Reclaimed By My Alpha (Natalia and Andrei) novel Chapter 149

Chapter 149

Natalia

They dragged me from my post at dawn. The scarred female rogue had a gleeful expression on her face as she shoved me toward a nearby tent.

“Time to get the blushing bride ready for her big day,” she sneered.

Inside the tent, they’d laid out what could generously be called a wedding dress. It was a torn white pillowcase, basically, with holes cut for my arms and head. The fabric was stained and reeked of mildew.

“Put it on,” she ordered.

I stared at the pathetic excuse for a dress. “You’re joking.”

“Do I look like I’m joking?” She grabbed my arm so hard her nails dug into my skin. “You should be grateful we’re not marching you out there butt–ass naked.”

Two other female rogues had joined us in the tent. They roughly stripped me out of my nightgown, ignoring my protests. The “dress” went over my head, and I immediately felt exposed. The fabric was so thin it might as well have been transparent, and it barely even covered the upper portion of my thighs.

One of the rogues produced a brush that looked like it hadn’t been cleaned in years and started yanking it through my tangled hair. I gritted my teeth against the pain, refusing to give them the satisfaction of hearing me cry out.

“There,” she said when she was done. “Pretty as a picture.”

I caught my reflection in a cracked mirror propped against one of the tent poles. I looked like hell. My face was gaunt from two days of barely eating, dark circles ringed my eyes, and the pillowcase looked like a mockery.

But I made a mental promise to the woman staring back at me from the reflection: I wouldn’t let that rogue leader touch me. I would claw his eyes out if I had to. Hell, maybe this was a good opportunity to escape; get him in bed for our “wedding night“, then fucking kill him and make a run for it.

But with my wolf still asleep… Could I really fight him off with my skills alone? What if I was guarded? What if half the male rogues here decided to join us in our honeymoon suite?

I tried not to think about those possibilities.

Once I was ready, they marched me out of the tent and toward the center of the camp, where the other rogues had gathered. Someone had built up the fire pit, and torches had been stuck into the ground around the perimeter. How… festive.

The rogue leader was waiting near the fire, dressed in what looked like a stolen suit jacket over his usual filthy clothes. His yellow eyes gleamed as I approached.

“Beautiful,” he said, gaze raking over me like a piece of fresh meat. “Absolutely beautiful.”

One of the older rogues stepped forward, holding what appeared to be a rather beaten–up prayer book. I doubted any real church would recognize whatever ceremony they were planning, but apparently they wanted to make it official.

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“We are gathered here today,” the officiant began, “to join these two souls in matrimony”

My stomach churned. This couldn’t be happening Damon had to be close. He had to be.

“Do you, Boss, take this woman as your mate?”

“I do,” the leader said immediately,

All eyes turned to me. The officiant cleared his throat. “And do you-”

“I don’t even know your real name,” 1 interrupted, stalling for time,

The leader’s jaw tightened. “Marcus will do.”

“Do you, Natalia, take Marcus as your mate?” the officiant continued.

I opened my mouth, planning to tell them all exactly where they could shove their wedding ceremony, when a loud, furious howl erupted through the air.

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