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1,948,280	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":1948269}'	Yes	2024-07-30 19:15	active	1193	486064074027075	🔥🔥 Click to Read 👉🏻👉🏻	The noise was coming from across the hall. The jubilant exclamations. "Oh yes! Oh Alpha!"<br /> <br /> It hit me with a waive of nausea. My husband, my mate... was sleeping someone else in his bedroom across the hall. By the sounds of things, the woman was enjoying it a lot more than I had. I grasped my phone, but there was no use in calling anyone now. I knew the sickness that I had could not be helped by any doctor. There is no cure for the pain of an unfaithful mate. I knew it. And he knew it. He knew exactly what he was doing to me. I curled up on the floor, but there was no way to get any relief. I heard his lover scream in desire, just as the pain became so unbearable that I lost consciousness.<br /> <br /> That is how I woke up. Fell on my bedroom floor, smeared with my own blood. The stabbing pain was over and gone, but the ache of betrayal remained. It didn't matter that he didn't like me and I didn't like him... there was a thing that bonded us together that was beyond our control. My poor wolf was crying , whimpering, traumatized.<br /> <br /> I had just barely exited the room, when I felt an iron grip bite painfully into my arm, and spin me into the wall. I found myself face to face with Nolan.<br /> <br /> "Let me make something perfectly clear," he growled. "I do not want you, and I do not need you. You are only here in this house because my father is an old-fashioned fool. I will marry you to fulfill the treaty contract, but you will never be the Luna, and you will never be my mate." As if to punctuate his rejection, he gave me an extra shove against the wall, and then he stalked off in the other direction... and I was left staring after him... my mouth open, my face pale, and my arm aching.<br /> <br /> It wasn't a real rejection, right? I mean if he was formally rejecting me he would have to say the words. "I Nolan Pierceson of the Gold Mountain pack, do hereby reject you Nina..." And then I would reject him back, and the bond would break. But he hadn't said those words, exactly. Still there was a pain in my chest like something was ripping away. It was powerful enough that I had to hold my chest and gasp for breath. A few other people were trailing out of the dining room now, casting curious glances at me, and I knew I had to get upstairs before anyone started asking me questions that I couldn't answer. I was tired now, and I didn't really care who saw me limp as I dragged myself to the stairs and made my slow, painful climb up three flights. "Are you all right madam?" someone asked. I didn't even look at them, just ground out, "I'm fine." and kept climbing. Once I was at my floor, my legs were so bad I could barely walk at all. My left leg dragged, and I used the wall to balance as I made my way down the hall to my own door. Once inside I turned the lock, and fell across downstairs.<br /> <br /> ...<br /> <br /> I knew it was bad news when Daddy called me into the office to talk. When we want to discuss something nicely as a family, we do it around the dinner table. We don't get called into the office unless we are in trouble. As I followed Beta Phillip through the pack-house, I felt that heavy sense of foreboding weighing me down. I saw a sort of pity in Phillip's face when paused to let me catch up, and glanced back at me. I was already searching my mind, trying to think of what I might have done to get myself in trouble... but I'm really a pretty boring girl. I couldn't think of anything that might have triggered my father so badly that he would call me into the office.<br /> <br /> We came to a stop in front of the heavy oak door. Phillip knocked twice, and my father promptly called, "Enter!" Phillip opened the door, and stood aside for me to precede him into the room. It was so formal, it felt all wrong. And then he closed the door again, shutting me inside with my father. Daddy was hunched at his desk, and he didn't look happy. His handsome face was haggard, and somehow, he looked older today than he had just a few days ago. "Sit down, Nina."<br /> <br /> I limped to one of the leather wing backed chairs that faced his desk. I didn't limp because I had any recent injury, I just had bad legs. I sank gingerly down on the leather, sitting on the very edge, because somehow it didn't feel safe to relax. Daddy wasn't looking at me... he was looking at papers on his desk. He cleared his throat several times, as if he was struggling to find the right words. When he looked up, his face had hardened, and when he spoke, he spoke with his firm Alpha voice. Not his Daddy voice. That made me shrink back further into the chair.<br /> <br /> "Nina, as part of the treaty negotiations with the Gold Mountain Pack, I have agreed to a marriage alliance. You, Nina Boyton, will marry the Alpha's son, Nolan Pierceson on the next new moon."<br /> <br /> I felt like someone had punched me, knocked the air out of me. "What? Daddy! How could you??" I ,whispered in shock. Arranged marriages were an archaic thing of the past. Nobody did that any more, did they?<br /> <br /> Daddy looked pained. "I did it for the sake of our pack, Nina. We are a small pack, and since your mother..." he couldn't quite bring himself to say the word "died"..."We are weak and vulnerable. We need the protection of a larger, stronger pack. This political alliance will ensure our safety and our survival."<br /> <br /> I felt so many emotions whipping through me, I couldn't grab a hold of them. "But... why me?" I had two sisters, one older, and one younger. Janice was smart and strong, one of our best warriors. And the younger, Hannah was the beautiful one. None of us had found our mates, we were all single and available. I was almost sure if the Alpha of Gold Mountain had ever seen the three of us, he would have picked one of them. Not me. I am the most ordinary, non-descript, and insignificant of the Alpha's daughters. And then it hit me like a slap in the face. Without my father answering me, I knew why he had sacrificed me. I'm the weak one. I'm the expendable one. I'm the one with the "bad legs".<br /> <br /> "Its not what you think, Nina." My father said quietly. "It has nothing to do with your... condition." He never knew quite how to refer to my inexplicably weak legs. The pack doctors hadn't been able to diagnose the problem, even the human doctors had shrugged me off after a battery of inconclusive tests. I waited for him to explain. But my father didn't elaborate further, and that irritated me.<br /> <br /> "Don't I get a say in this? Don't you need my consent before you sell me off "for the sake of the pack"? What if I refuse?"<br /> <br /> My father's face blanched for a moment, and then darkened. "If you refuse, I will disown you, and you will be exiled from the pack."<br /> <br /> His words hit me like a slap in the face. My own father would throw me out of the family and out of the pack and make me go rogue? Who was this man, behind the desk? Surely this wasn't my Daddy. He wouldn't have done this to me. I felt a hot tear run down my cheek, and I could only think, if Mama had been alive, she never, ever would have allowed him to do this to me. For a few moments I seriously considered the option of refusing and being exiled. I didn't really stand a chance, as a lone she-wolf without a pack. I wasn't physically strong enough, but more importantly... I couldn't stand the idea of being forever separated from the family that I loved. Daddy was doing something terrible at that moment, that broke my heart. His responsibilities as Alpha had to come first... even if it meant sacrificing his own daughter. Although everything inside me was raging against it, I had to obey his order. Not only for him, but for the pack that I loved.<br /> <br /> My shoulders slumped forward in defeat. I could no longer meet his eye, and stared down at my toes instead. I couldn't find the words to speak, so I simply nodded. I didn't see his face, but I could hear the relief in his voice. I wonder if he'd secretly been worried that I would actually choose exile over a forced marriage. But when he spoke, it was the heartless, stern, Alpha voice again. "You will pack up your things. You will leave tomorrow in the morning."<br /> <br /> My head jrked up. "So soon? But you said, on the new moon?"<br /> <br /> "I said the marriage would take place on the new moon. The alpha has requested you to come immediately. Gretta will come and help you pack." He shuffled the papers on his desk, as if they were suddenly more important than his daughter. "You are dismissed."<br /> <br /> Dismissed? I don't ever remember my father speaking to me like that... like I was some underling to order about. I made my way back to my room in a stupor, passing pack members in the hall but not really seeing anyone, or hearing their greetings. I shut the door in my room and managed to lean back against it before the strength left my legs and I sank to the floor. Being forced to marry a stranger was bad enough, but it had deeper, more far reaching implications. I would be forever tied to a man I didn't love, and I would never get to experience the joy and completion of finding my mate. That's what every wolf longed for, as soon as they came of age. To find your goddess-given soul mate, the magical person who would complete you and make you whole. All happiness and satisfaction was tied up in that one, fated person. And I would be denied it, forever. Great big tears of self pity rolled down my cheeks as I absorbed the unfairness of it all.<br /> <br /> After awhile a knock came at the door, and Gretta, a sweet little omega who worked in the pack house poked her head in. "I was told to come assist you, Miss Nina." I sighed and hauled myself to my feet. I might as well resign myself to my miserable fate.<br /> <br /> "I need to pack," I said dully. "I'm leaving in the morning."<br /> <br /> "Oh, of course." She was too submissive to dare to ask where or why. I wondered if my sisters knew already, or if they were being kept in the dark too. I wasn't sure I could face them right now. I pulled two suitcases out of my closet that I had only used once when mother took us on a trip to Mexico. "What exactly do you want to pack?"<br /> <br /> I sighed and pulled open my drawers. "Just the absolute essentials Gretta," I said, pulling out my favorite clothes and throwing them on the bed. I was a no-nonsense kind of girl when it came to fashion. I preferred comfort over style, and I didn't own many nice or fancy things. I pulled a couple of nice dresses out of the closet and tossed them on the pile, for formal occasions. I wondered idly if there would be a real wedding dress for this farce of a marriage, or if we were just going to stand before the officiant in our street clothes while it was made legal.<br /> <br /> I looked around my room, trying to gauge what other things I needed to take. I slipped my mother's delicate porcelain jewelry box into the bag, wrapped carefully in one of my sweatshirts. There was the picture of my sisters and I, taken several years ago, our arms looped around each other, smiling happily at the camera. There was my leather bound journal, and my laptop. Other things seemed too childish to take to your marriage home... like the old, worn stuffed bear that had graced my pillow since I was six years old. But I did finally take the fuzzy lap-blanket, printed with cheerful sunflowers and butterflies, and tuck it in the top of my bag. After adding in the practical toiletries and other necessities, I sighed and declared the work finished. I felt a little sad that the entire of my 19 years of life could so easily be condensed into two suitcases, and another fat tear rolled down my cheek.<br /> <br /> I'd never felt so worthless and unloved in all my life. But now I had to face the facts. My own father considered me expendable. The Gold Mountain pack had demanded a bride, and I had been, quite literally, thrown to the wolves. A part of me wanted to call my sisters, to cry to them, to tell them how scared and worried I was about this great unknown responsibility that had just fallen on me... but I couldn't. I suppose I resented them. They would go on with their normal, happy lives after I left. My fate didn't matter much to them, in the grand scheme of things. Their sympathy at this point would only make me feel worse.<br /> <br /> I thanked Gretta for her help, and quietly closed the door behind her. My suitcases were standing neatly by the door. I grabbed my old, well loved teddy bear and curled up on the bed, and tried to shut my mind to all the hurt and all the worries that were eating at me. My mother would have said, "Chin up, sweetheart. Face the world head-on." Thinking of my sweet mother only made me cry harder, until I fell into an exhausted sleep.<br /> I awoke to a timid knock on the door. Dawn was barely breaking outside my window, and I was still sprawled across my bed in yesterday's clothes. My eyes felt puffy and gritty from crying. I had never eaten dinner, and my stomach was complaining. "Miss Nina?" Gretta called timidly. "The Beta says you should be prepared to leave in one hour."<br /> <br /> One hour. Jeezus, they weren't wasting any time in shipping me out of here. I dragged myself to the shower. The pain and weakness in my legs was always the worst first thing in the morning. I braced myself against the sink while I stripped down, and turned the shower on as hot as it could possibly go. I scrubbed and scrubbed at my skin as if I could wash away whatever fault, whatever weakness had made my father choose me. When my skin was pink and irritated, I washed my long, dark hair, and stepped out in a billow of herbal scented steam. What were you supposed to wear when you were being traded off to another pack? I felt like I should wear something black and ugly. After all, I was mourning the loss of my life, my hope, my freedom. But I decided against the funeral garb, and opted for a sun dress that was pretty, but casual. The bright turquoise color went well with my dark honey skin, and made my eyes look more gold than brown. I pulled my hair up into a lose bun, and fastened my favorite turquoise beaded choker around my neck, with the dainty, matching earrings. I stared at my reflection critically in the mirror. No matter how flattering the clothes, or pretty the jewelry, the young woman staring back at me was still just... me. The epitome of ordinary. Neither tall nor short, fat nor skinny, pretty nor ugly. I was simply unremarkable in every way... unless today you counted the fact that my eyes were still red and swollen and I was more pale than usual.<br /> <br /> At precisely 7:00 am there was a sharp knock on my door. I opened it, expecting to see my father, but instead it was his gamma, Pedro. "Miss Nina, your father said I am to drive you to the Gold Mountain pack. Are you ready?"<br /> It was a two hour drive from our small pack to the much larger Gold Mountain Pack territory. But you know when you DON'T want to arrive somewhere, it seems like the journey goes in the blink of an eye. If I were looking forward to this meeting, the two hours would have seemed forever. As it was, Pedro drove silently. My father's third had always been open and friendly with me, so I wondered if my father had given him orders not to talk to me. That hurt. Hurt on top of hurt seemed to be the order of the day. And I was hungry. I never went down for dinner the night before, and I had been rushed out of the house before I had a chance to eat breakfast this morning. With every grumble of my empty stomach, my mood was growing a little darker.<br /> <br /> I'd never been into Gold Mountain Territory. I'd only heard stories of the notorious pack. They were big, and strong, and brutal. Their warriors were considered the best, the elite, and reportedly trained relentlessly. They had no mercy on their enemies, and had reportedly wiped out entire packs who had betrayed them in one way or another. But I always took these kinds of stories with a grain of salt. Every pack wanted to be known as the biggest and the baddest, and stories tended to be exaggerated to bolster that reputation. My impression as we crossed the boundary and entered into their pack grounds was of absolutely beautiful, wild looking gardens, and a huge manor that would have fit our pack house inside it four times. It was T shaped and sprawled out into three wings, a beautiful structure built from native stone, with big windows framed by black shutters. It was fronted by a huge veranda and two big ornate doors that opened into the main hall.<br /> <br /> Pedro parked the SUV, and for the first time in the whole trip, Pedro turned and spoke to me. He laid his big, rough hand on mine in my lap. "Stay strong, Miss Nina. You can do this." That is all he said. He climbed out, and came around to open my door, as if I were someone important. He pulled my suitcases out of the boot, and then he escorted me up to the veranda, where a handful of people were waiting for me.<br /> <br /> There was a huge man, and I mean HUGE, who seemed to be about my father's age. He should have been nearly seven feet tall, with arms like tree trunks. His ruddy face was framed by two overgrown sideburns and a crazy mop of hair that reminded me of the Wolverine from the X-men comics. His eyes were a piercing pale blue, and quite cold as they watched me approach. Beside him, in sharp contrast, was a dainty little sprite of a woman. She barely cleared five foot, and was so petite it seemed like a strong wind might blow her away. She had long, curling blond hair, and beautiful green eyes, and a wide, friendly smile. I was so happy to see at least one smiling face, it eased my tension a bit. The other people stood back a bit from this couple, and seemed to be lower ranking pack members. They stared at me curiously.<br /> <br /> I concentrated really hard on controlling my uneven gate. I did not want these people to see me limping, and if I worked really hard, I could pull it off, but it took a lot of effort, and I had to move slowly. Under the circumstances, I thought it would seem appropriate that I approached a strange pack and strange people with slow caution. The pretty woman danced down the steps, and folded me into a warm and unexpected hvg. "Welcome to Gold Mountain, dear. I am Caydence, and my husband, Bernhard." She gestured to the lumberjack-giant who still stood on the steps. She didn't refer to herself as Luna, or her husband as Alpha, but it was obvious enough that they were the leaders. I looked around and wondered where the son was, the Nolan I was supposed to marry.<br /> <br /> As if sensing my inquiry, the Luna shook her golden curls. "My sons are not here at the moment, but you will meet them soon. Come, lets get you inside and get you settled." She looped her arm through mine, and with one last, helpless glance at Pedro, I let her drag me inside. The great pack house was as beautiful on the inside as it was on the outside, tastefully decorated and thoroughly modern. She lead me through a maze of rooms and corridors in a sort of whirlwind tour. "The conference room is there, and that is the entertainment room... and oh, that's the nursery for the pups... there is a guest bathroom here, and the kitchen is this way. Have you eaten?" She didn't even wait for me to answer, "I'm starving, lets go get some breakfast." She lead me into a huge dining hall, that easily could have seated a hundred people. She pulled me toward a table for two, and no sooner had our backside's hit the seat of the chairs than a uniformed waitress appeared. I recognized her as an omega, by her submissive posture.<br /> <br /> "Kelly dear, this is Nina Boyton, Nolan's betrothed." The waitress peaked up at me in surprise, then quickly looked back down at her order pad. "Nina, this is Kelly, one of our regular kitchen staff. So, what will you have?" Before I could answer, she was putting in her order. "I'll have a four-egg omelette, with Swiss cheese and mushrooms, a blueberry muffin, toasted with butter, and four sausage links."<br /> <br /> I blinked in surprise. How could such a tiny woman put away so much food?? Luna Caydence looked at me expectantly. "Um...I'll also have a muffin, and a cup of tea, please."<br /> <br /> When the waitress had scampered away, Luna Caydence reached across the table and placed her hand over mine. "I'm sure this is a very difficult and uncomfortable transition for you, my dear. But I want you to know that I am here for you, you are most welcome in this family, and I will do everything in my power to make you comfortable. But Nolan..."<br /> <br /> I swallowed... there was something ominous about that. But Nolan what? I was too afraid to ask.<br /> <br /> "Nolan can be... difficult." She said vaguely. "His father and I, we hope that he will settle down now, and take up his responsibilities."<br /> <br /> I frowned and fiddled with the silverware. Difficult? What did difficult mean? I wanted to ask more... I wanted to know more about what this future husband of mine was like. But I couldn't find the words, and I had a feeling that Caydence was done talking about her son. She had moved on, saying how happy she was to have a woman in the family, that she had heard so many nice things about me... well I was sure that was a bunch of baloney. I bet she knew absolutely nothing about me, beyond my name and my marriagablility. Still, I liked Caydence, I appreciated her friendliness. I tried to hide my smile as an enormous platter of food was set before the tiny woman, and she dug into her eggs with gusto. I was feeling very hungry, and probably could have put away nearly as much food, but I didn't want to seem like a glutton, so I tried to nible at my muffin and act lady-like.<br /> <br /> After we finished, (and yes, she finished everything on her plate,) she lead me up the stairs. I swallowed down my horror as I looked at the flights of elegantly curving staircase that I would have to traverse to get to my guest room on the third floor. Navigating stairs were very difficult for my heavy, clumsy legs, and it made them ache something fierce. Was it too much to hope that somewhere in this gigantic house there was a service elevator? Desperately trying to hide my pain and discomfort, I grasped the hand rail, and pulled myself up the stairs behind the spritely woman as fast as I could without falling flat on my face. When we got to the third floor, she looked back at me, struggling up the last few steps, and frowned, but said nothing. She lead me down a long hall, and opened the door to a beautiful guest suite, with a big bed, and a private en-suite bathroom. My suitcases had already been deposited inside. "Make yourself comfortable my dear. I'll send Daisy to you when she's done cleaning up from breakfast. If there is anything you need, she can be of assistance. Now if you'll excuse me, I have some business to attend to.." And just like that, she left me alone in the beautiful room, in the big, strange house.<br /> <br /> Daisy was a delightful young Omega who was assigned to be my maid. Not that I really needed a maid, mind you, but I was happy to have her as a companion. Her name suited her perfectly, because like the wild-flower, she was bright, cheerful, and sunny. Her smile was too wide for her little face, her nose turned up, and her dark blond hair was an uncontrollable riot of curls. Her blue eyes danced with good humor, and she just seemed like the kind of person that was genuinely happy right down to the core of her being. I loved her right away. She helped me unpack my few things, and then we sat together on the bed and we talked for a few minutes.<br /> <br /> "What is life like in the pack?" I asked her.<br /> <br /> She smiled (I don't think I'd seen her NOT smile, ever) "Oh its a good life," She said sincerely. "The Alpha runs a tight ship, we work hard, we train hard, but its a very fair pack, and we have a lot of fun too. We can't wait for your marriage celebration. I hear the Luna is planning a big party, and the whole pack will be invited. I love parties! Even if I have to work in the kitchen, we are allowed to take shifts so we all get to have a turn taking part in the festivities."<br /> <br /> I smiled. I already liked the way the Luna ran her household. In some packs, omegas were treated like slaves. I think at home we treated them fairly. They were paid wages for the work they did, but Daddy didn't exactly go out of his way to make them feel like they were valued members of our family. They were definitely looked down upon, and that had never really sat well with me. Not every member of the pack could be a warrior, and the omega's performed really valuable services by taking care of the children and providing domestic services that the hunters simply didn't have time for.<br /> <br /> "And what what about Nolan. What is he like?"<br /> <br /> For the first time, Daisy's perpetual smile faltered. She pasted it back on, but it wasn't quite as real as it had been before. "Oh he's very handsome." She said. "He's so tall, like the Alpha, but not so burly."<br /> <br /> "Okay, he's nice to look at, but what is he LIKE? What is his personality like."<br /> <br /> Daisy pushed herself off the bed. "I think its better if you get to know him for yourself, mistress. I don't want your impressions of him to be influenced by my opinions. I need to go see about preparing the food. If you need anything just call me." And she slipped away, quietly shutting the door behind her.<br /> <br /> Oh boy. I stared at my hands, at the short trimmed nails that hadn't seen a polish since my thirteenth birthday. All the things that Daisy HADN'T said spoke more loudly than the words she DID say. If Nolan was truly a great guy, she would have been eager to extol his virtues, right? She would have said, "He's really kind. He's really gentle. He's really just." But she didn't say anything. I suppose it was commendable that she chose silence over lies, but I was growing increasingly uneasy. The Luna called him "difficult", and my new friend wouldn't call him anything, except handsome. But it wouldn't matter if he was the most handsome man in the world if he was a complete as hole.<br /> <br /> I felt a little nervous going down to dinner, knowing that I would meet my husband-to-be. I tried to pick out a pretty outfit, without being overtly over dressed. I brushed out my hair and left it loose, as the long chocolate colored waves were maybe one of my best assets. I even tried to put on a little make up, just to add some definition to my eyes. I sighed at my reflection, dissatisfied but knowing that it was the best I could do. I grimaced at the prospect of going down all those stairs, and reminded myself that I needed to ask Daisy if there was a service elevator in the house. The way how it was all decked out with modern appliances, it seemed like it must have a lift hidden somewhere. But then again, they probably hadn't figured in the possibility of a disabled werewolf when they designed the manor.<br /> <br /> I can't describe to you what an ordeal it is for me to navigate a set of stairs. I have to creep down one step at a time. Left foot down, right foot down onto the same stair. And then repeat. If I try to march down the steps like a normal person, alternating feet on alternating stairs, one of my legs is sure to collapse, and I'll take an ugly tumble down. Ask me how I know... I'm embarrassed to say its happened more times than I can count. So I have to go down the stairs like a little kid, clinging to the rail, one step at a time, praying that no one is watching me. Luckily I seem to be the only guest on the third floor at the moment, and I'm nearly at the bottom before I start seeing other people scurrying around in preparation for dinner.<br /> <br /> Daisy came around the corner, her face split in a smile, and her eyes lighting up as she saw me, "Ah there you are mistress! Luna had just sent me to go fetch you. The meal is nearly ready. You look very nice, I love that top." She bubbled cheerfully, and took my elbow to guide me back toward the dining room. Unlike this morning, when the room had been empty, this evening it was crammed full. I swallowed nervously and did my best to straighten my spine and walk normally. From every table, heads turned and looked at me, and people whispered, and I felt the blood rush to my face. I'm not normally shy, but I can't say that I really like being the center of attention either.<br /> <br /> "Nina darling, over here!" The Luna stood, and gestured to an empty seat at what appeared to be the Alpha's table. Daisy patted me on the shoulder and went back to the kitchen, while I made my way to the Luna. I reminded myself that from now on, this was my family, and these were my people. I sat in the empty seat, and looked around, but I still didn't see anyone "tall and handsome" that should be Nolan. There was a slim and slight black man sitting opposite the Alpha, and next to the black man, a pretty and slightly plump white woman. "Our Beta, Floyd, and his wife, Moira." the Luna made the introductions. The beta gave me a look. It was not a nice look. Somehow I imagined it was the look a spectator would give a condemned prisoner. His wife Moira gave me a small, friendly smile, and offered her hand. "Welcome to the family, dear." she said. She had a beautiful, lilting voice.<br /> <br /> The waitstaff started going around the room serving the food. "Its Italian night," the Luna explained, as bowls of salads, plates of meat and cheese lasagna, and carving boards of hot sourdough bread where arranged at each table. The food smelled delicious, and the Luna did not hesitate to compliment the kitchen staff on their excellent work. "Oh Berta, please come and meet Nina Boyton. Nina, this is Berta, she is the manager of our kitchen, an absolute genius with food and hospitality." Berta flushed happily and bobbed in a curtsy.<br /> <br /> "Thank you, Luna. Nice to meet you Mistress. Welcome. If you'll excuse me, the dessert..." and she hurried off again.<br /> <br /> There was the quiet and content murmur of a room full of people where were eating and enjoying casual conversations... when the door suddenly slammed open, and all conversation ground to an abrupt halt. Into the now silent hall, two young men entered... and I immediately felt a strange and dizzy sensation over take me. I held my head at the temples and peaked through my hands at what must surely be Nolan... and his brother William. Daisy was right. He was handsome. He looked like some Roman god, with his shoulders squared, his jaw set, his hair flowing around his shoulders, a little rough stubble on his finely carved jawline. He was all muscle. But his eyes... oh his eyes... even from across the room I could see the unique blue-grey color of his irises, and they were cold. Ice cold and furious. And somehow I just knew that that fury was directed at me. I felt the childish urge to slide down in my chair and hide under the table.<br /> <br /> At the same time, I was bombarded by the sweetest and most intoxicating aroma... of what? Was that his aftershave? A cologne? He didn't look like the kind of man who would douse himself in cologne, but he smelled really, really good. Like fragrant cedar and something sweet and musky. While I was on one hand tempted to hide from those cold, angry eyes... on the other hand I had the insane urge to run to him, to bury my head in his neck, and inhale that sweet, attractive smell. His mouth pressed into a flat, hard line... which totally ruined the effect of his full, sensual lips, as he stalked over to the family table.<br /> Belatedly, I noted his brother. Both the Luna and Daisy and mentioned that there was a younger brother, William. William seemed to favor his mother's genetics. He was not as big or as intimidating as Nolan, His blond hair was neatly trimmed, and he had a more willowy, graceful figure. His eyes were very blue, and very amused. As much as his brother had eyed me with hatred, I had the distinct feeling that this one was laughing at me, and I didn't like it. If there is one thing I can not tolerate, its being laughed at.<br /> <br /> I didn't worry about the younger brother for long, because the closer Nolan stalked, the stranger I began to feel. I felt like I couldn't get enough oxygen in my body, and I wondered if I might actually pass out. I'm not one of those weak, fainting girls. I've never passed out in my life. But at that moment I was seeing funny little black spots around the edge of my vision, and I was awfully dizzy.<br /> <br /> "Nolan," Luna spoke, a sharp edge of disapproval in her voice, "Its nice of you to join us. I want you to meet Nina..." Nolan jrked out a chair, and instead of offering me a hand, or a greeting or a good old-fashioned "nice to meet you," he growled at me.<br /> <br /> He growled at me, and my inner wolf whimpered. Mate. She whispered.<br /> <br /> No. Oh no no no. This cold eyed, impolite Neanderthal of a man could not be our mate. My mind fought it even as my body responded to that pheromone he was pumping out. I looked him in the eye and I saw that he knew it too. And he had absolutely no intention of acknowledging it. He must have a thing of a lot of self control to be able to shrug off the mate bond, and slather butter on a piece of bread like nothing else mattered.<br /> <br /> He hates us. He doesn't want us.<br /> <br /> I picked up my fork and tried to push my sluggish mind into some coherent thought. What were the odds that I get thrown into an arranged marriage, and the husband forced on me is actually my mate? Like one in a billion, right? But then what are the odds that I finally meet my mate, and he hates me? He hasn't said the words, but I can feel the aura of rejection wafting off of him almost as surely as I can smell his cedar-scent. How utterly cruel and unfair was that? Its like the universe having some great cosmic laugh at my expense. Well, what am I going to do? I'm not going to cry in front of all these people. Most importantly, I'm not going to cry in front of that insufferable man. I pushed my shoulders back, I shut off my whimpering wolf, I lifted my chin, and I looked him straight in the eye, as I took a bite of the lasagna. I'm sure it was as delicious as it smelled, but in that moment it tasted like dirt in my mouth. But I'd be doomed if I let that man know that I had lost my appetite over him. I chewed and swallowed, and washed it down with a swig of water.<br /> <br /> He met my eyes briefly, and then he turned to his brother and completely ignored me.<br /> <br /> His brother however, at least had the decent manners to greet me, and to welcome me to the pack. His keen blue eyes traveled back and forth between his older brother, then across the table to me, and back again. Then he shrugged and dug into his food. He made polite conversation with his mother, and sometimes he included me. "How are you finding it here, Nina? Is your room comfortable? Do you need anything?"<br /> <br /> "Oh yes, everything is great." I said, forcing more enthusiasm into my voice than I actually felt. Oh yes, everything is peachy. I've just been yanked out of my childhood home for the sake of some cute treaty. Yes, your home is very nice, and most of the people have been very friendly, but the man I'm supposed to marry is a total bad idea. Everything is great. I forced myself to eat mechanically, and made it through half the lasagna on my plate before I gave up and sat back in my chair. I stared at Nolan. He looks like Jason Mamoa I thought. Without the beard and with better hair. I wonder if he had any tattoos hiding under his clothes. My sisters would be jealous... until they realized that he's an absolute tool.<br /> <br /> Dinner plates were cleared away, and I was eager to excuse myself, but before I could push away from the table, a decadent dessert of tiramisu was brought out. I was no longer hungry. Even the prospect of sugar wasn't appealing at the moment, but I was painfully aware that I was new, I was a guest, and I needed to behave accordingly. I took a couple of bites, and really wished I had the appetite to enjoy the dessert, but I was far too aware of the man across the table. It annoyed me that he was completely unaffected. He shoveled in his food, carried on conversation, and acted like I wasn't even there. When our eyes did meet, I was met with icy, angry daggers and some silent warning that I didn't really understand.<br /> <br /> Finally, when I saw a few other people excusing themselves around the room, I saw my opportunity to escape. "Luna, thank you for a lovely meal," I said politely. "Please excuse me," I pushed back my chair, said goodnight to the rest of the table, and did my best to make a dignified exit, but it was getting harder and harder to walk normally and my stress and my exhaustion seemed to be compounding on me. But the absolute last thing I wanted at that moment was for that arrogant bad guy to see that I had a fatal flaw. He already hated me for no reason, how much more would he despise me for my weakness?<br /> <br /> I had just barely exited the room, when I felt an iron grip bite painfully into my arm, and spin me into the wall. If I hadn't had the support of the wall behind me, I would have fallen over myself. I found myself face to face with Nolan. Where his hand bit painfully into my arm, I felt the sparks. Oh Goddess the sparks that everyone made such a big deal over... they were magical, erotic, passionate, blah, blah. Well they probably never felt those sparks when their mate was squeezing out of their arm, and probably leaving bruises in the process. They probably never felt those sparks when their mate was staring down at you like you were a piece of trash they'd like to throw in the compactor. Being sexually attracted to someone who was clearly out to hurt me did not feel magical. It felt sickening.<br /> "Let me make something perfectly clear," he growled. "I do not want you, and I do not need you. You are only here in this house because my father is an old-fashioned pig-headed dummy. I will marry you to fulfill the treaty contract, but you will never be the Luna, and you will never be my mate." As if to punctuate his rejection, he gave me an extra shove against the wall, and then he stalked off in the other direction... and I was left staring after him... my mouth open, my face pale, and my arm aching.<br /> <br /> It wasn't a real rejection, right? I mean if he was formally rejecting me he would have to say the words. "I Nolan Pierceson of the Gold Mountain pack, do hereby reject you Nina..." And then I would reject him back, and the bond would break. But he hadn't said those words, exactly. Still there was a pain in my chest like something was ripping away. It was powerful enough that I had to hold my chest and gasp for breath. A few other people were trailing out of the dining room now, casting curious glances at me, and I knew I had to get upstairs before anyone started asking me questions that I couldn't answer. I was tired now, and I didn't really care who saw me limp as I dragged myself to the stairs and made my slow, painful climb up three flights. "Are you all right madam?" someone asked. I didn't even look at them, just ground out, "I'm fine." and kept climbing. Once I was at my floor, my legs were so bad I could barely walk at all. My left leg dragged, and I used the wall to balance as I made my way down the hall to my own door. Once inside I turned the lock, and fell across the bed.<br /> <br /> "I will not cry." I chanted. "I will not cry." And I didn't. Nolan Pierceson, I wasn't going to shed a tear for him, nor was I going to wallow in self-pity. He didn't want me? Well I didn't want his arrogant bottom either. My body wasn't strong, but when I set my mind to something, I had an iron will. And I had firmly set my mind against Nolan, and the mating bond. I would play nice until the new moon. When the marriage ceremony was completed, and all the pack alliances signed and sealed, I would reject him myself. And then what? What do you do with the rest of your life?<br /> <br /> Well, I would worry about the rest of my life another day. For today I settled for hot bath. I soaked my aching legs, and scrubbed the make-up off my face. I tried to dismiss Nolan from my thoughts, but I couldn't help but wonder what had made him hate me so much, right from the start. Was it me? Or was it the forced marriage? I mean, I know I'm not much to look at, and I've got a disability, but I don't think he even realized that yet. I hadn't even had enough time to truly piss him off yet. So what was it that had him in such a yank?<br /> <br /> I sighed and pulled the plug out of the tub, letting the water drain down. Men were like aliens. Who could understand them anyway? And who would want to? I slipped into my pajamas and crawled into the bed, totally overwhelmed with everything my brain had had to process in just one day.<br /> <br /> I awoke to a knock on my door. I was pretty sure I had locked it the night before, but still the handle turned and the door opened. I was expecting Daisy's smiling face, but instead it was William. "Hey," he smiled at me, and it seemed like a genuine smile this time. "Mama wanted me to come call you down for breakfast."<br /> <br /> "Oh," I said sleepily, propping myself up on my elbows. "I guess I overslept. Give me a few minutes to get ready"<br /> <br /> "Okay." Instead of leaving, he sprawled himself in the corner seat by the window and waited. I glared at him and wondered if it was entirely appropriate for your future brother-in-law to be making himself comfortable in your bedroom when you aren't even dressed. I thought about demanding he leave, but then changed my mind. Who cared if he saw me in my nightgown? It wasn't like I was indecent. And it wasn't like I owed his brother any kind of fidelity. I flipped back the covers and hauled my heavy body out of bed. I knew his keen eyes were seeing everything. He saw how I limped to the bathroom, and for once, I didn't care. Let him see. Let him see every god thing and report it back to his brother. I slammed the door to the bathroom just to punctuate my own cranky thoughts.<br /> <br /> I turned on the water to brush my teeth and wash my face, but I heard his voice over the faucet. "So that was pretty intense last night." He was commenting. I heard the door to my closet open. What, was he going through my things? "I've never seen anyone stare down my brother before." There was the definite sound of a drawer opening and closing. "This is going to be a very, very interesting marriage."<br /> <br /> I spit out my tooth paste, and yanked the door open to find that he had set out a set of clothes for me, along with clean underwear and a bra. "What are you doing in my clothes?"<br /> <br /> "No worries, just hurrying along. You have nothing to fear from me, peanut. You aren't my type."<br /> <br /> I narrowed my eyes, "And what exactly IS your type?"<br /> <br /> William sighed. "Tall, dark and handsome." I stared at him, not quite comprehending. "Men, Nina. I'm gay."<br /> <br /> "Oh." Was all I could say. Well, I suppose that probably explained his excellent fashion sense. I scooped up the clothes off the bed and retreated back into the bathroom to change. He continued to talk to me through the closed door. "Nolan didn't want to get married. Dad told him if he didn't get married, he would pass the Alpha title to his beta."<br /> <br /> "Why his beta?" I poked my head out of the bathroom again. "Why not to you?"<br /> <br /> William laughed, "Sweetheart, my dad seriously struggles with my sexual orientation. Mostly he just tries to ignore it. And besides, I don't want it. I don't have the constitution of an Alpha." I wondered exactly what that meant, but he didn't elaborate, and I didn't feel it was polite to ask. I did think it was pretty that his father would pass him up as Alpha because of his sexuality. The fact that William was kind of the black sheep of the family made me like him a little more.<br /> <br /> "So? I didn't want to get married either. Its not like it was my idea. What's he got against me?"<br /> <br /> "Nolan is always angry, don't take it personally. You just do you, and let him growl and snarl and spit all he wants. I'm sure he'll get over it eventually."<br /> <br /> "Right." He'll get over it eventually. That sounded so promising, I thought sarcastically. I dragged a brush through my tangled hair and sighed. "Okay, ready. Let's go."<br /> <br /> He held open the door for me, and I hobbled through. He held out his elbow like a gentleman, which was weird, but nice, and I took advantage of it. I waited for him to say something about my limp. But he didn't. I expected him to take me down the stairs, but instead he turned down a different corridor. "Um, where are we going?"<br /> <br /> "There is an elevator at the end of the wing. Its private, for the Alphas to access the 4th floor. But you are marrying the future alpha, so I think you are permitted to use it." At that moment I could have touched him. He produced a key from his pocket and handed it to me. "This is my key, but you can use it until you get your own. I can always take the stairs." You had to insert the key and turn it to call the elevator. Once the doors slid open, you removed the key and selected your floor. I breathed a sigh of relief as the elevator carried us down to the ground floor. It opened into an unfamiliar area behind the kitchens, but William led me through the maze of halls back to the dining room.<br /> <br /> "Ah there you are!" Luna Caydence called from the table.<br /> <br /> "I'm sorry Luna, I overslept."<br /> <br /> "Think nothing of it dear, but I wanted to go over some details of the wedding ceremony with you."<br /> <br /> Well, there went my appetite for breakfast. I didn't want to think about a wedding, let alone plan the details. "Your father sent over a dress," She was saying, and passed me a white box that was getting a little yellowed around the edges. I lifted the cover and felt tears burn behind my eyes.<br /> <br /> "Oh... my mother's dress." I whispered. I touched the delicate silk and lace. That was a strangely thoughtful and sentimental gesture on my father's part. Who forces their daughter into an arranged marriage, and then sends them a precious family heirloom? But it only made me feel more sad and distraught. I had dreamed that one day I would marry my soul mate, the love of my life, and I would wear my mama's dress, which had been HER mama's dress. It seemed wrong to wear such a special garment to a farce of marriage with a man who despised me.<br /> <br /> "Oooh, it was your mother's? How very special! Take it out dear, lets see it!"<br /> <br /> I didn't really want to take it out of the box, but I did. It was a simple and beautiful dress, with a fitted bodice, off-the shoulder sleeves, and a long, full skirt. The bodice was decorated with lace and tiny pearls, and the same lace edged the bottom of the long skirt. I was not as pretty or shapely as my mother, but we were a similar size, and I thought the dress would fit me well enough without needing any alterations. The Luna fawned over the dress. "Its very pretty, so elegent. You will look absolutely beautiful." She said kindly. I swallowed the knot in my throat and carefully folded it back into the box. Mama would have hated all of this. She would never have let this marriage happen, especially if she got a glimpse of the black-and-blue fingerprints that Nolan had left on my arm last night.<br /> <br /> I took a deep breath and set the box aside as breakfast arrived. I sipped my tea and listened as the Luna went over other details. Flowers and seating and ceremonial nuances. I didn't care, but I tried my best to act interested. When she asked me questions, I answered. "What is your favorite flower, dear?"<br /> <br /> "Sunflowers." I said without hesitation.<br /> <br /> "And your favorite color?"<br /> <br /> "Turquoise."<br /> <br /> She went on about bringing a stylist to do my hair and make up, and I swirled a spoon around in my yogurt. Really I just wanted this to be over. William came and sat and occasionally added his two cents to the conversation. The wedding ceremony would be on the back lawn, with seating for private guests only. The gazebo would be decorated out for the occasion. After it was all official, we would move to the pack meeting house, where we would be publicly celebrated, and Nolan would be presented as the new Alpha of the pack, and I would be presented as Luna.<br /> <br /> I choked on my tea. Nolan had said emphatically that I would "never be Luna." But it seemed that his parents had other ideas. What was I supposed to do? "Luna, I don't think--"<br /> <br /> The Luna gave me a hard look. "You are his wife. You will be the Luna. No matter what he says." That made me wonder if Nolan had already taken this argument to his mother. Would I still be the Luna after I rejected him? Would he divorce me once he had all his political ducks in a row? I wanted to bury my head in my hands. I gave William a pleading look, but he only shrugged back at me. So much for having an ally in the house.	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1,948,299	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":1948280}'	Yes	2024-07-30 19:15	active	1193	1155787342357505	🔥🔥 Click to Read 👉🏻👉🏻	The noise was coming from across the hall. The jubilant exclamations. "Oh yes! Oh Alpha!"<br /> <br /> It hit me with a waive of nausea. My husband, my mate... was sleeping someone else in his bedroom across the hall. By the sounds of things, the woman was enjoying it a lot more than I had. I grasped my phone, but there was no use in calling anyone now. I knew the sickness that I had could not be helped by any doctor. There is no cure for the pain of an unfaithful mate. I knew it. And he knew it. He knew exactly what he was doing to me. I curled up on the floor, but there was no way to get any relief. I heard his lover scream in desire, just as the pain became so unbearable that I lost consciousness.<br /> <br /> That is how I woke up. Fell on my bedroom floor, smeared with my own blood. The stabbing pain was over and gone, but the ache of betrayal remained. It didn't matter that he didn't like me and I didn't like him... there was a thing that bonded us together that was beyond our control. My poor wolf was crying , whimpering, traumatized.<br /> <br /> I had just barely exited the room, when I felt an iron grip bite painfully into my arm, and spin me into the wall. I found myself face to face with Nolan.<br /> <br /> "Let me make something perfectly clear," he growled. "I do not want you, and I do not need you. You are only here in this house because my father is an old-fashioned fool. I will marry you to fulfill the treaty contract, but you will never be the Luna, and you will never be my mate." As if to punctuate his rejection, he gave me an extra shove against the wall, and then he stalked off in the other direction... and I was left staring after him... my mouth open, my face pale, and my arm aching.<br /> <br /> It wasn't a real rejection, right? I mean if he was formally rejecting me he would have to say the words. "I Nolan Pierceson of the Gold Mountain pack, do hereby reject you Nina..." And then I would reject him back, and the bond would break. But he hadn't said those words, exactly. Still there was a pain in my chest like something was ripping away. It was powerful enough that I had to hold my chest and gasp for breath. A few other people were trailing out of the dining room now, casting curious glances at me, and I knew I had to get upstairs before anyone started asking me questions that I couldn't answer. I was tired now, and I didn't really care who saw me limp as I dragged myself to the stairs and made my slow, painful climb up three flights. "Are you all right madam?" someone asked. I didn't even look at them, just ground out, "I'm fine." and kept climbing. Once I was at my floor, my legs were so bad I could barely walk at all. My left leg dragged, and I used the wall to balance as I made my way down the hall to my own door. Once inside I turned the lock, and fell across downstairs.<br /> <br /> ...<br /> <br /> I knew it was bad news when Daddy called me into the office to talk. When we want to discuss something nicely as a family, we do it around the dinner table. We don't get called into the office unless we are in trouble. As I followed Beta Phillip through the pack-house, I felt that heavy sense of foreboding weighing me down. I saw a sort of pity in Phillip's face when paused to let me catch up, and glanced back at me. I was already searching my mind, trying to think of what I might have done to get myself in trouble... but I'm really a pretty boring girl. I couldn't think of anything that might have triggered my father so badly that he would call me into the office.<br /> <br /> We came to a stop in front of the heavy oak door. Phillip knocked twice, and my father promptly called, "Enter!" Phillip opened the door, and stood aside for me to precede him into the room. It was so formal, it felt all wrong. And then he closed the door again, shutting me inside with my father. Daddy was hunched at his desk, and he didn't look happy. His handsome face was haggard, and somehow, he looked older today than he had just a few days ago. "Sit down, Nina."<br /> <br /> I limped to one of the leather wing backed chairs that faced his desk. I didn't limp because I had any recent injury, I just had bad legs. I sank gingerly down on the leather, sitting on the very edge, because somehow it didn't feel safe to relax. Daddy wasn't looking at me... he was looking at papers on his desk. He cleared his throat several times, as if he was struggling to find the right words. When he looked up, his face had hardened, and when he spoke, he spoke with his firm Alpha voice. Not his Daddy voice. That made me shrink back further into the chair.<br /> <br /> "Nina, as part of the treaty negotiations with the Gold Mountain Pack, I have agreed to a marriage alliance. You, Nina Boyton, will marry the Alpha's son, Nolan Pierceson on the next new moon."<br /> <br /> I felt like someone had punched me, knocked the air out of me. "What? Daddy! How could you??" I ,whispered in shock. Arranged marriages were an archaic thing of the past. Nobody did that any more, did they?<br /> <br /> Daddy looked pained. "I did it for the sake of our pack, Nina. We are a small pack, and since your mother..." he couldn't quite bring himself to say the word "died"..."We are weak and vulnerable. We need the protection of a larger, stronger pack. This political alliance will ensure our safety and our survival."<br /> <br /> I felt so many emotions whipping through me, I couldn't grab a hold of them. "But... why me?" I had two sisters, one older, and one younger. Janice was smart and strong, one of our best warriors. And the younger, Hannah was the beautiful one. None of us had found our mates, we were all single and available. I was almost sure if the Alpha of Gold Mountain had ever seen the three of us, he would have picked one of them. Not me. I am the most ordinary, non-descript, and insignificant of the Alpha's daughters. And then it hit me like a slap in the face. Without my father answering me, I knew why he had sacrificed me. I'm the weak one. I'm the expendable one. I'm the one with the "bad legs".<br /> <br /> "Its not what you think, Nina." My father said quietly. "It has nothing to do with your... condition." He never knew quite how to refer to my inexplicably weak legs. The pack doctors hadn't been able to diagnose the problem, even the human doctors had shrugged me off after a battery of inconclusive tests. I waited for him to explain. But my father didn't elaborate further, and that irritated me.<br /> <br /> "Don't I get a say in this? Don't you need my consent before you sell me off "for the sake of the pack"? What if I refuse?"<br /> <br /> My father's face blanched for a moment, and then darkened. "If you refuse, I will disown you, and you will be exiled from the pack."<br /> <br /> His words hit me like a slap in the face. My own father would throw me out of the family and out of the pack and make me go rogue? Who was this man, behind the desk? Surely this wasn't my Daddy. He wouldn't have done this to me. I felt a hot tear run down my cheek, and I could only think, if Mama had been alive, she never, ever would have allowed him to do this to me. For a few moments I seriously considered the option of refusing and being exiled. I didn't really stand a chance, as a lone she-wolf without a pack. I wasn't physically strong enough, but more importantly... I couldn't stand the idea of being forever separated from the family that I loved. Daddy was doing something terrible at that moment, that broke my heart. His responsibilities as Alpha had to come first... even if it meant sacrificing his own daughter. Although everything inside me was raging against it, I had to obey his order. Not only for him, but for the pack that I loved.<br /> <br /> My shoulders slumped forward in defeat. I could no longer meet his eye, and stared down at my toes instead. I couldn't find the words to speak, so I simply nodded. I didn't see his face, but I could hear the relief in his voice. I wonder if he'd secretly been worried that I would actually choose exile over a forced marriage. But when he spoke, it was the heartless, stern, Alpha voice again. "You will pack up your things. You will leave tomorrow in the morning."<br /> <br /> My head jrked up. "So soon? But you said, on the new moon?"<br /> <br /> "I said the marriage would take place on the new moon. The alpha has requested you to come immediately. Gretta will come and help you pack." He shuffled the papers on his desk, as if they were suddenly more important than his daughter. "You are dismissed."<br /> <br /> Dismissed? I don't ever remember my father speaking to me like that... like I was some underling to order about. I made my way back to my room in a stupor, passing pack members in the hall but not really seeing anyone, or hearing their greetings. I shut the door in my room and managed to lean back against it before the strength left my legs and I sank to the floor. Being forced to marry a stranger was bad enough, but it had deeper, more far reaching implications. I would be forever tied to a man I didn't love, and I would never get to experience the joy and completion of finding my mate. That's what every wolf longed for, as soon as they came of age. To find your goddess-given soul mate, the magical person who would complete you and make you whole. All happiness and satisfaction was tied up in that one, fated person. And I would be denied it, forever. Great big tears of self pity rolled down my cheeks as I absorbed the unfairness of it all.<br /> <br /> After awhile a knock came at the door, and Gretta, a sweet little omega who worked in the pack house poked her head in. "I was told to come assist you, Miss Nina." I sighed and hauled myself to my feet. I might as well resign myself to my miserable fate.<br /> <br /> "I need to pack," I said dully. "I'm leaving in the morning."<br /> <br /> "Oh, of course." She was too submissive to dare to ask where or why. I wondered if my sisters knew already, or if they were being kept in the dark too. I wasn't sure I could face them right now. I pulled two suitcases out of my closet that I had only used once when mother took us on a trip to Mexico. "What exactly do you want to pack?"<br /> <br /> I sighed and pulled open my drawers. "Just the absolute essentials Gretta," I said, pulling out my favorite clothes and throwing them on the bed. I was a no-nonsense kind of girl when it came to fashion. I preferred comfort over style, and I didn't own many nice or fancy things. I pulled a couple of nice dresses out of the closet and tossed them on the pile, for formal occasions. I wondered idly if there would be a real wedding dress for this farce of a marriage, or if we were just going to stand before the officiant in our street clothes while it was made legal.<br /> <br /> I looked around my room, trying to gauge what other things I needed to take. I slipped my mother's delicate porcelain jewelry box into the bag, wrapped carefully in one of my sweatshirts. There was the picture of my sisters and I, taken several years ago, our arms looped around each other, smiling happily at the camera. There was my leather bound journal, and my laptop. Other things seemed too childish to take to your marriage home... like the old, worn stuffed bear that had graced my pillow since I was six years old. But I did finally take the fuzzy lap-blanket, printed with cheerful sunflowers and butterflies, and tuck it in the top of my bag. After adding in the practical toiletries and other necessities, I sighed and declared the work finished. I felt a little sad that the entire of my 19 years of life could so easily be condensed into two suitcases, and another fat tear rolled down my cheek.<br /> <br /> I'd never felt so worthless and unloved in all my life. But now I had to face the facts. My own father considered me expendable. The Gold Mountain pack had demanded a bride, and I had been, quite literally, thrown to the wolves. A part of me wanted to call my sisters, to cry to them, to tell them how scared and worried I was about this great unknown responsibility that had just fallen on me... but I couldn't. I suppose I resented them. They would go on with their normal, happy lives after I left. My fate didn't matter much to them, in the grand scheme of things. Their sympathy at this point would only make me feel worse.<br /> <br /> I thanked Gretta for her help, and quietly closed the door behind her. My suitcases were standing neatly by the door. I grabbed my old, well loved teddy bear and curled up on the bed, and tried to shut my mind to all the hurt and all the worries that were eating at me. My mother would have said, "Chin up, sweetheart. Face the world head-on." Thinking of my sweet mother only made me cry harder, until I fell into an exhausted sleep.<br /> I awoke to a timid knock on the door. Dawn was barely breaking outside my window, and I was still sprawled across my bed in yesterday's clothes. My eyes felt puffy and gritty from crying. I had never eaten dinner, and my stomach was complaining. "Miss Nina?" Gretta called timidly. "The Beta says you should be prepared to leave in one hour."<br /> <br /> One hour. Jeezus, they weren't wasting any time in shipping me out of here. I dragged myself to the shower. The pain and weakness in my legs was always the worst first thing in the morning. I braced myself against the sink while I stripped down, and turned the shower on as hot as it could possibly go. I scrubbed and scrubbed at my skin as if I could wash away whatever fault, whatever weakness had made my father choose me. When my skin was pink and irritated, I washed my long, dark hair, and stepped out in a billow of herbal scented steam. What were you supposed to wear when you were being traded off to another pack? I felt like I should wear something black and ugly. After all, I was mourning the loss of my life, my hope, my freedom. But I decided against the funeral garb, and opted for a sun dress that was pretty, but casual. The bright turquoise color went well with my dark honey skin, and made my eyes look more gold than brown. I pulled my hair up into a lose bun, and fastened my favorite turquoise beaded choker around my neck, with the dainty, matching earrings. I stared at my reflection critically in the mirror. No matter how flattering the clothes, or pretty the jewelry, the young woman staring back at me was still just... me. The epitome of ordinary. Neither tall nor short, fat nor skinny, pretty nor ugly. I was simply unremarkable in every way... unless today you counted the fact that my eyes were still red and swollen and I was more pale than usual.<br /> <br /> At precisely 7:00 am there was a sharp knock on my door. I opened it, expecting to see my father, but instead it was his gamma, Pedro. "Miss Nina, your father said I am to drive you to the Gold Mountain pack. Are you ready?"<br /> It was a two hour drive from our small pack to the much larger Gold Mountain Pack territory. But you know when you DON'T want to arrive somewhere, it seems like the journey goes in the blink of an eye. If I were looking forward to this meeting, the two hours would have seemed forever. As it was, Pedro drove silently. My father's third had always been open and friendly with me, so I wondered if my father had given him orders not to talk to me. That hurt. Hurt on top of hurt seemed to be the order of the day. And I was hungry. I never went down for dinner the night before, and I had been rushed out of the house before I had a chance to eat breakfast this morning. With every grumble of my empty stomach, my mood was growing a little darker.<br /> <br /> I'd never been into Gold Mountain Territory. I'd only heard stories of the notorious pack. They were big, and strong, and brutal. Their warriors were considered the best, the elite, and reportedly trained relentlessly. They had no mercy on their enemies, and had reportedly wiped out entire packs who had betrayed them in one way or another. But I always took these kinds of stories with a grain of salt. Every pack wanted to be known as the biggest and the baddest, and stories tended to be exaggerated to bolster that reputation. My impression as we crossed the boundary and entered into their pack grounds was of absolutely beautiful, wild looking gardens, and a huge manor that would have fit our pack house inside it four times. It was T shaped and sprawled out into three wings, a beautiful structure built from native stone, with big windows framed by black shutters. It was fronted by a huge veranda and two big ornate doors that opened into the main hall.<br /> <br /> Pedro parked the SUV, and for the first time in the whole trip, Pedro turned and spoke to me. He laid his big, rough hand on mine in my lap. "Stay strong, Miss Nina. You can do this." That is all he said. He climbed out, and came around to open my door, as if I were someone important. He pulled my suitcases out of the boot, and then he escorted me up to the veranda, where a handful of people were waiting for me.<br /> <br /> There was a huge man, and I mean HUGE, who seemed to be about my father's age. He should have been nearly seven feet tall, with arms like tree trunks. His ruddy face was framed by two overgrown sideburns and a crazy mop of hair that reminded me of the Wolverine from the X-men comics. His eyes were a piercing pale blue, and quite cold as they watched me approach. Beside him, in sharp contrast, was a dainty little sprite of a woman. She barely cleared five foot, and was so petite it seemed like a strong wind might blow her away. She had long, curling blond hair, and beautiful green eyes, and a wide, friendly smile. I was so happy to see at least one smiling face, it eased my tension a bit. The other people stood back a bit from this couple, and seemed to be lower ranking pack members. They stared at me curiously.<br /> <br /> I concentrated really hard on controlling my uneven gate. I did not want these people to see me limping, and if I worked really hard, I could pull it off, but it took a lot of effort, and I had to move slowly. Under the circumstances, I thought it would seem appropriate that I approached a strange pack and strange people with slow caution. The pretty woman danced down the steps, and folded me into a warm and unexpected hvg. "Welcome to Gold Mountain, dear. I am Caydence, and my husband, Bernhard." She gestured to the lumberjack-giant who still stood on the steps. She didn't refer to herself as Luna, or her husband as Alpha, but it was obvious enough that they were the leaders. I looked around and wondered where the son was, the Nolan I was supposed to marry.<br /> <br /> As if sensing my inquiry, the Luna shook her golden curls. "My sons are not here at the moment, but you will meet them soon. Come, lets get you inside and get you settled." She looped her arm through mine, and with one last, helpless glance at Pedro, I let her drag me inside. The great pack house was as beautiful on the inside as it was on the outside, tastefully decorated and thoroughly modern. She lead me through a maze of rooms and corridors in a sort of whirlwind tour. "The conference room is there, and that is the entertainment room... and oh, that's the nursery for the pups... there is a guest bathroom here, and the kitchen is this way. Have you eaten?" She didn't even wait for me to answer, "I'm starving, lets go get some breakfast." She lead me into a huge dining hall, that easily could have seated a hundred people. She pulled me toward a table for two, and no sooner had our backside's hit the seat of the chairs than a uniformed waitress appeared. I recognized her as an omega, by her submissive posture.<br /> <br /> "Kelly dear, this is Nina Boyton, Nolan's betrothed." The waitress peaked up at me in surprise, then quickly looked back down at her order pad. "Nina, this is Kelly, one of our regular kitchen staff. So, what will you have?" Before I could answer, she was putting in her order. "I'll have a four-egg omelette, with Swiss cheese and mushrooms, a blueberry muffin, toasted with butter, and four sausage links."<br /> <br /> I blinked in surprise. How could such a tiny woman put away so much food?? Luna Caydence looked at me expectantly. "Um...I'll also have a muffin, and a cup of tea, please."<br /> <br /> When the waitress had scampered away, Luna Caydence reached across the table and placed her hand over mine. "I'm sure this is a very difficult and uncomfortable transition for you, my dear. But I want you to know that I am here for you, you are most welcome in this family, and I will do everything in my power to make you comfortable. But Nolan..."<br /> <br /> I swallowed... there was something ominous about that. But Nolan what? I was too afraid to ask.<br /> <br /> "Nolan can be... difficult." She said vaguely. "His father and I, we hope that he will settle down now, and take up his responsibilities."<br /> <br /> I frowned and fiddled with the silverware. Difficult? What did difficult mean? I wanted to ask more... I wanted to know more about what this future husband of mine was like. But I couldn't find the words, and I had a feeling that Caydence was done talking about her son. She had moved on, saying how happy she was to have a woman in the family, that she had heard so many nice things about me... well I was sure that was a bunch of baloney. I bet she knew absolutely nothing about me, beyond my name and my marriagablility. Still, I liked Caydence, I appreciated her friendliness. I tried to hide my smile as an enormous platter of food was set before the tiny woman, and she dug into her eggs with gusto. I was feeling very hungry, and probably could have put away nearly as much food, but I didn't want to seem like a glutton, so I tried to nible at my muffin and act lady-like.<br /> <br /> After we finished, (and yes, she finished everything on her plate,) she lead me up the stairs. I swallowed down my horror as I looked at the flights of elegantly curving staircase that I would have to traverse to get to my guest room on the third floor. Navigating stairs were very difficult for my heavy, clumsy legs, and it made them ache something fierce. Was it too much to hope that somewhere in this gigantic house there was a service elevator? Desperately trying to hide my pain and discomfort, I grasped the hand rail, and pulled myself up the stairs behind the spritely woman as fast as I could without falling flat on my face. When we got to the third floor, she looked back at me, struggling up the last few steps, and frowned, but said nothing. She lead me down a long hall, and opened the door to a beautiful guest suite, with a big bed, and a private en-suite bathroom. My suitcases had already been deposited inside. "Make yourself comfortable my dear. I'll send Daisy to you when she's done cleaning up from breakfast. If there is anything you need, she can be of assistance. Now if you'll excuse me, I have some business to attend to.." And just like that, she left me alone in the beautiful room, in the big, strange house.<br /> <br /> Daisy was a delightful young Omega who was assigned to be my maid. Not that I really needed a maid, mind you, but I was happy to have her as a companion. Her name suited her perfectly, because like the wild-flower, she was bright, cheerful, and sunny. Her smile was too wide for her little face, her nose turned up, and her dark blond hair was an uncontrollable riot of curls. Her blue eyes danced with good humor, and she just seemed like the kind of person that was genuinely happy right down to the core of her being. I loved her right away. She helped me unpack my few things, and then we sat together on the bed and we talked for a few minutes.<br /> <br /> "What is life like in the pack?" I asked her.<br /> <br /> She smiled (I don't think I'd seen her NOT smile, ever) "Oh its a good life," She said sincerely. "The Alpha runs a tight ship, we work hard, we train hard, but its a very fair pack, and we have a lot of fun too. We can't wait for your marriage celebration. I hear the Luna is planning a big party, and the whole pack will be invited. I love parties! Even if I have to work in the kitchen, we are allowed to take shifts so we all get to have a turn taking part in the festivities."<br /> <br /> I smiled. I already liked the way the Luna ran her household. In some packs, omegas were treated like slaves. I think at home we treated them fairly. They were paid wages for the work they did, but Daddy didn't exactly go out of his way to make them feel like they were valued members of our family. They were definitely looked down upon, and that had never really sat well with me. Not every member of the pack could be a warrior, and the omega's performed really valuable services by taking care of the children and providing domestic services that the hunters simply didn't have time for.<br /> <br /> "And what what about Nolan. What is he like?"<br /> <br /> For the first time, Daisy's perpetual smile faltered. She pasted it back on, but it wasn't quite as real as it had been before. "Oh he's very handsome." She said. "He's so tall, like the Alpha, but not so burly."<br /> <br /> "Okay, he's nice to look at, but what is he LIKE? What is his personality like."<br /> <br /> Daisy pushed herself off the bed. "I think its better if you get to know him for yourself, mistress. I don't want your impressions of him to be influenced by my opinions. I need to go see about preparing the food. If you need anything just call me." And she slipped away, quietly shutting the door behind her.<br /> <br /> Oh boy. I stared at my hands, at the short trimmed nails that hadn't seen a polish since my thirteenth birthday. All the things that Daisy HADN'T said spoke more loudly than the words she DID say. If Nolan was truly a great guy, she would have been eager to extol his virtues, right? She would have said, "He's really kind. He's really gentle. He's really just." But she didn't say anything. I suppose it was commendable that she chose silence over lies, but I was growing increasingly uneasy. The Luna called him "difficult", and my new friend wouldn't call him anything, except handsome. But it wouldn't matter if he was the most handsome man in the world if he was a complete as hole.<br /> <br /> I felt a little nervous going down to dinner, knowing that I would meet my husband-to-be. I tried to pick out a pretty outfit, without being overtly over dressed. I brushed out my hair and left it loose, as the long chocolate colored waves were maybe one of my best assets. I even tried to put on a little make up, just to add some definition to my eyes. I sighed at my reflection, dissatisfied but knowing that it was the best I could do. I grimaced at the prospect of going down all those stairs, and reminded myself that I needed to ask Daisy if there was a service elevator in the house. The way how it was all decked out with modern appliances, it seemed like it must have a lift hidden somewhere. But then again, they probably hadn't figured in the possibility of a disabled werewolf when they designed the manor.<br /> <br /> I can't describe to you what an ordeal it is for me to navigate a set of stairs. I have to creep down one step at a time. Left foot down, right foot down onto the same stair. And then repeat. If I try to march down the steps like a normal person, alternating feet on alternating stairs, one of my legs is sure to collapse, and I'll take an ugly tumble down. Ask me how I know... I'm embarrassed to say its happened more times than I can count. So I have to go down the stairs like a little kid, clinging to the rail, one step at a time, praying that no one is watching me. Luckily I seem to be the only guest on the third floor at the moment, and I'm nearly at the bottom before I start seeing other people scurrying around in preparation for dinner.<br /> <br /> Daisy came around the corner, her face split in a smile, and her eyes lighting up as she saw me, "Ah there you are mistress! Luna had just sent me to go fetch you. The meal is nearly ready. You look very nice, I love that top." She bubbled cheerfully, and took my elbow to guide me back toward the dining room. Unlike this morning, when the room had been empty, this evening it was crammed full. I swallowed nervously and did my best to straighten my spine and walk normally. From every table, heads turned and looked at me, and people whispered, and I felt the blood rush to my face. I'm not normally shy, but I can't say that I really like being the center of attention either.<br /> <br /> "Nina darling, over here!" The Luna stood, and gestured to an empty seat at what appeared to be the Alpha's table. Daisy patted me on the shoulder and went back to the kitchen, while I made my way to the Luna. I reminded myself that from now on, this was my family, and these were my people. I sat in the empty seat, and looked around, but I still didn't see anyone "tall and handsome" that should be Nolan. There was a slim and slight black man sitting opposite the Alpha, and next to the black man, a pretty and slightly plump white woman. "Our Beta, Floyd, and his wife, Moira." the Luna made the introductions. The beta gave me a look. It was not a nice look. Somehow I imagined it was the look a spectator would give a condemned prisoner. His wife Moira gave me a small, friendly smile, and offered her hand. "Welcome to the family, dear." she said. She had a beautiful, lilting voice.<br /> <br /> The waitstaff started going around the room serving the food. "Its Italian night," the Luna explained, as bowls of salads, plates of meat and cheese lasagna, and carving boards of hot sourdough bread where arranged at each table. The food smelled delicious, and the Luna did not hesitate to compliment the kitchen staff on their excellent work. "Oh Berta, please come and meet Nina Boyton. Nina, this is Berta, she is the manager of our kitchen, an absolute genius with food and hospitality." Berta flushed happily and bobbed in a curtsy.<br /> <br /> "Thank you, Luna. Nice to meet you Mistress. Welcome. If you'll excuse me, the dessert..." and she hurried off again.<br /> <br /> There was the quiet and content murmur of a room full of people where were eating and enjoying casual conversations... when the door suddenly slammed open, and all conversation ground to an abrupt halt. Into the now silent hall, two young men entered... and I immediately felt a strange and dizzy sensation over take me. I held my head at the temples and peaked through my hands at what must surely be Nolan... and his brother William. Daisy was right. He was handsome. He looked like some Roman god, with his shoulders squared, his jaw set, his hair flowing around his shoulders, a little rough stubble on his finely carved jawline. He was all muscle. But his eyes... oh his eyes... even from across the room I could see the unique blue-grey color of his irises, and they were cold. Ice cold and furious. And somehow I just knew that that fury was directed at me. I felt the childish urge to slide down in my chair and hide under the table.<br /> <br /> At the same time, I was bombarded by the sweetest and most intoxicating aroma... of what? Was that his aftershave? A cologne? He didn't look like the kind of man who would douse himself in cologne, but he smelled really, really good. Like fragrant cedar and something sweet and musky. While I was on one hand tempted to hide from those cold, angry eyes... on the other hand I had the insane urge to run to him, to bury my head in his neck, and inhale that sweet, attractive smell. His mouth pressed into a flat, hard line... which totally ruined the effect of his full, sensual lips, as he stalked over to the family table.<br /> Belatedly, I noted his brother. Both the Luna and Daisy and mentioned that there was a younger brother, William. William seemed to favor his mother's genetics. He was not as big or as intimidating as Nolan, His blond hair was neatly trimmed, and he had a more willowy, graceful figure. His eyes were very blue, and very amused. As much as his brother had eyed me with hatred, I had the distinct feeling that this one was laughing at me, and I didn't like it. If there is one thing I can not tolerate, its being laughed at.<br /> <br /> I didn't worry about the younger brother for long, because the closer Nolan stalked, the stranger I began to feel. I felt like I couldn't get enough oxygen in my body, and I wondered if I might actually pass out. I'm not one of those weak, fainting girls. I've never passed out in my life. But at that moment I was seeing funny little black spots around the edge of my vision, and I was awfully dizzy.<br /> <br /> "Nolan," Luna spoke, a sharp edge of disapproval in her voice, "Its nice of you to join us. I want you to meet Nina..." Nolan jrked out a chair, and instead of offering me a hand, or a greeting or a good old-fashioned "nice to meet you," he growled at me.<br /> <br /> He growled at me, and my inner wolf whimpered. Mate. She whispered.<br /> <br /> No. Oh no no no. This cold eyed, impolite Neanderthal of a man could not be our mate. My mind fought it even as my body responded to that pheromone he was pumping out. I looked him in the eye and I saw that he knew it too. And he had absolutely no intention of acknowledging it. He must have a thing of a lot of self control to be able to shrug off the mate bond, and slather butter on a piece of bread like nothing else mattered.<br /> <br /> He hates us. He doesn't want us.<br /> <br /> I picked up my fork and tried to push my sluggish mind into some coherent thought. What were the odds that I get thrown into an arranged marriage, and the husband forced on me is actually my mate? Like one in a billion, right? But then what are the odds that I finally meet my mate, and he hates me? He hasn't said the words, but I can feel the aura of rejection wafting off of him almost as surely as I can smell his cedar-scent. How utterly cruel and unfair was that? Its like the universe having some great cosmic laugh at my expense. Well, what am I going to do? I'm not going to cry in front of all these people. Most importantly, I'm not going to cry in front of that insufferable man. I pushed my shoulders back, I shut off my whimpering wolf, I lifted my chin, and I looked him straight in the eye, as I took a bite of the lasagna. I'm sure it was as delicious as it smelled, but in that moment it tasted like dirt in my mouth. But I'd be doomed if I let that man know that I had lost my appetite over him. I chewed and swallowed, and washed it down with a swig of water.<br /> <br /> He met my eyes briefly, and then he turned to his brother and completely ignored me.<br /> <br /> His brother however, at least had the decent manners to greet me, and to welcome me to the pack. His keen blue eyes traveled back and forth between his older brother, then across the table to me, and back again. Then he shrugged and dug into his food. He made polite conversation with his mother, and sometimes he included me. "How are you finding it here, Nina? Is your room comfortable? Do you need anything?"<br /> <br /> "Oh yes, everything is great." I said, forcing more enthusiasm into my voice than I actually felt. Oh yes, everything is peachy. I've just been yanked out of my childhood home for the sake of some cute treaty. Yes, your home is very nice, and most of the people have been very friendly, but the man I'm supposed to marry is a total bad idea. Everything is great. I forced myself to eat mechanically, and made it through half the lasagna on my plate before I gave up and sat back in my chair. I stared at Nolan. He looks like Jason Mamoa I thought. Without the beard and with better hair. I wonder if he had any tattoos hiding under his clothes. My sisters would be jealous... until they realized that he's an absolute tool.<br /> <br /> Dinner plates were cleared away, and I was eager to excuse myself, but before I could push away from the table, a decadent dessert of tiramisu was brought out. I was no longer hungry. Even the prospect of sugar wasn't appealing at the moment, but I was painfully aware that I was new, I was a guest, and I needed to behave accordingly. I took a couple of bites, and really wished I had the appetite to enjoy the dessert, but I was far too aware of the man across the table. It annoyed me that he was completely unaffected. He shoveled in his food, carried on conversation, and acted like I wasn't even there. When our eyes did meet, I was met with icy, angry daggers and some silent warning that I didn't really understand.<br /> <br /> Finally, when I saw a few other people excusing themselves around the room, I saw my opportunity to escape. "Luna, thank you for a lovely meal," I said politely. "Please excuse me," I pushed back my chair, said goodnight to the rest of the table, and did my best to make a dignified exit, but it was getting harder and harder to walk normally and my stress and my exhaustion seemed to be compounding on me. But the absolute last thing I wanted at that moment was for that arrogant bad guy to see that I had a fatal flaw. He already hated me for no reason, how much more would he despise me for my weakness?<br /> <br /> I had just barely exited the room, when I felt an iron grip bite painfully into my arm, and spin me into the wall. If I hadn't had the support of the wall behind me, I would have fallen over myself. I found myself face to face with Nolan. Where his hand bit painfully into my arm, I felt the sparks. Oh Goddess the sparks that everyone made such a big deal over... they were magical, erotic, passionate, blah, blah. Well they probably never felt those sparks when their mate was squeezing out of their arm, and probably leaving bruises in the process. They probably never felt those sparks when their mate was staring down at you like you were a piece of trash they'd like to throw in the compactor. Being sexually attracted to someone who was clearly out to hurt me did not feel magical. It felt sickening.<br /> "Let me make something perfectly clear," he growled. "I do not want you, and I do not need you. You are only here in this house because my father is an old-fashioned pig-headed dummy. I will marry you to fulfill the treaty contract, but you will never be the Luna, and you will never be my mate." As if to punctuate his rejection, he gave me an extra shove against the wall, and then he stalked off in the other direction... and I was left staring after him... my mouth open, my face pale, and my arm aching.<br /> <br /> It wasn't a real rejection, right? I mean if he was formally rejecting me he would have to say the words. "I Nolan Pierceson of the Gold Mountain pack, do hereby reject you Nina..." And then I would reject him back, and the bond would break. But he hadn't said those words, exactly. Still there was a pain in my chest like something was ripping away. It was powerful enough that I had to hold my chest and gasp for breath. A few other people were trailing out of the dining room now, casting curious glances at me, and I knew I had to get upstairs before anyone started asking me questions that I couldn't answer. I was tired now, and I didn't really care who saw me limp as I dragged myself to the stairs and made my slow, painful climb up three flights. "Are you all right madam?" someone asked. I didn't even look at them, just ground out, "I'm fine." and kept climbing. Once I was at my floor, my legs were so bad I could barely walk at all. My left leg dragged, and I used the wall to balance as I made my way down the hall to my own door. Once inside I turned the lock, and fell across the bed.<br /> <br /> "I will not cry." I chanted. "I will not cry." And I didn't. Nolan Pierceson, I wasn't going to shed a tear for him, nor was I going to wallow in self-pity. He didn't want me? Well I didn't want his arrogant bottom either. My body wasn't strong, but when I set my mind to something, I had an iron will. And I had firmly set my mind against Nolan, and the mating bond. I would play nice until the new moon. When the marriage ceremony was completed, and all the pack alliances signed and sealed, I would reject him myself. And then what? What do you do with the rest of your life?<br /> <br /> Well, I would worry about the rest of my life another day. For today I settled for hot bath. I soaked my aching legs, and scrubbed the make-up off my face. I tried to dismiss Nolan from my thoughts, but I couldn't help but wonder what had made him hate me so much, right from the start. Was it me? Or was it the forced marriage? I mean, I know I'm not much to look at, and I've got a disability, but I don't think he even realized that yet. I hadn't even had enough time to truly piss him off yet. So what was it that had him in such a yank?<br /> <br /> I sighed and pulled the plug out of the tub, letting the water drain down. Men were like aliens. Who could understand them anyway? And who would want to? I slipped into my pajamas and crawled into the bed, totally overwhelmed with everything my brain had had to process in just one day.<br /> <br /> I awoke to a knock on my door. I was pretty sure I had locked it the night before, but still the handle turned and the door opened. I was expecting Daisy's smiling face, but instead it was William. "Hey," he smiled at me, and it seemed like a genuine smile this time. "Mama wanted me to come call you down for breakfast."<br /> <br /> "Oh," I said sleepily, propping myself up on my elbows. "I guess I overslept. Give me a few minutes to get ready"<br /> <br /> "Okay." Instead of leaving, he sprawled himself in the corner seat by the window and waited. I glared at him and wondered if it was entirely appropriate for your future brother-in-law to be making himself comfortable in your bedroom when you aren't even dressed. I thought about demanding he leave, but then changed my mind. Who cared if he saw me in my nightgown? It wasn't like I was indecent. And it wasn't like I owed his brother any kind of fidelity. I flipped back the covers and hauled my heavy body out of bed. I knew his keen eyes were seeing everything. He saw how I limped to the bathroom, and for once, I didn't care. Let him see. Let him see every god thing and report it back to his brother. I slammed the door to the bathroom just to punctuate my own cranky thoughts.<br /> <br /> I turned on the water to brush my teeth and wash my face, but I heard his voice over the faucet. "So that was pretty intense last night." He was commenting. I heard the door to my closet open. What, was he going through my things? "I've never seen anyone stare down my brother before." There was the definite sound of a drawer opening and closing. "This is going to be a very, very interesting marriage."<br /> <br /> I spit out my tooth paste, and yanked the door open to find that he had set out a set of clothes for me, along with clean underwear and a bra. "What are you doing in my clothes?"<br /> <br /> "No worries, just hurrying along. You have nothing to fear from me, peanut. You aren't my type."<br /> <br /> I narrowed my eyes, "And what exactly IS your type?"<br /> <br /> William sighed. "Tall, dark and handsome." I stared at him, not quite comprehending. "Men, Nina. I'm gay."<br /> <br /> "Oh." Was all I could say. Well, I suppose that probably explained his excellent fashion sense. I scooped up the clothes off the bed and retreated back into the bathroom to change. He continued to talk to me through the closed door. "Nolan didn't want to get married. Dad told him if he didn't get married, he would pass the Alpha title to his beta."<br /> <br /> "Why his beta?" I poked my head out of the bathroom again. "Why not to you?"<br /> <br /> William laughed, "Sweetheart, my dad seriously struggles with my sexual orientation. Mostly he just tries to ignore it. And besides, I don't want it. I don't have the constitution of an Alpha." I wondered exactly what that meant, but he didn't elaborate, and I didn't feel it was polite to ask. I did think it was pretty that his father would pass him up as Alpha because of his sexuality. The fact that William was kind of the black sheep of the family made me like him a little more.<br /> <br /> "So? I didn't want to get married either. Its not like it was my idea. What's he got against me?"<br /> <br /> "Nolan is always angry, don't take it personally. You just do you, and let him growl and snarl and spit all he wants. I'm sure he'll get over it eventually."<br /> <br /> "Right." He'll get over it eventually. That sounded so promising, I thought sarcastically. I dragged a brush through my tangled hair and sighed. "Okay, ready. Let's go."<br /> <br /> He held open the door for me, and I hobbled through. He held out his elbow like a gentleman, which was weird, but nice, and I took advantage of it. I waited for him to say something about my limp. But he didn't. I expected him to take me down the stairs, but instead he turned down a different corridor. "Um, where are we going?"<br /> <br /> "There is an elevator at the end of the wing. Its private, for the Alphas to access the 4th floor. But you are marrying the future alpha, so I think you are permitted to use it." At that moment I could have touched him. He produced a key from his pocket and handed it to me. "This is my key, but you can use it until you get your own. I can always take the stairs." You had to insert the key and turn it to call the elevator. Once the doors slid open, you removed the key and selected your floor. I breathed a sigh of relief as the elevator carried us down to the ground floor. It opened into an unfamiliar area behind the kitchens, but William led me through the maze of halls back to the dining room.<br /> <br /> "Ah there you are!" Luna Caydence called from the table.<br /> <br /> "I'm sorry Luna, I overslept."<br /> <br /> "Think nothing of it dear, but I wanted to go over some details of the wedding ceremony with you."<br /> <br /> Well, there went my appetite for breakfast. I didn't want to think about a wedding, let alone plan the details. "Your father sent over a dress," She was saying, and passed me a white box that was getting a little yellowed around the edges. I lifted the cover and felt tears burn behind my eyes.<br /> <br /> "Oh... my mother's dress." I whispered. I touched the delicate silk and lace. That was a strangely thoughtful and sentimental gesture on my father's part. Who forces their daughter into an arranged marriage, and then sends them a precious family heirloom? But it only made me feel more sad and distraught. I had dreamed that one day I would marry my soul mate, the love of my life, and I would wear my mama's dress, which had been HER mama's dress. It seemed wrong to wear such a special garment to a farce of marriage with a man who despised me.<br /> <br /> "Oooh, it was your mother's? How very special! Take it out dear, lets see it!"<br /> <br /> I didn't really want to take it out of the box, but I did. It was a simple and beautiful dress, with a fitted bodice, off-the shoulder sleeves, and a long, full skirt. The bodice was decorated with lace and tiny pearls, and the same lace edged the bottom of the long skirt. I was not as pretty or shapely as my mother, but we were a similar size, and I thought the dress would fit me well enough without needing any alterations. The Luna fawned over the dress. "Its very pretty, so elegent. You will look absolutely beautiful." She said kindly. I swallowed the knot in my throat and carefully folded it back into the box. Mama would have hated all of this. She would never have let this marriage happen, especially if she got a glimpse of the black-and-blue fingerprints that Nolan had left on my arm last night.<br /> <br /> I took a deep breath and set the box aside as breakfast arrived. I sipped my tea and listened as the Luna went over other details. Flowers and seating and ceremonial nuances. I didn't care, but I tried my best to act interested. When she asked me questions, I answered. "What is your favorite flower, dear?"<br /> <br /> "Sunflowers." I said without hesitation.<br /> <br /> "And your favorite color?"<br /> <br /> "Turquoise."<br /> <br /> She went on about bringing a stylist to do my hair and make up, and I swirled a spoon around in my yogurt. Really I just wanted this to be over. William came and sat and occasionally added his two cents to the conversation. The wedding ceremony would be on the back lawn, with seating for private guests only. The gazebo would be decorated out for the occasion. After it was all official, we would move to the pack meeting house, where we would be publicly celebrated, and Nolan would be presented as the new Alpha of the pack, and I would be presented as Luna.<br /> <br /> I choked on my tea. Nolan had said emphatically that I would "never be Luna." But it seemed that his parents had other ideas. What was I supposed to do? "Luna, I don't think--"<br /> <br /> The Luna gave me a hard look. "You are his wife. You will be the Luna. No matter what he says." That made me wonder if Nolan had already taken this argument to his mother. Would I still be the Luna after I rejected him? Would he divorce me once he had all his political ducks in a row? I wanted to bury my head in my hands. I gave William a pleading look, but he only shrugged back at me. So much for having an ally in the house.	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