Aspen

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Aspen My father wasted no time getting the wedding together. Three weeks, that’s all it took. Which was actually impressive. I’ve seen weddings take months to prepare. Especially ones to this extent. I need to get away from the hustle and bustle of the castle decorations. Literally everyone was here. It was like my father called the entire kingdom to come help get things ready. And of course, they answered without hesitation. I was loved. Zion was loved because he loved me. He was currently leading me away from the castle to the forest. We’d found a special place a little ways into the thick trees. It was gorgeous, and as far as we could tell, we were the only ones that knew about it. Like it was created just for us. This is were we spent our alone time. It was hard to get a kiss in at the castle. My father was either pulling me to pick out flowers or sending Zion to help unload flour from the carts for the cake. The last two weeks we’d only gotten the hour or two that we were here in the forest to spend together. Zion would always tell me we have the rest of our lives to spend with each other after this weekend, but I still found myself missing him throughout the day. I missed his touch, his hand in mine, his lips against mine. I had to remind myself that in just five short days, I’d be waking up next to him every morning and going to sleep next to him every night. I wouldn’t have to be so careful about my shows of affection. We’d be married and for some reason that changed the way people looked at public displays of affection. His hand tightened around mine as we got closer to our special place. He pulled back the thick vines that hid it away from the world and guided me inside. It was like entering another world. The beautiful rock waterfall that flowed so gently into the stream below that was surrounded by thick, green grass that was great for laying in. The colorful array of flowers always took my breath away. Nature was beyond amazing. Before I could turn to say something to him, he pulled me to him and crashed his lips to mine. Apparently I wasn’t the only one that needed this. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer, deepening our kiss. If you would have asked me last month if I ever thought I’d be kissing Zion, I would have laughed in your face. Literally. I never thought he thought of me like that, not until that night. I felt him grab my hips and lift me up, and I wrapped my legs around his waist and he held on to me. I never felt like he would drop me, he was my safe place. Before we could continue our lip locking, I felt this slow pain in my chest before it exploded. I cried out and slid from his arms to the ground in a puddle of sobs. I clenched my hand over my heart and cried out again. Goddess this was painful. Zion was pulling me into his lap as I sobbed, trying to connect the dots of why I was suddenly feeling like this. Since that first night, Silas hadn’t tried anything with Lena. It didn’t make me feel any better every time I kissed Zion, but I’d been so hurt I didn’t even care. He was married to her. He didn’t fight for me. Whatever I did to hurt him, he deserved it. When the pain faded, I felt empty. Like my heart had just been ripped from my chest. I felt Zion go stiff and I turned to look at him, confusion written all over my face. His eyes were wide, his nostrils were flared and he looked primal. Like his wolf was in control. I felt it, but this was insane, right? He knew, I could tell he knew. “Z?” I asked softly, reaching up and touching his cheek. His eyes closed and he took a deep breath. I knew he was mine, I knew we were meant to be. This just proved it beyond my wildest imagination. When he opened his eyes, he growled. The only thing he could say was the thing I knew from that first kiss after Silas’ wedding. “MINE.” 
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