Sebastian
“You may now kiss the bride”
The words that I have dreaded to hear since this day started. I don’t do kisses. Never have, never will. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not a virgin. I fuck, but that’s the extent of it. My mouth doesn’t go anywhere near women or their body parts. Kissing Red on the cheek is the furthest I’ve gone with having my mouth on any woman. Miranda included.
The joyful guests cheer on, wanting Red and I to give them a show. A show that’s not going to fucking happen. I stare at her. Her eyes are wide in panic and mouth is open. As if she has been caught like a deer in headlights. She doesn’t know what to do. She stares back at me waiting for my signal.
Wrapping one arm around her waist and the other at the back of her head. I swing her around so that my back is facing the guest. From this angle, I’ve blocked their view and that suits me just fine.
I dip my head. Instead of kissing her lips, I kiss her neck. With how short she is and how tall I am. People won’t be able to tell that I haven’t kissed her like I should. Their happy cheer confirms that they believe in the farce.
A tremor travels through her entire body. Making me frown. I don’t like that. Because it means she’s reacting to the kiss.
“Red” I murmur in warning. Making her jump a little. Her eyes turn to look at me in something close to guilt. Or is it an apology?
“Sorry” she murmurs. Her eyes shifting nervously.
A part of me thinks this is a bad fucking idea. Lauren seems like the type to fall in love easily. To give her heart readily. In this case it’s stupid because she would just be hurt. Again. My heart can’t beat ever again. It’s already dead.
So many women have tried reviving it. They all failed and ended up with shattered hearts. I warned her about falling in love with me. If she has any sense she’ll fucking heed to the damn warning.
I let go of her and turn. Putting my mask back on while holding her small hands in mine. The guests are still cheering. Most are business associates. While some are pack members and neighboring packs. The rest of my pack is back on our land preparing for the mating ceremony.
We walk down the aisle as flowers rain down on us. If it wasn’t for the fact this was necessary someone would already have lost their heads. I honestly don’t understand why women love this mushy shitty stuff. It’s fucking disgusting.
The wedding reception isn’t that far off. So we headed there. The happy chatter surrounding us is fucking nauseating and I’m dying to have this day over and done with.
“Congrats Bash” Micah claps me on the back once we are seated. He has a big fucking smile. I don’t know what the hell he was so happy about. He knew that this wasn’t real.
He’s the only one who can get away with clapping me on the back. And not always. We have known each other since we were pups. Our parents were best of friends and we just clicked. We’ve been inseparable since.
“Thanks” I force a smile.
Fuck! This was fucking exhausting. I hate every minute of it.
He turns to Red kissing her hand. “You’re a breath of fresh air my Luna. Welcome to the fold”
“Thank you Micah” Lauren replies. Smiling like the happiest of brides. Everyone watching would believe that she was indeed a happy bride but I can see through it. I see the tension rocking her body.
Everyone soon settles down and the reception begins.
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It was night time by the time the human celebration ended. We had to perform the ritual before we could call it a day. Something I’ve been craving since this morning. It took a lot for me to keep up the farce. Usually in this type of celebration I didn’t have to. With this one though, I had to make it look real.
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: The Alpha and His Contract Luna (Lauren)
Did a teenager write this? I wanted to like it but it’s overly dramatic and the character arc is non-existent....
I don't think the the plot for krystals book is something I would like to dark. I would had thought Krystal and something with Jax would have been a better plot....
Finally I'm fucking done author please research heavy topics extensively before writing about them again. When you don’t you often end up victim blaming alot...
I don't even feel sad about Raya fuck her there’s allot of things that trauma is responsible for and letting the people you love die while you enjoy watching isn’t fucking one of them like the authors writing when it comes to these topics are fucking piss fucking put like the victim blaming the dismissal of valid feelings the excuses for the people who hurt her like eww don’t ever touch on subjects like these until you’ve done the appropriate extensive research on these topics. Then ill read your works that touch on these subjects again. The only reason I’m still here is cause ive already started the story....
I knew the goddamn therapist was a fucking weirdo...
Again the therapist is incorrectly saying what’s going on. If Raya took the empirical trauma it’d be Raya that she’d be talking to. Mayra took the emotional AND physical trauma of what’s going on and both Raya and Mayra are experiencing shared mental effects of that trauma with Raya experiencing the effects on the more angered and blaming side. None of this makes Mayra a terrible companion it actually makes Raya a terrible companion if you want to place blame....
Bruh can’t she just get the moon goddess to like give her a new wolf or remove her from the one she got ? She gone be human either fucking way with the way that bitch of a wolf be acting...
The therapist is fixing weird like she was doing so good till she fucking invalidated Mayra’s feelings towards her baby that was forced upon her by her realist that popped up before she was even done healing like what ? Its normal for victims to feel that way towards a rapper baby and what the therapist should have fucking said was yeah Mayra it’s normal to feel that way you’re still haunted by your rapport and haven’t yet healed and it doesn’t help that your daughter looks like him once healed you could make a decision on whether you want to be in her life as her mother or give her up for adoption it’s all up to you but for now you need to focus on healing before attempting to mother a child who looks like your rapist. In the meantime have your child stay with a trusted person so that you can heal and make the correct decision for yourself as a healed woman. But no the therapist says try loving her and being a mother to your rapists child right now even if you haven’t healed yet. Like huh ? You’re fucking weird and the author is weird for this as well. Maybe before writing about a touchy subject please do more research In terms of how to go about the aftermath of trauma and healing because this invalidated a lot of rape victims who hated their children before healing and coming to love and care for them without blame....
We’ll do e. I enjoyed every moment....
Danke :)...