92. Alpha Dex

So it’s my wedding day.

I don’t think there has ever been a less enthusiastic celebration flung together. Father and Rose are pulling it together whilst I sit in my room brooding. They are answering all of Luna Gwyneth's requests. Ensuring the bouquets will be a certain colour, insisting there are exactly thirty torches lit down the aisle, one torch every two rows.

She described it one letter as a virginal white procession under the full moon. Even my father sniggered at ‘virginal’. There is no point pretending she didn’t have a mate before me. Like it would even matter anyway.

To suggest I’m the virginal element of this set-up would be just as crazy.

/Perhaps she is insane/ Alba offers unhelpfully. He is back to his old ways of finding fault with all my plans. His every desire is to take the motorbike and dash over to Greenway. He wants Kate, he is pining for her. Since working out she is probably our mate he has been in a lovesick overdrive.

His sensible, Alpha-focused minds