LAVENDER'S POV
From Mum to my supposed soon-to-be husband's voice, I heard them both, but I chose not to answer. They should do their worst if they want to, but I was not planning on leaving this room. The same way he came, he should leave in that same manner.
I did not want to see his face. He was a monster that wanted to take me away from all I knew just because of a single act of kindness he did for me. There are other ways to repay him that did not involve me marrying him.
Or was that why he helped? To get married to me and since he knew Mum was scared of him she would oblige. I asked myself so many questions while I heard every word they uttered. They were not going to convince me to leave this room.
Some of their words almost made me yell, but I chose to restrain myself. I was not going to give them the privilege of hearing me scream at them. I relayed my mind to Mum, and that was it. There was nothing more to discuss.
I heard him threaten to push the door down, but I called it bluff. “He would not d-”
I was not able to say the words in full when I heard the door fall off its hinges. It caught me off guard. I rushed out of my bed, yelling at him, but he quickly carried me. I pounded my hands on his chest and arm, trying to get him to drop me, but he was relentless.
“Let go of me,” I yelled, hitting him, but he walked calmly to the living room as though I was only just a little child throwing a tantrum. Once we got down the stairs, he placed me gently on the couch, and I frowned at him.
“Never do that again,” I warned him.
“I would not have if you came down on your own,” he told me, which made me scoff at him.
“Maybe you should have gotten that as your clue to leave me alone,” I got up, ready to go back to my room.
He held my hand, stopping me. “Let go,” I instructed, firmly.
I could feel the strange aura of this man. It was intimidating and it screamed strength and power, but I was not ready to let that stop me from what I know is right. He could not force me to leave with him. “I will once you promise to listen to what I have to say,” he told me.
“Is that the same way you got to make my mother sell me off?” I scoffed at him.
“No, but please listen to me,” he said.
I stared at him for a couple of minutes, contemplating if I should trust him or not. Out of curiosity, I nodded, granting him access to speak to me on whatever he wanted to. “Fine,” I said.
“Sit, please,” he gently instructed while he let go of my hand.
I did as he asked, and he began, crouching down before me. “I know you think it was just yesterday we made this agreement, but it isn’t. Your mother needed my help some years ago, and as a way of appreciation, she betrothed you to me. She told me once you are of age, you will get married to me. I know she did not inform you before now, and I believe it would have been better if she did, but she did not.”
I listened attentively to what he said and did not try to say a word. “I know you do not trust me, but think of me saving you as an example of how I would take care of you and would not allow any harm to come to you. I’m sorry it had to be this way, but I cannot stay without a wife any longer, and so you will have to come with me. If there was time, I would have let you stay, but I cannot.”
He went on. “I promise not to harm you so long as you comply with all that you need to. No one will harm you so long as you are with me,” he was trying to reassure me.
Even though he was calm, it still did not change the fact that I was used as an exchange tool for what he did for my mother, and I still found it to be unfair to me. No one should have made that decision for me except myself.
“Harming you is not my intention. Your mother needed protection, and usually, this agreement was what came in place of such protection. If there was another way, then I would have taken that instead of making you do this,” he added.
I turned to Mum, who just stood there, looking as though she saw a ghost. She looked frightened and in pain. “Is this true, Mum?” I asked her, and she immediately nodded, tears filling her eyes.
Reluctantly, I turned my attention back to the man that was before me. “Fine,” I forcefully made myself say.
I had no choice, did I? He would have taken me. I had no say in this. This was just some charade to make it seem like I was being given a chance to choose. If I rejected, which I had countless times, it would be useless. I have analyzed the whole situation to deduce this. After all, he made me leave my room without my consent, so this was just some form of formality. “Good,” he said, then stood up. “Let’s go,” he said, not even staring at Mum who stood at the side as merely a spectator.
“I need to send my father a message. Please,” I told him, and after a brief second of thought, he nodded.
Quickly, I took a piece of paper and began to fill it up. My heart felt heavy doing this, but I knew I had to. If I was going to miss anyone, it was any father. He was the best father I could ever ask for. I began by thanking him for all he had done. I did not also fail to add that he was the best father that anyone would wish for. I knew he did not agree with this and must have been made to be silent because of Mum.
Dad was not someone to sit still in situations like this, and I have seen Mum stop him countless times, and I easily knew for this she stopped him from acting. I could already picture his face once he found out I was no longer home.
I told him that it was time to move on as I had been sold to a man I never knew, and life just had to continue no matter how pained we were. I also added that I would be in touch to make him and myself feel better about this separation, and I did not fail to include how I would miss him greatly.
I handed the letter to Mum, who was shedding tears and with shaky hands. She did this, so I saw no reason for her to be shedding tears now that her agreement was finally being fulfilled. I was greatly upset with her for it and did not even bother to give her more than a glance after handing the letter to her.
“I need to get my clothes. I have not packed yet,” I informed him.
“We can’t wait. We have spent a lot of time here already. I’ll get you new clothes,” he told me, which I nodded to without making a fight.
I had no energy for that anymore. He took my hand as I looked around the living room
one last time. “Where are we going?” I asked him, and he replied, “Canada.”
It felt as though I would never be able to come back here. Not once have I left home and never come back, but now I was to leave for an unspecified number of times, and I doubted I would be granted access to come home.
All my memories, my toys, my anger, my happiness, and my celebrations were done within these four walls. I had my best and worst days here. All the time I ran home upset or excited because of my outstanding results in school.
This house was filled with memories, and I did not think I would be leaving it so soon to be with someone I had only just met. I felt hurt and upset, but I could not fight it. I tried, and I lost. My eyes stung, ready for tears to flow, but I stopped myself.
“Let’s go,” I told him as I turned around to face the door, finally leaving for good and never to return.
Life just knew how to mess with me, and I still do not know what awaited me when I got to Canada. My gut told me it was not something good.
ALPHA CARAMEL’S POVI drove to the airport where my private jet awaited our arrival. The closer we got to it, the larger it became. It stood majestically at the center, and I turned to Lavender, who stared at it in awe. I’m sure she was not expecting that we would leave so soon and even better, with a private jet.I got down and was about to turn around to open the door for her, but she did that on her own. I sighed as she rolled her eyes at me, already aware of what I wanted to do. She really did not want to get close to me. I let her be, though, and led her to the door of the airplane.I stood at the side of the stairs, waiting for her to get in. The moment she walked past me, I joined her in, then locked the door. “Follow me,” I told her, which she did without question as her eyes feasted on what was around her.“Sit,” I instructed, and once she was seated, I helped her with her seatbelt.Usually, there would be no seat here, but I made the modifications specially for her. I wanted
LAVENDER’S POV I spun around in front of the mirror for the umpteenth time since I had it on. It was a big gown that made me look fat. The color was so pale I was irritated by it. It looked as though it was dirty even though it was not. I glanced at the maid who had brought it for me, who stood there with a nervous expression. “I don’t like it,” I firmly told her. I had to take it off and put on the only nice clothes that I was given but the problem was that it was nightwear. The clothes I wore to this place have been taken to the laundry and only later today will I be able to get them after it was dry. “Where’s Alpha Caramel?” I asked the maid. “
LAVENDER'S POVI gave myself one last twirl in front of the mirror before stepping out. Luckily, Mitchel was just getting into the car when I stepped out of the building. She was surprised to see me also getting into the car, but she said nothing.I wanted to join in too. I had specific tastes, and I was not going to allow anyone to choose for me. Not like I was doubting her, but I would be more comfortable if I was there. Moreover, I doubted Caramel would be able to tell my right size.We knew each other for how many days, and he already knew what size I put on? I scoffed at the thought. He was definitely trying to pull my legs, and I was not going to let him deceive me into believing he was right. We headed to town.A town I was not well versed in, but the driver knew where we were headed to and dropped us at a mall. From the look of it, it was famous around this part because of how busy it was. It was either that it was just that good for there to be so many people at once when it
ALPHA CARAMEL'S POVI found her action funny. It was not long ago that I arrived in the building. I had been training a few of the recruits, one of the things I loved doing, and even after taking my bath, I chose to be shirtless. After all, no one came into my room without my consent, and she was so cute about it.I had to trick her into turning around again because I felt if she saw it again, she would not bother about it. Now, I was happy that she did not worry about me being shirtless, but then she became worried about my meat.I could not help the chuckle that left my throat on hearing her words. Yes, humans don't take raw meat or they could fall sick. I was not human. We werewolves looked human but were not, which helped to reduce our animal instinct sometimes.However, we still need to use our sharp teeth for something good, can't we? So here I was enjoying my meat when my wife chose to tell me not to, thinking I was making a jab at her cooking skills. Even if she cooked terribly
LAVENDER’S POVBlood oath? The confusion was visibly written on my face. How does a blood oath have anything to do with him calling me his wife? Was that some kind of way to make me his wife? Why are wolves so strange? I expected him to say, why don’t we get married but he instead said this.I opened my mouth to speak, but I knew no words to use, as I was confused. Maybe I had heard wrong. I attempted to speak again, but then Caramel spoke. “I know it’s not something you are used to but it’s to bind us together,” he told me, which proves I heard him correctly. “Why must we be bound together? Do you think I would run away? I quickly threw the question at him and was astonished by his response.I was here now. I could not possibly run even if I wanted to do so. This was miles away from my home. I have never come to Canada before and I doubted anyone would let me leave. I am literally bound here. I was sure the only reason I was allowed to go to town earlier today was because of the gua
ALPHA CARAMEL’S POVI felt like a little child staring down at the thumb that she had licked my blood off of. I could not explain the feeling I had for Lavender. It was love, but I couldn’t help but think there was something else attached to it. I was growing obsessed with her.“Caramel,” I heard her soft voice call me from the door.She was standing at the door putting on the lingerie but with a lace-long lingerie robe to cover up the beauty underneath. My lights were turned off, but I could see her clearly. I walked over to her with calm strides. The moment I stood before her, she raised her head to meet with my eyes.Without a single word, I moved her hair, which she had parted and placed on both sides of her shoulders. She stood still, allowing me, but with her I could sense the nervousness in her expression. Slowly, with our eyes locked, I took off the belt of the robe, gradually revealing the body of a goddess.Taking my hand to her shoulders, I slowly glided the jacket off her
LAVENDER’S POVI turned to the side, a groan escaping my lips as I felt the morning sun on my body. I felt really exhausted and so unwilling to get out of bed for another hour or two, but I knew I could not stay in bed for long. I would not want Caramel’s people to think I was lazy.Speaking of Caramel, I fluttered my eyes open and made sure not to keep them too open, as I didn’t want to go blind by the sun. It was then I remembered the activities of the previous day. I knew I was old to be a virgin, but none of the guys around me ever gave me that comfort enough to let me give them that.However, I was a bit upset. I turned, laying on my back as I stared at the ceiling, my mind replaying all Caramel did to me. I had only met Caramel a few days ago, and here I was already going crazy for him. Caramel was different from all of them. He was a man that knew what he wanted and acted on it. My cheeks blushed red.I never thought I would love being handled in such a way until I met Caramel.
LAVENDER’S POVThe Future Luna? I froze. I stared at her, unable to hide the shock on my face. Wasn’t Luna meant to be his wife? I was his wife, so how was she the future Luna? I wanted to ask, but the words failed to come out. I did not want to believe that it was true. Caramel would not do this to me, would he? I thought he loved me.Rose noticed my shocked expression and was seething with joy from it. She turned to the maid that had wanted to serve my meal. “Come serve me,” she instructed.I got out of my daze, but I still could not speak for a couple of minutes. Rose loved seeing me that way. Once the maid was done serving her, she returned to my side. “Should I serve you, Your-”I raised my hand, stopping the maid from speaking further. “I’ll pass on breakfast,” I told her, then rose to my feet.I turned around to leave, when Rose scoffed. &ldqu