Chapter 2: The Wedding, the Warrior

Liosha’s POV

How did I ever agree to this? It all feels so unreal! The pack house is exceptionally busy today. Why wouldn’t it be? No one expected this to happen, at least not so soon. Men and women stomp their feet loudly on the ground as they rush around trying to get everything in order. The gang of beating hearts thumps loudly against the congregation’s chests, loud enough to be heard over their lively chatter. The supposedly soothing, but annoying music doesn’t fail the loudness test as it drones on in the background. All this noise, but my thoughts are much louder than they are. 

“You doing okay?” My loud thoughts are interrupted by the all-too-familiar cheery voice, sounding more concerned than cheery this time. 

“Not really, I’ve had better days, but a girl’s gotta do what she’s gotta do.” I try to act tough, as always; she sees right through me. 

“I know you’re a badass and all, but you don’t have to pretend with me.” She places a palm on my arm and rubs it soothingly. I give a light chuckle. 

“I wish there was another way, but my dad feels this is what’s best for the pack.” 

“I get what he feels, but what about what you feel?” 

“Does that matter?” 

“Heck yeah, it does! You’re going to spend the rest of your life with this man, not him.” She’s right. I groan and walk to the front of the mirror. 

“Well, what am I supposed to do, huh? I spent years trying to prove to these people that I am alpha material, but just because I don’t have a dingdong dangling between my legs, they refuse to acknowledge me!” I sigh in frustration. Izzy walks up behind me and places both hands on my shoulders. 

“We all know you’re an excellent alpha. You don’t have to prove anything to anyone anymore. Once you’re alpha, they’re going to listen to you regardless.” Her voice is soft and relaxing. I sigh again. 

“I know. But it’s too late to turn back now. He’s already waiting at the altar.” 

“Well then, it can’t be avoided. You look as beautiful as ever, so walk down that aisle with your chin up and meet your new husband!” She says as she adjusts God knows what on my dress. 

“Yeah, I can do that.” She gives me a reassuring smile, and I return it. 

“Besides, he can’t be that bad. He’s quite handsome and polite and chivalrous, and strong. I mean, he is the commander of the pack warriors.” I couldn’t help but chuckle at her attempt to cheer me up. 

“Of course! Who doesn’t like a big, strong man?” I say with a smile. 

“Especially if he has a big, strong dingdong!” My eyes go wide. 

“Izzy! That’s my husband’s dingdong you’re talking about!” I’m full-on laughing now, and she laughs with me. 

“Hey! I’m just saying, people who have seen it have never had bad stories to tell.” She raises her hand in surrender.

“Well, I hope I hear no more stories now that he’s married to me.”  

“Amen to that.” She raises a pretentious glass and clinks my imaginary glass to it.  

The door bursts open, and Carmella, Izzy’s mom, walks in.  

“Are you guys ready? Because we are all ready for you!” she says as she walks in and stops when she sees me in my dress, her eyes tearing up. “You look just as beautiful as your mother did when she wore that dress.”  

“Aww, Carmella!” I cross the room to meet her and embrace her warmly. “Thank you so much.”  

“Your mother would be proud of the woman you have become. I wish she were here to see this.”  

“I wish so too, but you’re here; you’ve always been here with me, even after she passed, and it means a lot to me that you’re here to see this.” I let her go, smile at her, and take in the beautiful moment we just shared.  

We hear the classic wedding song start up, and we’re all brought back to the present.  

“Your father is waiting for you outside,” Carmella says, offering me a little smile before she walks out of the room.  

“Okay then, let’s get on with it.” Izzy takes my arm and leads me outside, the bridal train following suit. We step outside to see my dad waiting at the door in his black suit and dark shades. “Alpha,” Izzy greets with a short courtesy.  

“Hello, Izzy,” he greets back. “You all look so beautiful. Especially you, my little munchkin.” He looks at me and smiles.  

“Thank you, Dad.” I smile back, and he extends an arm for me to hold on to.  

“Shall we?”  

“We shall.” I grab his arm, and we begin our slow walk down the aisle.  

Carlos is at the altar, smiling at me as I walk to him. I never really spoke much with him except during training sessions. He’s one of the few who can hold their own against me in combat.  

“Hello, my lady,” Carlos says to me as he helps me up the stairs, my hand in his, my other hand clutching the bouquet. I arrive at the altar, and he shocks me with an adorable kiss on the back of my hand. The blush that creeps up my face is unavoidable. Maybe this won’t be so bad after all.  

The rest of the wedding goes by fast, and, much to my surprise, I have a good time. I eat to my fill, dance the calories away, and am showered with many congratulations from the rest of the pack. But sadly, the fun has to end eventually, and reality resumes. The ceremony is over now, and I am left alone with my new husband in his room. A rather big room, I must admit. 

“Ahem,” Carlos clears his throat, drawing my attention to him. He’s resting against the door frame of the bathroom, his tie undone and his shirt unbuttoned two buttons down, his sleeves rolled up to reveal his large forearms, all still giving him a rugged and handsome look. Well, if I’m going to be thrown into marriage, I might as well enjoy it. 

“I don’t want to talk much tonight,” I say to him, my voice a sultry whisper. 

“So, what do you want to do?” he asks with a raised eyebrow and a smirk playing on his lips. Gosh, he looks so hot. How did I never notice this?! 

I don’t answer him; instead, I rise slowly to my feet. I take my time to kick off my shoes while loosening the lace tied at the front of my dress to conceal my cleavage. I look him dead in the eyes as I run my finger down my exposed cleavage. He’s starting to look hungry; good. He’s still rooted where he stands and doesn’t move a muscle, just watches. I finally break eye contact and slowly trail my eyes down his body, and I smile when I see his bulging member. I look back up at him and do nothing, waiting for his patience to wane. His eyes now bear flickers of gold in them, his animal instincts taking over, and in a flash, he crosses the room and seizes me in his arms, devouring my lips hungrily while his hands ravage my body. 

I am his wife now; I might as well make it a fun ride down to purgatory and back up to heaven, and that’s exactly how I feel as he claims my body as his, taking me on a blissful ride as his newlywed. Maybe this won’t be so bad after all.