasped.  

It was Kaelen Steele. My bully, arch nemesis and worst enemy since I was six years old and he called me ‘ugly duckling’ and threw me in a puddle. 

He turned to me, wide eyed and stared for a full minute, his mouth opened in surprise, clearly as astonished as I was. 

Then he took his sweet time, slowly pulling the towel from his neck and wrapping it around his waist, I could see his fingers shaking slightly. 

"Little…duckling?" I heard him murmuring to himself in disbelief, still gawking at me. 

“What are you doing here?!” I finally recovered my voice and screamed, “get out of my sister's house you oaf!" 

He was still staring at me speechlessly and before he got over his surprise, I saw Gina rush out of the bedroom wearing a thin nightdress and wrapped her arms around his waist.  

“Oh, Aurora,” she said, surprised. “What are you doing here?”  

“What’s he doing here?” I muttered shakily.  

Gina grinned brightly. “Oh, sister, meet my new boyfriend.”  

I almost fainted. “Your what?"