Chapter 9: Unexpected (3)

"The Moon is up."

Someone behind the door exclaimed.

That was their signal.

Marcus looked at his soon-to-be mate with loving eyes. He nervously asked, "You ready?"

Giselle took a deep breath before firmly nodding. Let's get this done!

As they heard the wedding song play, they pushed the door to the garden open. Marcus held Giselle's hand in his; they walked down the aisle together.

At first, when Giselle saw all the eyes on her, she was literally shaking. However, Marcus stayed closed to her, his warm body heat transmitted through her white glove, making her heart stay calm. Giselle reassured herself that she was going to be okay.

She looked up to Marcus, signaling for him to go. 

Marcus beamed, the Alpha leaned in, placing a peck onto her forehead.

Giselle felt burning at where his lips touched her through the thick veil. Her heart skipped a beat, and her wolf...her wolf was strangely quiet.

The people who attended the ceremony stood up when they saw the two of them. For a moment, everyone's sights were on the two main characters of the night, Marcus and Giselle. Everyone's face has different expressions on them. Some people were happy, some were confused, some were unhappy, but what they thought was not important to Giselle. 

At least when Marcus was holding her hand, leading her through the crowd, he was holding her hand tight. Giselle felt so right yet so wrong, but nothing mattered then.  

Marcus led her, slowly walking on those white rose petals, and headed straight for the ceremony table where the priest

was waiting.

The wedding ceremony was held at Bailey's castle, which was hundreds of years old then. Normally, the Baileys rarely returned to the place. It was said that since the accident that killed Alpha of Bailey's pack happened, Lady Bailey and Marcus had not returned to this place much. The two only came back for a few hours on special occasions, but never overnight. 

The entire ceremony was decorated with the theme of a rose, white roses to be exact. Even the aisle had white rose petals laid out. By looking at the design of this ceremony, everyone could have had an idea of how much Marcus had put his heart into the decoration; he adorned everything with roses, which was Tina's favorite.

However, it was also quite ironic. Because did Tina have the dignity of the rose?

The intense smell of roses in the air made Giselle feel dizzy and a little bit of a migraine. Yet, fortunately, it also made her eucalyptus scent more or less drowned out.

Giselle shook her head, trying not to think about Tina.

The wedding was held in the garden of the castle. According to the Baileys' custom, the ceremony would only be lit with candles, but not too many candles, because that would overwhelm the Moon. They did not want that. 

The Moon would be the God of Witness in such an important ceremony as this day's ceremony.

Tradition said that the Goddess of the Moon is the gentle mother of the werewolf. Legend told that once a werewolf is born, that pup is blessed with a destined mate. Werewolves called those destined mates: soulmates. 

In their lifetime, some would meet their soulmates. Some would not. If they met their soulmate, they would have had imprinted on them. Then, no one or nothing could separate them, even the Goddess of the Moon.

But what if they did not? Then nothing would change. They would go on with their life, find mates of their will, and get married. Most of the werewolves were in this state. They did not meet their destined mate. 

The number of werewolves who had met their soulmate in their lifetime was just a few, and it happened in a pretty occasionally time. It was so rare that the all "the Goddess gave you a soulmate when you were born" thing became a mystery then. Yet, when they all thought it was a mystery, Lady Bailey and her mate recognized each other as "soulmates". It was such a blast.

Lady Bailey and her mate found out they had been destined together by the Goddess of the Moon on the day of their wedding. It was not until when they knelt in the moonlight that they knew they were destined to be together. And they were really happy until the day her mate left her. 

Lady Bailey unconsciously touched her pendant, feeling bittersweet.

Concurrently, Marcus and Giselle arrived at the small table in front of the priest. Marcus supported Giselle to kneel on one side of the table, and he quickly knelt to the opposite side of hers. Marcus held Giselle's other hand in his own, cherished. His eyes were filled with expectations.

"Today, we gather here to witness the connection of Mr. Bailey and Miss Brown's souls. The Goddess of the Moon testified and graced you two."

With that, the silver moonlight suddenly shone on Marcus and Giselle, kneeling across from each other at the altar. The Moon radiated the two's shadows on the ground, interlocking them shadows into a perfect entity.

"May Luna blesses you.", Lady Bailey whispered.

The moonlight was getting brighter, clearer, and focused only on Marcus and Giselle. All of sudden, they both felt something within themselves, and their inner wolves felt odd. But, it was not bad-odd. It was a good kind of oddly feeling. Euphoria almost.

Their eyes both flared yellow and red. 

Their scents became thicker to another. 

Their breath became shallower. 

Their wolves were restless. They were going wild, mewling and growling. 

At that moment, the two were really sensitive to their significant other's scents.

Giselle felt her inner wolf submerged to that tempting cedarwood scent from Marcus. His aroma was so strong that it overpowered others' scents floating in the air. Something inside of her was clicking. Her heart was pounding in her chest like it wanted to break free. And her wolf, too. Her wolf also wanted to break free from her control. It wanted to run to its...mate.

Not only Giselle's inner wolf was out of control but also Marcus, too.

He felt strange. There was not a rose-smelling molecule that entered his nostrils but, on the contrary, the smell of passionate eucalyptus that captivated his lung; clouded his mind and made his wolf go wild. His heart rate increased in just a matter of a second. It was beating so fast that he felt as if it could burst out.

He wanted his mate.

Something deep in their mind was telling them that Luna had blessed them.

"I accept you as my mate, until the end of time."

No one insisted on him, no one forced him, no one told him to repeat after them. Those words just came out of his mouth so naturally. Like it was in his vein. Like it was his instinct. It came out so easily.

And so did Giselle.