On the morning that followed, the newlyweds, who had definitely slept in different rooms, made their way towards the breakfast table. Margery, the maid, a seventy-year-old woman, had already prepared a meal for them.
Sandra wasn't sure what she had expected when she came down to the breakfast table, but the Adonis seated right there was certainly not it. Alpha Aztec looked so good that Sandra almost gasped out loud from the amazement.
Today, Alpha Aztec was in black casual wear. He had tight leather pants and a black tank top with his retro-vintage glasses loosely hanging on his tank top. On his neck was a dragon chain, goodness it made him look like some man out of a magazine.
His hair was carefully held up in a bun, with the loose strands intentionally hanging so close to his face. On his ears were a pair of diamond earrings, not to mention the black leather jacket he had hung on his seat. His feet were fitted on Prada boots, the latest batch, and damn, Sandra was thinking of something else.
The man was a walking disaster and yet as Sandra looked at him, she couldn't help but wish she could earth him instead of her breakfast. How a man could be this good looking and have the traits of a piece of crap, was beyond her.
She hadn't even realized she was openly staring until the Alpha with an ego the size of a mountain snapped her out of her trance.
"Take a picture, it lasts longer, love,” Aztec said and Sandra rolled her eyes, before walking and taking her seat at the table. She hadn't realized that Aztec hadn't said a word about her eye roll, maybe since he was busy trying to see whether he could get to the woman, but would he? Santa was in a white dress top and black leather boots today.
"Why’d you wake up so early?”
"I can’t be late for work,” Sandra said as she continued eating her breakfast. She had taken a day off yesterday to attend her sister’s wedding, and had gotten the shock of the day. However, that was life and all she could do at the moment was to simply move on. It was a battle she wasn't going to waste her time fighting with him.
"You have a job?” Aztec asked, unsure of what he had expected. Once again his perception of Sandra was being forced to change. He had been told that he would marry a serial shopper, not a woman who knew how to get her own money and live the life she wanted.
"Where?”
"Marina Designs,” Sandra responded before adding, "I gotta go, see you around.”
"Wait, lemme take you to work.”
As far as Aztec knew, this company happened to be in charge of holding the upcoming annual Shari ball for the Marshall pack, which was also Aztec’s. He had taken up the Alpha position for a little over a year and as one of his key responsibilities, he needed to organize the Shari ball.
His company, the House of Marshall could have organized it, but Aztec needed fresh insights and new ideas. So he had opted for marina designs, the fast-rising event management company that had made it through the ranks so fast.
This company had nothing to do with Scarlet’s family, the Franzels, so he wondered to himself as to why Sandra would even consider working there when they had one of their own.
Maybe she was too independent, but what were the chances that she was just trying to prove that she wasn't a shopaholic like the rumors around had spread? Besides, this looked a little too coincidental for a woman who had a bad reputation to already have work.
"Don’t you think you want to play too much into this husband duty aye?” Sandra asked as she picked up her bag and walked out, after thanking Margery for the delicious food.
"Rule number three of our agreement, which you signed.”
"Fine, whatever. Hurry then, I can’t be late for work,” Sandra insisted. Together, they drove to marina designs where Aztec even realized that Marina had an affiliation with his company, Ace Corporation.
"Thank you and you don’t need to pick me up. Have fun with Beatrice,” Sandra said so earnestly that Aztec was confused.
He had expected Sandra to be a jealous mess, but this woman was just minding her business and wishing him well. That was unheard of and Aztec was curious as to what kind of woman Sandra was. She piqued his interest and he was never easily interested in anything.
"Go on, I'll only drive away when you walk in; the third rule, remember?” Alpha Aztec said and it took everything in Sandra to not roll her eyes at him again. This man was weird, but hey, at least he wasn't Sandra’s problem, right?
"Goodbye, husband.”
"See you around, wifey,” Aztec said before driving away when Sandra walked into her office building.
*****
"The Shari Ball is in a few weeks, do you think the new greedy Luna will be there for it?” One of the servants asked. They all are curious to see whether their Alpha would bring forth his shameless and unethical Luna to the greatest ball of the Marshall pack.
"I don't think so. She’s a human for pit's sake. What does she even know of our customs?” Another countered.
The thought of having a human Luna had never been welcome in the pack for so many years and it was clear that people were just blinded by the fact that the woman their Alpha had chosen was nothing like a werewolf.
"The Alpha won’t let her. If anything, the rumors about her are bad. If I were the Alpha, I wouldn't want her for a bride, but that’s just me.”
"I agree, she’s lazy and greedy. If she’s the Luna we must accept, then the Marshall pack is doomed. I hope the Alpha doesn't make her organize the ball. It’s bad enough that she’s an uncultured—”
"Bad Mouthing the new Luna huh? You guys don't have enough work here, no?” Aztec asked curiously, holding back his anger so he didn't lash out at his people he understood them but if they were this open with their disdain for Sandra, what else were they even thinking of that he never knew?
He had interrupted his servants who were currently in the backyard.
The Alpha had come to check on Margery since she had been working the whole day. It was unusual, but with the changes, Aztec needed Margery and the other servants to make everything ready for their Luna, Sandra.
Even though he wasn't in love with the woman and didn't like her, he had to give her stature or the elders, and more so, his ever-so-strict and insanely keen grandfather would raise questions; most of which Aztec didn't have the patience to answer.
"Oh, Alpha, you’re back,” Margery greeted Aztec, hoping to the goddess that the Alpha didn't hear everything the other servants had been talking about. Then again, one looked at the Alpha’s face and she could tell how screwed they were.
"You wanna organize the ball, huh? Can you do it better than her?” Aztec asked his servants, his anger so evident that he was as close to blowing up.
No one was allowed to disrespect Sandra, except for him.
He could do whatever he wanted with her, consequences be damned, but no one would get that same courtesy. She was his to mess with, his to bully even though she wasn't a submissive human. The bottom line was, she was his and no one else’s. His.
"We’re sorry Alpha,” Margery apologized on behalf of the other wolves. She knew Aztec never rushed into decisions and if he had married the human, then she surely had to be his mate. It didn’t matter how they were bound, but it was required that the Marshall wolves respect Sandra like one of their own.
"Has the Luna come from work?” Aztec asked, like he wasn't about to smash heads on the wall and watch the blood flow.
"No Alpha, we haven’t sighted her yet," Margery responded, seeing as everyone had suddenly gone quiet and looked like the meek wolves from the horror stories. They looked pathetic and their mindsets were wilding.
Aztec had a lot of thoughts about Sandra and he wasn't sure what he wanted with her yet. She had looked so dashing in the morning, that he wanted to tell her, but he couldn't. He didn't want to raise her hopes when he was going to bed with another woman.
When he walked in the direction of the living room, and he paused his steps. He saw that Sandra was wiping stray tears. His Luna had heard what the servants had said apparently. She had felt their anger and rage and more than anything their blatant hatred towards her for being a different species.
Now that he thought about it, he had smelled the beautiful raspberry scent earlier when he walked in, but he had assured himself that it was because Sandra was now living here. He should have been more careful, but then it wasn't like he could shut their mouths all the time.
"Ermm,” Aztec sounded as she stared at Sandra.
"What do you think you are doing? You scared me, you tart!” Sandra said, as she messed her hair in a bid to hide the fact that she had been crying. Her eyes were swollen, and her heart was once again broken.
"What do you think you are doing? You scared me, you tart!” Sandra said, as she messed her hair in a bid to hide the fact that she had been crying. Her eyes were swollen, and her heart was once again broken. "Well, excuse me for coming to check out a very unpleasant horse noise in MY house. What are you even doing? You look like you were dumped from a crane and fell on a tree. You look worse than the birds, damn. It's already bad enough that you look like a lost guinea pig and now you look like a flying duck. Fix yourself up, and meet me at dinner,” Aztec said to Sandra who just looked at the man she was so unfortunate to call her husband. This wolf was really something. Before Sandra could give Aztec a piece of her mind, the man had already walked out, leaving Sandra feeling like she was cursed, for the hundredth time. Maybe she really was, because how else would she explain her unfortunate fate? "God! I wish you would fall on a spike, and never wake up. Dammit,” Sandra frustr
"Yes Luna,” Broderick said before writing to get everything ready. In a few minutes, he was back with the car and an open door, for Sandra to walk in. The Luna of the Marshall pack was worried about so many things and one of them was her life around Aztec’s servants. But then she also knew if she had taken a cab instead of Broderick with her, they would have thought they were winning. She wasn't going to let that happen, not anytime soon anyway. 'Why was I so quick to agree to the damn ball, goodness!’ Sandra scolded herself while Broderick drove her to the company. Maybe she had been a little too angry about what had happened, but then she had been rash in her decision. It was already bad enough that their company had so many things to do at the moment, and now that she had agreed, the documents were probably seated on her desk at the company. 'Well, it wasn't a request it was a command,’ her subconscious reminded her, like she needed another person to be taunting her again.
[THE DAY OF THE EVENT] "The Shari ball is today. Make sure you present yourself well. I will not be embarrassed because of you. Be on your best behavior,” Aztec said to Sandra as he walked down the stairs to the living room. He looked dashing today, but when was he not? Sandra had already gotten used to it, and even though they had barely been married for a week, she was determined to keep her grandmother alive, and that included being on her best behavior with this Alpha. "Yes sire,” Sandra said absentmindedly as she walked to the kitchen. She hadn't yet dressed up and was too preoccupied with whether the people who would come to the ball would like it. Sure, she had done her best to make the event a s
"I'm not your driver, love. I am your husband, and you’re my mate. Sit in the passenger seat,” Aztec said, his voice coming out without any scorn. It was almost like he was being true to Sandra but was that really it? Sandra just heeded what the Alpha said, without even saying another word. With them settled, Aztec drove to the event. While on their way there Sandra was hoping to smell Beatrice on Aztec, but there was nothing. Instead, he reeked of lilies, which was still amusing to her and she couldn't help but enjoy it. It was almost like the Alpha had marked himself as hers, even if it was just for the night. Everyone would notice, but what if that was the plan itself?At the party, everything was going as planned. Sandra welcomed the pack members and Aztec had taken over for a while. Together they looked like the power couple that would always wow the whole of the Marshall pack. Everyone seemed to love them and if Sandra didn't know any better, she would have fallen for that. B
"So, you’re the wife, huh?” Beatrice said, glaring holes into Sandra who just smiled at her like this was the most expected thing at the party. Sandra had lived her life on scraps and people like Beatrice were common to her. She had grown around them and frankly, she wasn't going to do anything with this one. And so she did what she always did with them. The Marshall Luna ignored the insecure girlfriend, Beatrice.The next song came up and people were switching partners, but Beatrice decided to stay with Sandra, which once again, the Marshall Luna didn't mind, well, until this woman stepping on her feet, opened her mouth.“Scarlet! I have heard about you. You're a lazy, greedy woman, you don't deserve Alpha at all!” Beatrice said, her voice almost getting a notch higher. She knew the people around her wouldn't like it if she disrespected the Luna. She knew the customs well."You should respect yourself, sweetheart, you’re beautiful and have brains, I presume. Even if you don’t, that
"Help me, Aztec. Mark me, please!” Beatrice said to Aztec, the moment Sandra walked out of the guest room. She wasn't even bothered by how angry the Marshall Luna was, or even how sad she was that she had been pathetically disregarded. What mattered to Beatrice was that her boyfriend was here and clearly, he hadn't marked the Luna. "What? No, love, you’re not thinking straight now. If I mark you, we may both regret it, and as you well know, we both can’t afford to have scandals right now, alright?” Aztec said to Beatrice as he used one of the towels in the room to wipe off her sweat. The girl was in too much pain and he pitied her this time. "Why won’t you choose me? I'm your girlfriend, aren't I? Just because you married her doesn't mean you love her! I love you and you love me too, Aztec, so what’s stopping you?” Beatrice asked angrily, slamming her hands onto Aztec’s chest. The Alpha’s heart broke for the girl he loved but would never be able to mark. They both knew that. A
[Warning: Mentions of SA] "Aztec! Where are you?" Beatrice’s annoying shrill voice shrieked through the empty hallways, cutting short the Alpha and his Luna's unsolicited interactions. However, Aztec wasn't one to stop. Instead, given he couldn't properly bed Sandra, he decided to brutally mark her, and lay his claim on her. He didn't do it in the kindest of ways and when his fangs dipped into Sandra's unexpecting neck, the woman gave up her resolve. This was the equivalent of assault, but Aztec didn’t care about that. He wanted Sandra and he would make her his. It was his way of punishing the woman for apparently poisoning his girlfriend. "You—” Sandra tried to make out, but nothing could come from her mouth. Instead, she stared at her husband with disgust and disappointment. She had known he was toxic, but this toxic? That was unbelievable and Sandra wasn't going to forgive him this time. This man had taken so much from him. First, it was her freedom, and the love she used to
“Drink! Drink! Drink!”"I’m too drunk already,” Sandra whined out, but her colleagues insisted, and the daughter of Franzel drank, and kept drinking, to the point that she almost blacked out. However, just like everything today, she could sense that things were about to go astray.And it wasn't even going to be about her drinking like a fool anymore."Come around people, I have an announcement to make!” Noah said and Sandra sighed again. Even though she was wasted and hurt, she still was curious as to what would happen with Noah.He probably wanted to shun her in front of everyone, why else would he call for a party when he knew she had an event to deal with? They all knew how events took a toll on people, so why had he even called her when she had been suffering for two whole days on an impromptu project?"As we all know, we have an opening for the design director,” Noah began and that caught Sandra’s attention.She had worked so hard to earn that position and maybe this time, Noah w