My heart tore apart Into a million shreds. Unlike every other she-wolves that found their mates, specially prepared for them by the moon goddess, I was married off to someone that I didn't love and I knew absolutely nothing about.
Sighs
I squinted then finally blinked as my dainty eyes opened an the assort of maids that flocked around me but with a mirror to reveal everything and my self portrait in it.
I drew a really deep breath, deeper than I had ever drawn all my life and I could feel my heart popping hard on my chest.
The majority of them had been engaged in fine tuning my already lavished make up, gone past the foundation and even up to the eye liner, contour aside.
They made me into more of the fierce werewolf self that my mother brought me into, while others focused on the wedding dress I wore and some minor comparable details.
My thoughts had run so far and wild that I saw myself in the arms of an Alpha to relish my very being, who with all I did was roam free, not as a bargaining chip nor as a perceived tool for fulfilling an ambition, but as a werewolf who wasn't different from the others around me.
Seemingly, I wedded him for the affection and intimacy I yearned for, with a mate of my own.
I've never even shared a moment with the old Alpha that I'm to marry, talk more of the love, barely even lust, he didn't have for me.
His age has almost reached that of my father's and that alone creeps me out, I'm being prepared to to get married to him because my father is bent up on some silly goal he held, does this even sound right to him.
My dreams have always been for a handsome and daring Alpha to be smitten on sight with me, so much so that he can't get his heart to stop racing and his libido to pipe down, when I get within his sight.
Someone that can't even get enough of me, taking me into his arms in a palace filled with all the blissful things and love I lost to my mother's passing and father's bearing the grunt of it all on himself and me while I grew up.
Rather, the ol' cargo that was coming to take me away was literally not able to carry his own self not to talk of sweeping me off my two feet.
No matter how far I would run on the grassy plane of my distant fantasy, Alpha Derek would always be a step ahead to halt one thing or the other and veer me, against my will, to a direction that he suggested I would be more purposeful if I applied herself to push his ambitions.
There was no doubting it, I need to escape the reality I have found herself in.
My mother had hoped for my best interest before she died and my father would adhere to it just so that his girls would never be lacking.
When my mother died in the hands of masked men that found their way into his camp in the night, they swore to take over his pack and were thwarted by the Alpha.
He already knew what they were after and he swore to the throne, to his lineage and to his wife's lying corpse, that he would take from them what they had taken from him, his everything.
I was an intended tool used in achieving all that so much so that he locked his heart away and hardened his resolve to allow nothing stand in his way of getting what he wanted, conquest.
Preparations had already been underway and a full camp of staff had decked the halls with jolly, tied the marriage ribbons around all the gargoyles, painted the fences and set up the podium for the bride's presentation, for my presentation.
There was a full space behind the palace that no one dared pass through on a blissful day like this.
'Would I be able to slip through there?' I said out loud, as I finally worded out my thought.
As if anyone would notice my proposed escape even if I came to the highest peak and screamed aloud my heading, considering how busy they were.
The Older Maid's POV
'Yes your majesty, is it too tight?' the maid that had been fixing the bride's girdle said as she thought Delilah had been talking to her.
'No it's alright, I was only talking to myself.' Delilah replied.
'You look like a Luna already your majesty. Your mother would have loved to see how marveling you're adorned in the wedding gown handed down by your grandmother, now that it's your turn to be given out with it.' I had finished applying the mascara that I repeatedly suggested against, but was forced to because the bride to-be thought it would make her unappealing enough to be turned down on the alter.
'I heard this Alpha is some political high ranker in the pack leader's affairs. His influence reaches past even the continent and he has riches, lands, his concubine alone are of rare breed, that's not even to begin narrate his sex slaves tendencies.' Delilah's bridesmaid had begun her own cheeky set of revealing truths about the old crooner that she was to marry, Delilah seemed to just be finding all this out, she conceivably didn't even know up to half of what her bridesmaid finished narrating.
'But I don't think he can manage to bare any more children, he only plans to marry you and add to his collection of fair damsels. Nothing like bad boy romance, only to have you open you pussy and or ass to the thrusting of his cock that can't be erect anymore and saggy balls. Won't you be so lucky though, his influence will make you revered.' Said another maiden as a gossip session then ensued, and Delilah at the center and my old ass at the edge.
'Wow, revered my foot. What's the point in being revered if you'll be forced out of loyalty because your man can't satisfy you ... Saggy balls and not erect enough or at all cock, just gives me jitters.' Her bridesmaid and best friend added.
'But his "everything" will give you so much pleasure. Aside from the part about tiring sex. This Alpha is loaded. Imagine laying with him on a bed that your father's wealth can't ... oh by the goddess. Sorry, I'm speaking out of tone. It just makes me flustered thinking about it though. What would I not give to be you right now .' She added as she fixed the pin onto the wedding gown, with it being on her body even.
'The Alpha doesn't do romance, he doesn't do thirsty licks and ... Delilah, you will pull through I know it, but tell your pussy that you will need ...' A young maid said as I cut her short.
Her role was to address Delilah's hair but she had started talking out of line so I had to caution her.
'Hush child. Do you not know of your manners.' I had slapped against her running mouth so much so that she only let out a gasp.
Who dared touch the oldest in the room, who raised their princess.
I had stretched my hand severally to pull down her claimed grip of a sensitive hurting spot in Delilah's hair but she only pulled it down to below her jawline.
Delilah's POV
'All these maids and the respect they give to me, I love it but sometimes, I just want to see myself through a commoner's eyes.' I thought to myself.
'It's alright, she didn't mean to. Besides, who said I'm getting married ...' I then revealed my plots, hinted in that single statement, looking away from them and drawing straight to my person.
I had unmasked a trail to my plans for the day making them known, even though I had no clear idea yet, they didn't get it nevertheless.
All of them then turned to me with contradicting thoughts, they were literally preparing me for my wedding and ...
'Doesn't she knows that she's getting married.' I heard cold whispered as the cough to break the silence didn't do.
The Older Maid's POV
She was the definition of eminence, a bosom to die for and a werewolf Luna made. Crowned with jewels only comparable to the quality of freshly mined precious metals that have every single impurity cleared from their ores with such fine tuned precision.
She didn't even take offense for the utterances and rather excused the young maid that blathered out, I would suggest that she already knew her fate.
I didn't understand although when she declared that she wasn't getting married.
'The young princess wants to elope, I just hope it's a fine man that wouldn't do ...' I whispered to her hearing of my own decryption of her implied hints when she cut in.
'Father knows what he is doing and he knows I would never adhere to this. He's tying my hands down and making sure I have no say in this.' Delilah said as she implied her intention to go against her father's wishes.
I didn't want to involve my advice so as not to incur the king's wrath but Delilah needed to know more about listening to her parents and Alpha Derek needed to listen to his daughter the more
Contradicting, yes. But at the same time adhere-able.
Delilah's POV
'The old man has dreams, why do I have to be the tool that he uses to achieve them. He just wants to rule the continent, take what they took from him, his world, my mother. Marrying into an old cunt's pack and gaining a share of his political prowess over the continent is surefire going to achieve a lot but why me, why me father.' I begun to shed streams of tears that to made my eyes red and soggy.
I turned to the older maid with an appealing gaze as I hinted my yearn for consolement from someone that I had been all too familiar with, that wasn't my father.
Ever since my mother died, she had been the one that stood to serve as my guide to supplement, somewhat fill in, her never forgotten place in my life
As a result, she was the one that always stood by me not him
The Older Maid's POV
Her father had left her home training desolate from the grieving loss of his wife that he has never gotten over so I was forced to take up the mantle and teach her to cook, wash cloth and even reject the advances of lustful men who want nothing mire than a one another stand.
Her mother taught her the true strength of a woman before she died that made her envy to want much more than what she has been forced to by her father.
Although I am not going to be the one to walk her down the aisle when the sun was to rise, I can still boast of having seen so many sun rising while watching her grow up that it has become the fulfillment I need to her mother's legacy and my own loss.
'You would be beyond happy, I promise my ...' I tired to reassure her as Alpha Derek led a thud through to the wall behind the door as he just barged in.
'Happy, married to someone as old as him?' Delilah said disregarding her father's presence but directing the comparison to him.