Blood Sharing?
Kyle's POV
How badly did I hurt this woman?
How much damage did I cause, just when I thought we were getting better and she was finally being kinder to me.
We were back to where we started, because she really thought so low of me to cheat? Why would I want to cheat on the woman I've had my eyes on for years?
I finally had her, and I would want to cheat on her? Am I crazy? Of course, it turns out I'm truly an asshole because I didn't even try to clear the air.
She really believed that I was cheating, and I let her believe it. Why, I didn't know. Maybe I just felt she would've known me better to know I would never do such a thing.
I was going to take pride in officially marrying her today. That court marriage? It didn't cut it. I was going to make this marriage real, whether she liked it or not and she wouldn't want to leave me when I was done with her.
I can't make any promises to change, but I wished she would accept me and my methods. She fascinated me so much and finally, I was going to see her in that white beautiful dress today.
I couldn't resist the urge to touch her, to feel her ass, and it was everything I imagined from the last time I had her in bed with me, seven years ago. It was still everything I wanted and more.
As the days went by, my self control cracked little by little. I wondered how long I would be able to hold it in before I took her and had her. Sure, she hated me, I could live with that, but I couldn't live with her ignoring me or sinking back into that hole.
So even if it takes annoying or touching her to get an emotion out of her, even anger, I was more than happy to do it.
She probably deserved better so too bad she got me, because I'm never leaving her alone.
I didn't need any special beauticians to dress me up. I could handle myself but never her, I sent the best and only the best of the best to her room.
I'm sure by now she was wearing her dress, her face full of beautiful makeup and her hair styled in such a way that would make it easier to grab her hair and take her to hell when all of this is over. I honestly cared for the aftermath of the wedding more.
I couldn't see her in her wedding dress so I left the mansion immediately, straight to the venue. It's not that I couldn't, I just didn't. I wanted to be surprised when I saw her. She was like a treat waiting to be unwrapped after I'm done being a good boy. I'm so hopeless.
The whole pack filled the hall to the brim, and we all awaited my wife after we had all settled into the wedding ceremony.
Like a true reward granted, I spotted my wife finally walking down the aisle with one of my old betas.
Her beautiful long hair, up in a bun, her dress, the most beautiful I've ever seen in my entire life, the trail behind her, uncovering flowers from underneath her dress as she came closer, I wanted to die on that hill.
I already knew she would smell so good and when she finally arrived, I almost actually died.
She smiled at me. She was pretending, sure, but she smiled at me and made it seem genuine, and she was so close, I wanted to tie her to me and we would never ever be separated forever.
Just when I thought she couldn't be more beautiful, she shocked me further. If she would stop challenging me, she'll find out just how much power she has over me. I guess she doesn't want to find out then, and I can also work with that.
The true festivities and rituals commenced.
A lot of ancient rites were performed, we got our blessing from the elders and shamans who made multiple prophecies about how we would prosper together as one happy couple. The most important ritual to me, blood sharing, followed.
An ancient but sacred, holy knife for this purpose was used to prick both our fingers, and we exchanged blood.
They cheered for us, as it meant we were almost married the white way. I was the happiest man there.
I saw and noticed that she was tweaking, about to freak out and that made me panic. Panic was written all over her face and she had never looked so uncomfortable and disturbed since I met her.
What the hell was wrong with her? At this point she was barely hiding it so if she turned around and faced the members, they would notice. I just wanted everything right.
So I took matters into my own hands and got close to her. I whispered into her ears, asking her what the matter was calmly and silently so nobody would hear.
As if she had been waiting for me, she immediately broke down but subtly.
“What are we doing, Kyle? Blood sharing?” I watched her features. She shook her head slightly like she was disappointed.
“You didn't tell me about this earlier. It's a fake wedding so why did you let it happen?” She sounded so sad and hurt like she wanted to burst into tears. Her lips were trembling and I knew that any moment now, if I didn't stop her, she would actually start crying.
“Sabrina-” I tried to calm her down but she wasn't having it as she cut me short.
“We are not even mates. We don't have any bond, and that's why I agreed to the blood sharing because then it wouldn't mean anything. Still, this is all too much. The rituals make it real. I don't know how many times I have to tell you that this was never part of the agreement. I thought it was just going to be a simple wedding, what's all of this for? Shamans? Really? I really want to leave.”
Now it was my time to panic.
“Sabrina, please don't do this. You're right, we are not mates, so you have nothing to worry about. None of it is real, it's just protocol. Please, just stay. Don't leave.”
Begging? Not my style, but what could I do? At this point there was nothing I wouldn't say to convince her to stay because she had every tendency to actually abandon me here at the altar.
“I hate you so much. I hate everything about you.” Her voice had become stable. She was slowly coming back. I never believed it for once that she hated me but I just let her deceive and lie to herself.
“I know and I'm sorry.”
She stayed stable for the rest of the wedding, not disappointing me and doing such a great job. After all the rituals, the wedding celebrations finally began. We danced, fed each other, and generally had the best time. I cherished every single moment, finally truly getting married to the one woman I've always wanted, and for real.
Lastly, an old woman addressed the both of us. She said that while it was my obligation to rule and rule fairly, she had her own role to play as my official Luna. She would offer emotional and spiritual support to the lack, providing guidance.
It's supposed to come naturally to her from that point onward. She thinks it wouldn't. I say she's already had it in her.
She'll be so pissed to find out the whole thing is real, but by that time, I've probably already made her fall head over heels with me. Oh my sweet Sabrina, my fucking wife.