Considerably Wicked

My heart was tore apart Into a millot 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.