When Jessie envisioned her wedding day, she visualised herself surrounded by her wonderful family, all blushing and teary eye that she's getting married. Of course, her family was far from pleasant. In fact, they hated each other. And if under any other circumstances, where she was to get wed, she would have invited none of them. They were too embarrassing to have around, especially her father.
Nevertheless, this was not how she imagined her wedding day. She was not happy. Was confused, and felt fat.
As Jessie stood there admiring her too-thin figure. She frowned at her reflection, that wore makeup for the first time in her life to cover up her overly pale skin. Jessie's hair, which was usually untamed, was now combed neatly today in a curly updo style, something that she didn't do often. She knotted sliver clips in the loose curls, making her wonder how in the hell will she get them out.
The skin on her arm seemed paler than before. As she felt sick to her stomach, which made her face green under the orange looking make-up that caked her face.
"This is definitely not my skin colour. But who cares? No one is here to help me either way. I know zero about make-up and I doubt I look as good as I think I do." Jessie talked to herself.
She wiped the red lipstick off her bow-shaped lip and applied the one that says poly pink.
"What does that even mean?"
She then smacked her lips together, actually liking the oddly named colour.
She slipped the lipstick in her bra, not knowing if she would see such a pleasant colour again.
Jessie sighed, wishing that she could make a run for it. Maybe crash through the window and dash to an awaiting car, but those things only happen in movies and her life was anything but.
"This is real life. It is my wedding day today. A day in which I am to be happy and smiling, but I am far from such. This is a life sentence, to marry so young and fast." She said to her reflection.
Thinking that people her age only got married to get a green card or because of a baby, things like this didn't happen in modern days.
But she thought about it. Things like that did. She watched it a few times on TLC whenever she got the chance.
Jessie frowned at the beautiful girl staring back at her. Not feeling beautiful at all.
She leaned on the vanity for support as she felt another breakdown coming on.
"I should be happy about this, but how can I be?" she sobbed.
Jessie took up a wet wipe, ready to remove the make-up from her face.
Then she paused.
"This just isn't me." Jessie threw down the make-up wipe.
Her natural thick pink lips were being hidden by a too bright pink matte lipstick, her long face was contoured to give off an oval-shaped illusion, the bottom of her nose was way too straight because of contouring as well and her usually lively hazel eyes were now lifeless.
Yet still, she has to get married, or else something might happen to her. Though she didn't know what, but her guess is that it won't be anything good.
"But why I am forced into an arranged marriage?"
"I'm being forced into marriage." Jessie cried.
Then fell into a fit of hysterical laughter, which soon turned into sobs that rocked her body.
''I'm getting married. By force.'' Her voice cracked. ''I can't do this, I can't marry a man I hardly know.''
"I can't do this, I can't, I can't." Jessie repeated to herself over and over, pacing the room that she should get ready in for what is supposedly the biggest day of her life.
''Why am I even forced to do this''? Jessie asked, still talking to herself.
She held my head in her hands, thinking of all the possibilities that could go wrong.
She didn't know the man or woman she was to get married to.
"Like fu*k, what if they are a part of the mob and I get killed?" Jessie questioned herself. "Or worst, they are a part of a cult and I am their sacrifice." She sobbed again.
Suddenly, Jessie straightened up. "Maybe instead of thinking about it, I should just run. No. There are bodyguards at every parameter. I am sure one is at the door."
Jessie gave a small knock on the door just to test her theory, and she was right. A small cough came, followed by a sharp knock.
Jessie felt conflicted, she didn't know who this person was; she has whenever seen him or her before, or even know of his name, yet here she was dressed in white ready to get married to some Mafia, heavily protected healthy man. Hell, she didn't even know it was a man. Could be a female or a dog.
''Oh, the sense of humour my father has." Jessie laughed to herself. "I bet he sold me to some Italian drug lord, but why me and not Janice? She's the eldest. More accomplished, I haven't even finished Uni as yet. I still want to become a veterinarian and own my own animal shelter and grooming dog spa."
Jessie paused. "how did he even find me? "Bloody hell with it."
She paced the length of the spacious room. She didn't even have friends here, not like she had any. But just the fact that they whisked her away from her life so suddenly, she hardly had time to think.
Like seriously, Jessie was in the bathroom when a bag was placed over her head. All she heard were voices and growling. Now here she was, with her bastard of a father telling her to get ready in thirty minutes and her mother standing beside him and smiling like a bloody baboon.
"Move it!"
Jessie smiled after hearing the unmistakable voice of her sister yelling, Kimberly. The youngest of the Thomas siblings, the only one that has a mouth on her and wasn't afraid to kick a*s.
"Jess!"
"I'm in here!” She shouted back, smiling at the thought of seeing her face.
Kimberly was the only female as sweet as honey, that can go from an angel to devil in a second. Zero to a hundred real quick, she liked to say, speaking like a true American even though she's British. She wasn't normal.
Kimmy gushed the minute she laid her eyes on her sister. "Oh, Sissy. Look at how beautiful you are. Too bad this man is still a mystery, well at least he's rich. You should see the bloody garden, with those lovely decorations and the reception area. Ohhh, Sissy.''
"How did you even know where to find me?'' Jessie asked.
Kimmy gave a sheepish smile. "Well, when you didn't come back to her room. I got to thinking, then went home and heard your father talking."
Jessie scoffed. "Our father.''
"In this moment you are the golden child.'' Kimmy said, then spoke about how beautiful the place was.
Jessie pleaded with her sister, "Kimmy, can you focus for even the slightest minute? I'm getting married for crying out loud.''
"Yeah, that. I'm sure it will be fine. I mean, if dad is ok with it, then why not.'' She said.
Jessie frowned. "Because it's dad, the same man that almost lost our house because of drunk, gambling over in Cobh. Heavens only knows how he got there to begin with. And if you think this is a bloody good idea, why don't you go get married to this mysterious sicko, yeah.'' Jessie ranted, trying to make Kimmy see reasoning.
Countering, Kimmy said. "Ow, be happy, yea. Jessie, at least you'll be getting out of this s**t hole.''
"Alright, yeah. And what sh*t hole will I be getting into?'' Jessie asked.
There was a long intense stare-down between them. As usual, Kimberly didn't back down, so Jessie looked away first.
"You have been sneaking around, haven't you?'' Jessie asked, giving Kimmy a pointed look. "I wouldn't call it sneaking.'' Kimmy returned. Jessie scoffed, "so have you seen him, my soon to be husband?'' "I don't follow," Kimmy replied. Jessie stared into Kimmy's eyes and could tell that she was trying to hide something from her. "Come on, spit it out yeah.'' Kimmy spat her gum into a nearby vase. Jessie frowned at her smug look. ''So, have you seen the bloke or not?'' "All I know is that they keep calling him Alpha, so I'm guessing he's a top dog with money, and if I could marry him, I would, but dad chose you, so suck it up, yea.'' "Alpha? That sounds like a werewolf.'' The word sounded odd, rolling off Jessie's tongue. All in her head now were those stupid fantasy books she used to read while attending school, where they would put a vampire and their enemy to fall in love. Silly,
Jessie stopped on the landing of the second floor, contemplating about running. She even pushed at the window, then pretended to be hot and fan at her face, when someone glanced at her. "How far would I get? If these people were really wolves, they would catch up to me." Jessie closed her eyes, thinking that her dad wouldn't be so stupid to marry her off to their mortal enemies. Then again, in his drunk state, he would. Jessie's pulse quickens. After all she had heard about werewolves, she was so scared to marry one. They are very territorial, temperamental, vicious and lived in packs, where everyone shared the same house. The man following behind Jessie coughed to cover up a laugh. She glanced over her shoulder to see what was funny, then wondered if she had farted. She paused to ask him what he found funny, but thought against it. Jessie walked onward to her doom, not knowing what awaited her on the other side
Christian could smell Jessie, her anxiety, her fear, and her anger. Everything. Which made him wish he could be there in the room to reassure her that there was nothing to fear. He made a vow to himself to take care of her with all his wellbeing and to the best of his abilities. "I will introduce her to a life better than what she was used to." Christian vowed to himself. This was the first time in two centuries since a wolf and vampire were to be mated. At first, Christian was furious. He had his eyes set on a wolf already, they have been together for a while, and he was planning to marry her. He hated the fact that the Fates had torn him away from someone he had grown to care about. Now, he was mated to someone else, someone he doesn't know, and was here on his wedding day, which was rushed. But since the message came directly from the Fates themselves, telling him that his mate was a vampire destined for greatness, and will b
Christian extended his right arm. With a sigh, though reluctantly, Jessie took it and together they walked down the aisle at a slow pace as the newly wedded couple. A few people clapped as they strolled by, except for one female in particular. She made a growling sound. Her eyes even glowed and her teeth lengthen as if she was ready to attack Jessie. Jessie glanced up at her husband; he didn't seem to have noticed, even if he did, he hid it pretty well. As if Christian could feel Jessie gazing at him, he smiled down at her, then winked. Causing her heart to stop for maybe the hundredth time today. Jessie was still marvelling at how gorgeous Christian was. Handsome wasn't the word to describe him and the way she felt after laying her eyes on him for the first time. "Is this man my husband for real?" "What will life with him be like?" "What would life be like in a pack? With all these werewolves, I
The car skidded to a stop as it pulled up outside a huge, beautiful house. Jessie's eyes widen at how beautiful it looked. The clean all-white of the painted outside gleamed under the dim moonlight, making it seem as if it was straight out of a fairy tale. The moon laces in full bloom made it even more surreal. Jessie couldn't believe it. This was where she'll be living from now on. And it was already much better than the room she had to share with her siblings. If Christian really does as he said and treated Jessie well, or as an equal, and not be an abusive physio, then she just might be comfortable there. ''Maybe it wouldn't be so bad living in a house full of wolves or a community with them.'' Jessie thought. Like a gentleman, Christian got out of the car first, walked around to Jessie's side of the car, and let her out. It took a great deal for Jessie to get out of the car, even with the help
Christian aggressively wiped at his lips and stared at the pink lipstick that now stained his lips as well. He shook his head to come out of his state of confusion, then chased after Jessie. "What the hell? One minute you are kissing me, the next you are screaming in my face.'' He shouted after her, but because of his state of shock, he moved too slow to catch up with her. That kiss had his senses running wild, his every being had come alive at the sensation. He had always heard about the effect that one's mate had on the other, but he never knew it would be this strong. He was in a daze, and if it was for the familiar scents of his home, he would have lost it. Christian walked to her door and gentle knock, ''Jessie, are you ok, what did I do?'' All he heard was sobbings from inside, but because she locked the door, it made it impossible to go comfort her. Of course, Christian could easily break the door down, but he did
Jessie closed her eyes and prayed before eating, something that was beaten into her from a young age. Peter, her father, had always said that they should be grateful for the meal that was provided, because he didn't have to feed her or her siblings or know when God will provide for another. Which was right, he had all the food to himself, and preferred to feed his wife and his namesake. All he gave Jessie and his two other daughters were what's left, the scrapes, which wasn't much. A slice of stale bread to share for them, a chicken breast or one baked potato. And that's it. They were expected to never complain or ask for more. It was after getting a full scholarship to uni did Jessie know a belly full; When she opened her eyes, Christian was staring at her with a confused look. A small smile spread across his face as he nodded to himself. Confused, she asked. "What is it?" But got no response from him. "Tell me about yo
Jessie and Christian sat together talking for a while in the kitchen until Jessie's eyes start closing down and her head was nodding, while listening to Christian's soothing voice. "Time for bed." Christian took Jessie by the hand, then unexpectedly lift her up and brought her up to her room. She reclined her head on his chest, listening to the fast speed of his heartbeat; it was as if his chest was filled with hummingbird wings instead of a heart. Completely different from that of a vampire or human. Jessie knew for a fact that she will be in for a wild ride. She closed her eyes in thought. 'Am I ready? Maybe not, but for Christian, I'll try my best.' Christian leered down at his bride, noticing how perfectly she fit in his arms. "Damn it.'' He sighed out. Jessie opened her eyes to stare up at him, noting the deep frown between his brows. "You can put me down if I'm too heavy.'' Jessie sa