Wedding day

~WEDDING DAY~

Okay, dramatic pause, check.

“She alone could consume human food. Not because she was just a wolf…” His voice drops to a whisper.

“But because she was a Goddess incarnated into a wolf’s body.”

Then his eyes darken, haunted.

“After Arielle died,” he continues, voice heavy, “generations of our kind attempted rituals, cleansings, incantations, sacrifices, anything to possess the power she held. But all failed. Most returned weaker, broken and a few died trying.”

My stomach flips.

The room is dead silent.

My stepsister clutches her chest.

The doctor looks ready to faint.

And me?

I stare at him…

And almost burst out laughing.

“So wait,” I say slowly, pointing at the half eaten slice on my bed.

“You’re telling me, I’m a goddess because I ate pizza?”

Doctor Kael’s expression does not change.

He nods.

Reverently.

“I am saying, Clary that the impossible lives inside you.”

I look at the pizza.

Then at him.

Then at the pizza again.

“Doc please, that’s crazy.”

My mother’s voice drops to a whisper, trembling, almost pleading.

“Clary, no ear should hear this yet. And no one can see you eating human food openly.

Not until, we are sure of what this truly means.”

I nod, smiling faintly. “Understood.”

wedding day

The morning light in Athens glimmers across the Acropolis ruins, golden and unreal. The air is crisp, carrying hints of salt from the distant Aegean Sea.

Today is the day. My wedding day and not just any wedding… mine to the most dangerous Alpha in Greece.

The villa where the ceremony will be held is massive, perched on a cliff with views of the city and the sea. White marble columns gleam under the sun, draped in deep red and black fabrics, embroidered with silver runes, a mix of ancient tradition and modern luxury.

The pack is here, eyes alert, bodies tense, waiting for the Alpha. Some humans, important allies, businessmen who have no idea what truly rules them stand at the edges, murmuring nervously, unaware of the power pulsating beneath the villa’s pristine surface.

I stand at the center of the villa’s main hall, my gown heavy and elaborate, silk layered over satin, cut to hug my waist and flare into a flowing train that brushes the marble floor. My hair is done in soft waves, interlaced with small silver chains and rubies that catch the light like drops of blood. I feel like a queen.

Khloe hovers near my shoulder, adjusting the delicate chains in my hair. “I hope you make it alive,” she whispers.”

Imagine what this bitch just said to me. I should have let her marry the Alpha, sit back and watch her struggle to survive. Honestly? I’m a little scared, though.

From the doorway, my father emerges. His expression is unreadable, calm, composed. He steps forward, hands clasped behind his back. My mother follows silently, her eyes heavy with worry.

“They’re ready for you,” she murmurs, voice almost too quiet for me to hear. “Damon, the pack and everyone.”

I nod again, taking a deep breath.

And then the doors open.

He enters like a storm, as always. Alpha Damon. Black suit tailored to perfection, muscles defined under the fabric like dangerous sculpture.

A woman follows him, elegant and composed, yet her eyes flare with unmistakable possessiveness.

I see the subtle tension in her postures, the delicate negotiation of power, loyalty, and desire. Her hands brush his briefly, ceremonial but loaded, a warning that I will be challenged and watched.

“Who could she be?” I ask myself.

He stops a few feet away. His gaze sweeps over me fully, assessing, claiming.

“Clary,” his voice rolls over me like velvet and steel combined. “You stand before me, before the pack, before our ancestors and the humans who walk beside us. You understand what you are pledging?”

I swallow hard, hands clenching the folds of my gown. “Yes,” I whisper, the single word tasting heavy and terrifying.

He steps closer, and I feel the raw power of him in the air around us, in the subtle shift of temperature, in the pull of something deep inside me that recognizes its mate, even if I don’t remember.

“My mate,” he continues, voice lower, “you have returned to me. You have been given life again and still, your soul belongs to me. Do you accept your place beside me, your loyalty to our pack, and your bond to me as my mate by fate?”

I swallow another time, my throat dry. And yet, my body, my instincts, my own hidden wolf inside me rises to meet the call. “I… accept,” I say, louder this time, my voice firm, trembling just slightly. “I accept you and this bond.”

The room hums with energy.

He takes a step closer, and I feel the weight of his presence like a physical force pressing into me.

We exchange vows, pledging ourselves to a forever of commitment and loyalty.

“His hand lingers near my face, heat and dominance mingling. “Do you accept me as I am?” he asks, lips dangerously close to mine.

“I… accept you,” I whisper.

He slides an ancient, powerful ring onto my finger, an artifact that looks both expensive and old."

The pack leans forward almost imperceptibly.

Our lips meet. The kiss is cold, yet strangely tender, collision of desire, authority, and bond forged beyond feelings.

My body trembles, every nerve screaming, every instinct alive. His hands curl lightly at my waist, pulling me closer, marking me as his, claiming the space between us.

When we pull apart, the room exhales with us. My mother wipes a hand across her mouth, eyes wide.

My father stands rigid but nods subtly.

He steps back, eyes still locked on mine. “You are mine now” he murmurs, voice low enough for only me to hear.

“I’m yours,” I whisper, the words feeling heavier and truer than any I’ve ever spoken.

The ceremony concludes with the pack forming a circle around us, chanting softly in ancient tones.

The humans murmur their congratulations, oblivious to the depth of the power surrounding them. My parents step closer, pride and fear mixed on their faces, acknowledging the new bond, the dangerous promise we have sealed.

As the sun begins to dip toward the horizon, casting golden and red light across the villa.This feels like a reckoning. And I am alive, bound, and standing in a world I do not fully remember, but one I am beginning to own.

*********

I stand in Damon’s room, the steam from my shower still clinging to my skin, scented and soft. I slip into a sheer nightie, delicate fabric barely hiding my boobs and the outline of my pussy, leaving nothing to the imagination.

All through the ceremony, the vows, the pack, I’ve been waiting for this moment.

Now, I’m waiting for him to come in and fuck me the way I imagined, just me and the desire that’s been simmering since the first glance.