Prisoner of Posessive Love

Chapter 7 - The Wedding

The three of us have been chatting and laughing while I did Meghan’s hair and make-up. I am quite good at it - she was making me do it since we were 10.

We heard a knock on the door and I immediately felt the scent of pinewood. It was him. I turned in an instant to see Rafael’s sad eyes first. I immediately felt guilty for my quick reaction to his brother. While Dimitry smirked.

"Raf, it’s time for you to get ready," he said without a hint of regret.

 "I guess I see you later, Princess," Rafael winked at me again and the Alpha growled quietly.

 "Bye," I waved and wanted to return to Megs’ hair, but I felt the strongest sense of sparks again and looked at Demitry.

He smirked again and said:

"See you in an hour, Little One. Hope you like the dress."

"What?" I mumbled, but he already left.

"Speaking of the dress," Meghan pinched me a bit, "You really should have a look at it."

I walked to a rail on which the wedding dress was hanging and saw that there was one more hanger with a cover on it, saying Alyssa in golden letters. I unzipped the cover and gasped. Inside was the most beautiful wine red one-shoulder Valentino dress. It was made of chiffon and silk and I knew that it was a limited edition, since I tried to buy it a month ago when it came out and failed miserably.

"What the…" I couldn’t even finish the sentence.

 "I know, right?!" Megs giggled,  "The Alpha chose it for you himself!"

"You are joking!" I couldn’t believe it.

"Nope! I was choosing my dress and he was going through the catalogs with me. I originally chose a pink dress with ruffles and rhinestones…"

   I cringed at the thought.

"But Alpha said that it’s not you!" she continued, "So my plan to avenge myself for the ritual dress failed miserably. Haha!"

 "Asshole," I pinched her lightly, "I can’t believe a man can choose a dress like this for a woman."

"Don’t melt," Meghan laughed, "There were only designer dresses to choose from. And he chose something red and revealing. This is what any man would choose!"

"I guess you are right," I shrugged my shoulders.

An hour later the ceremony started and I was going to be the first person walking to the altar. Never have I ever felt so many eyes on me. It was a big pack and although not even a quarter was invited to the wedding, there were hundreds and hundreds of guests. I felt uncomfortable and slightly embarrassed from all the sudden attention, but then I saw him. Demitry. In a beautifully fitted dark grey suit, standing on the left side of the groom. He was a very handsome man, without a doubt. And he was looking at me the whole time I walked. I looked around a bit and noticed that all the young girls were eyeing me with hatred. I guess he is popular.  I walked to my place on the right side of the alter. I was standing right in front of the Alpha and although he was a good few meters away from me, sparkles even got me there. Will they ever go away?

The ceremony was beautiful, but I mentally missed almost all of it, as I couldn’t concentrate on anything under Demitry’s gaze. Finally, Megs and Tyler were announced husband and wife and went through the confetti of red petals that guests were throwing at them. The wind blew and I saw how beautiful rose petals are flowing around me in the sunlight.  It was a beautiful sight. And for a second I forgot where I was. Until I felt someone’s arm touching me. I looked at the person and saw Demitry smiling gentry at me. He offered me a hand and I accepted, but before we started walking after the newlyweds, he carefully brushed my hair and got one of the petals that stuck in my locks.

"Beautiful," he said looking at me the whole time and then smelled the petal.

 It was so intimate that I blushed again and felt warm somewhere in the lower part of my stomach. Arousal was undeniable!  His face changed suddenly and I think now my face matched the red dress perfectly. He felt it!

  He smirked and whispered into my ears:

 "Don’t be in a hurry, Little One, we have all the time in the world for this."

I decided that it would be better not to answer and we started walking. Suddenly I felt a gaze that was neither curious nor hostile towards me. I raised my eyes and saw Rafael. He was sad. I felt guilty, although none of this was my fault.

We walk into the reception area and Demitry leads me to our table. I roll my eyes again as this is the most obvious set up in the world. All the other tables except for bride and groom’s are for up to 12 people, while ours is tucked on a balcony behind everyone’s and it’s just for the two of us. It is smaller and much more intimate and we are completely cut off from all the guests. 

"This is…" I sigh and decide not to finish the sentence. The Alpha is eager for me to sit down as he moves my chair for me. 

"I hope you don’t mind," he chuckles, "I wanted us to be able to talk privately."

 The waiter immediately appears and pours us some champagne. And Demitry raises the glass:

"To finally seeing you again, little one, " he says while looking me in the eye.

"Cheers," I smile and take a sip. It’s definitely expensive champagne. 

"And hopefully, after today, I’ll be seeing much more of you."

  I almost choke at these words and I see him chuckle at that.

"Alpha Demitry," I finally manage to say. I’d better tear this plaster off in one go and not prolong the torture for both of us. 

 "Please," he interrupts, "Call me by my name".

He puts his hand on mine and I melt. Damn biology! It is very hard to fight the attraction, especially when there is physical contact. 

"Little one," he squeezes my fingers, "You promised me a date before you make any decision. And it just starts now. Let’s save the serious talk for the end of the day".

We have our meal together and I hate to admit it, but I enjoy it. Demitry is a very well-educated man, not at all what I expected, considering that I was expecting a dumb and muscly cold-hearted killer. The wedding is exquisite and I enjoy my time with my mate. Kira has never been so happy and if I let her take control then we’d mate here and now. Which is why I don’t, I even try to block her from the mind switch at some point, but I can still feel whatever she feels, so it doesn’t help much. The Alpha tries to steal a touch here and there and I know the game he is playing. It’s pleasant. His every touch is to die for in terms of pleasures. But I need to control myself, so I try to break any physical contact when it occurs. 

The newlyweds just had their first dance and Demitry immediately raises from his place and invites me to dance. Nicely played. Because now he leans tightly against my body, his breath is just centimeters away and one of his hands touches my naked back from time to time. That’s why he chose that dress! I am completely sure!

He bends closer to me, so his cheek rubs against mine and says: 

"You smell divine, little one," he inhales my scent and I am melting. The moment is so magical, I simply cannot resist him. I close my eyes and let him lead me all the way. He chuckles lightly and then brushes one of the naughty curls off my face. I open my eyes to realize that he is dangerously close. But I cannot say I care at this particular moment in time. I breathe in his smell and it’s divine. His body is too close to mine now and he is holding me by my bare waist from the back. I look into his green eyes and mumble, " Demitry, I…"

  He kisses me. Passionately, but also gentle. His tongue is playing with mine and I feel the tension building…  

  Stupid mate bond! Stupid, stupid mate bond! I suddenly realize that everyone is watching us! And I mean EVERYONE. I push myself away and break the kiss. 

 "I am sorry, Alpha Demitry," I am trying to apologize while figuring out what to do next. But suddenly my legs are torn off the ground. What the hell?! 

  Demitry is holding me in his hands and without saying a word he is moving towards the exit. I gasp as I have no word...  I see my father and brother raising from their seats, but they are immediately blocked by Crimson pack members and Tyler of all the people.

 "He just wants to talk," I hear Ty explaining to my Dad…  What the… How does he know? Was it all planned?