☾☾☾SASKIA'S POV☽☽☽The man is quite tall, almost the Alpha's height but only a few inches off. His formal attire in a well-tailored business suit and slim trousers vividly contrast Mikael's white polo shirt on a jean outfit. Yet, even though he towers over me by nearly a foot, I do not feel the same dominating quality from him. Only Mikael seems to wear the ridiculous aura with pride and pleasure. Must be one of the many facets of being an Alpha."It's been a while." His eyes dart my way, then back to Mikael. "This is her?" He asks with a certain awe mixed in his voice. I resist the urge to cringe at him acting as if he's never seen an adult female before. Or maybe he's surprised by my appearance? I don't know. That would be weird because even I have met a few people who significantly resemble me."Yes. That's the woman I love." Mikael affirms, and I'm thrown off guard for a split second until I remind myself that we are only actors on a stage. Whatever he utters is for a show. His
☽☽☽MIKAEL'S POV☾☾☾My hand grips the steering wheel as I drive twenty kilometres over the speed limit. Home is closer than ever. I can almost smell the pine cones and maples. Feel the electricity zapping through the air, triggered by the barrier over and protecting my people.It puts me in a less ill-humoured mood to be near the pack, having stayed away for weeks in my hunt for a runaway group. My return today was short-lived as the Luna's entrance into the city called for my attention before anything else could be tended to.I guide my attention along the thin line of desiring to be back home instead of the anger awakening in the forefront of my head. She's been terribly quiet throughout the ride. I haven't said a thing either. Not because I lost my command of words suited to this case, but because of the simmering annoyance below the surface of my skin where none can glimpse of it."Only on paper,"Her statement was clearly meant to put me where she thought I belonged, and it's irr
☽☽☽MIKAEL'S POV☾☾☾I have to laugh. A long, hearty laugh. "You'll make me regret it? Now, isn't that something, love? I'd love to watch you do that. Would make me day." I admit, grinning at the red-faced princess.She's so easily provoked that it's my fun riling her up. She appears to be so angry that I'm surprised she doesn't attach both her hands to my neck, attempting to choke me while she wrings the oxygen out of me lungs."You make me want to hurt something." She mutters, shaking her head. I catch sight of a few strays from her hairdo from the movement of her head. With a flick of my fingers, I have the strands of her hair tucked into place behind her ear before I can stop myself. "Don't touch me!" She slaps my hand away, and I chuckle at her overreaction."Seems like you've forgotten that ye wished to visit the bathroom, darling. Are you no longer pressed?""Pressed? What the hell do you mean?""I'm merely asking if you don't feel the urge to go as you'd made yourself out to b
☽☽☽MIKAEL'S POV☾☾☾My lips twitch. She humours me far too dearly, even when it’s not in her good nature. I could watch the Western princess for days and not be bored. The things she says, the things she does, are laughably too droll, so much that I have to berth myself in the present to not lose sight of their deeper meanings. I’d have missed the menace cloistered within her words if not so.“Sorry, but I don’t think I heard your words, love. Care to repeat them again?” I ask carefully, observing how her jade eyes scintillate as streams of the sun bounce off them. She might need this benefit of the doubt I’ve given, and I’m eager to know what her subsequent reaction will be.“I said,” she lours at me, her expression souring. “What if I wanted a divorce?”A good chance. I gave her a good chance, and she’s wasted it. She dared to defiantly repeat her threat a second time despite knowing the consequences of doing so. It’s baffling. Why’s she so nonchalant? Or is it that she’s playing ou
☽☽☽MIKAEL'S POV☾☾☾It’s quiet as I come to in my car. In the driver’s seat, to be specific. It takes some seconds to remember where I’m at, what has happened, what I’ve done. “Awake now?” Waves of velvet serve me the question I know is from the woman I’d tried to kill.“Yes,” I answer groggily. The back of my head still throbs, and a ghastly headache is about to split my skull in two. I reach for the rear of my crown, cutting through the wisps of hair scattered about, almost forming a barrier, and feel a plaster pasted against my head. No, not one. I touch the papery strips and count about five of them.“It was quite a hit.” She mutters, her cheeks whipped pink by an emotion I can’t identify. Is it embarrassment or regret? I expect the latter from her as she’d hit me harshly enough to kill a human. Then again, I did almost slit her throat with my claws. I stare hard at my hands, which have reverted to their form more humanlike to the eyes.“Was it?”“Yeah,” she blushes even harder,
☾☾☾SASKIA'S POV☽☽☽The giant bonfire crackles merrily, emanating sweet, seducing warmth that draws all present creatures to its wide, reaching flames. Its heat is so outspread that it teases me behind massive logs of wood and stone walls as if beckoning on me to make my entrance.Even more coaxing and impatient are the tensions that settle heavily on the shoulders of each werewolf, who are all quiescently rooted on carefully fashioned stools far from the fire. Watchful. Waiting.Little do they know that I’m as unready as any Luna could ever be. I wonder what will happen if I refuse to go out even after fixing myself and looking as presentable as a bride should be for her wedding.There’d likely be an uproar. Mikael might even march his way here to whisk me away like unwilling wives of old. I imagine he’d throw me over his back and clamber onto the stage where the ceremony will take place, making sure to chain me to his side.Knowing the Alpha, he’d probably revel in what he felt he s
☾☾☾SASKIA'S POV☽☽☽ They know where I am. By my scent, it would be a piece of cake for the weres to pinpoint my exact location, but they—men and women—dare not turn their eyes towards nor take a mere sniff in that direction. This moment is as delicate as fine glassware that could easily shatter into smithereens; it is this fragile short while before I finally become bound to Mikael and a part of his pack. His Luna. Before then, no male werewolf from the Guttenbrieg pack is allowed to set eyes on me unless they desire to challenge the Alpha for his woman. The females also do not have the permit to converse with me without Mikael’s permission, as it would be a sign of disrespect for the Alpha and his future Luna. These protocols are in place because I’m not Mikael’s mate. He will not mark me, as we’re not fated to each other. I can’t be a second half to his human or wolf entity. We won’t have to mate in human and wolf forms before the pack as a traditional mate to the Alpha is expec
☾☾☾SASKIA'S POV☽☽☽ He stands at the end of the pathway underneath a beautiful glass arch I’ve been apprised came into existence for the purpose of the wedding. I heave a sigh of despair, letting my shoulders sag, but straighten up when I remember I’m not alone behind the wooden barricade, demarcating the pavement from the carpeted pathway.Beside me, Maggie smiles encouragingly, then, as if on the voicing of an afterthought, gives me a huge hug. I hug her back just as tightly despite my initial surprise. “Thank you,” my whisper widens her lips in a generous smile, and I nod at her, the corners of my eyes crinkling before turning back to embark on my journey.A new sense of warmth fills me as soon as the fresh air hits me in the face. Assorted scents of flowers, herbs and spices follow just as swiftly, assaulting my nostrils, and I welcome them by breathing through my nose and a bit through my mouth. Soon, my senses are bombarded, and it feels like my brain is lagging due to sensory