99 Days With My Alpha

Chapter 6

Alana’s POV

The day had already been planned by my parents. It had been two days since the death of my best friend, brother, and fiancé, and I was already getting married. I had expected them to delay it so they could grieve their dead soldiers and their sons. I thought they would want to take at least a day to pretend that they cared about the death of Cami and Tyler, but they seemed to care less. The wedding was already in full effect, and it passed like a breeze because I was not mentally in check with it.

This wasn’t what I pictured my wedding to be. I had always thought that I was going to be with Cami while I planned the wedding of the season but now, I wasn’t even going to be around for her burial. I was going to be with f*****g Ronan, the man responsible for all of these. After the events, I started to pack the clothes that I was going to take with me. I had barely ever travelled in my life, and now I was expected to pack all of it in less than a day.

“Are you going to be okay?” Nancy placed a hand on my shoulder, a sympathetic look playing on her face. She seemed to be the only one who was even remotely sorry for me about what happened to me. She was one of the only friends I had too, after Cami. I was glad that I was going to be able to take her with me because I didn't know if I would be able to survive alone.

“I mean, I will be fine.” I sighed, putting my jewellery in the box where I was packing them. I intentionally kept back the pieces that my parents gave me because I believed that maybe someday, even as a miracle, I would be able to come here. While I was there, I didn't want a reminder of how my own parents sent me away.

“Can I ask you a question, Nancy?” I turned to face her.

She nodded while she folded and placed my shirts in the bag, “Yes, sure.”

“Why do you think he asked to marry me?” I asked her. I didn't know why he would want to marry me, because that was the first time I was ever seeing him.

“Probably because he saw how pretty you were?” She raised a brow.

I rolled my eyes, “Seriously, Nancy.”

She let out a giggle as she shook her head, “I wish I knew. But most of the reason why alphas would do that is because they wanted leverage. If he wanted something from the alpha, your father, he would get it from him easier, you know.”

I scoffed. If only he knew, “I guess he made the wrong choice. I would be the last person that should be used as leverage against my parents.” I whispered under my breath. Her silent approval made my heart ache.

After that conversation, the room fell silent and we continued to pack. After we were done, I was surprised by the amount of bags that were wheeled out, filled with any clothes. I hoped that my room back there would be big enough to accommodate all of this, because I would hate to hoard my stuff because I didn't have a place to put them. After they had been wheeled out completely, I headed to my empty closet and reminisced about the last moment I had with my best friend.

It was just like yesterday, and now she is gone. I fought back the tears with all I could before I wore the last of the clothes that were hung in the closet that I had kept for this trip. It was a simple dress. I knew my parents were going to disapprove of my clothing choice because I was supposed to be dressed as perfectly as possible, but I didn't care. It wasn’t a love marriage, and I sure as hell was not going to try and pretend that it was one. When I was done dressing, I dusted some makeup on my face before I headed out of my room. I gave it one last look before I got out and headed to the sitting room where I was going to say goodbye to my family.

I had a lot of sisters and brothers. Most of them were half my siblings, who were born by the concubines of my father. It was one of the traditions that I despised, because my mother saw him cheat on her every day with the concubines for the purpose of giving birth to more children so that the bloodline of the alpha would never fade. The scariest part was that she was okay with it. I loved all of my siblings dearly and I tried to give them as much love as I could because I didn't want them to have the same childhood as I did, but it got too overwhelming and I had to stop. I wished them the best but they weren’t my responsibility.

When I got to the sitting room, they were all seated. Rayna, my only full sister, stood up and hugged me. She was my immediate younger sister and one of the reasons I was going ahead with this. If I didn't get married soon, then she was never going to be able to get married and have a family. It was part of the stupid traditions I hoped would be put to stop one day.

“I am going to miss you so much, Alana.” She cried into my chest.

I closed my eyes and smiled, letting the tears fall freely this time, “I am going to invite you over soon.” I told her.

After that, it was all tears and hugs before I headed outside to the car that was going to take me to the pack. It was a convoy, with the remaining cars taking all of the clothes that I had packed. Nancy was seated beside me as we left. It took several hours of going in and out of sleep before we finally reached the pack. The size and the technology of the pack was the first thing that caught my eye, which made me realize how much I have been missing out on tourism. I hated traveling. I guess I didn't have to worry about that anymore because if I wanted to, I couldn’t. I was already married to a man who was a well-known tyrant.

We drove until we reached the palace. In front of it, there were guards aligned, wearing the same uniform that the men wore when they killed my best friend. I felt my heart twitch in an unimaginable way as the door was opened for me and I stepped out. The air suddenly felt like it was suffocating me. My lungs were constricted and my eyes burnt from unshed tears.

“Are you okay?” Nancy asked, placing a hand on my shoulder as the car drove off and the guards started to take my belongings into the palace.

“No.” I let out a breath and put on my neutral face before I sauntered into the palace.

I didn't bother to answer any greetings until I was inside. Ronan was the first person I saw. He was seated on one of his thrones in the living room, legs crossed while he gave orders to some of the guards in front of him. When he noticed that I was in front of him, he stopped, staring at me with an unreadable look on his face. Like the one, he flashed me two days ago when he first saw me and decided that he wanted to marry me.

“I am going to call for you later.” He told the guards in front of him, his eyes still on mine.

They stood up and left, then he stood too and he headed towards me, his strides thick with masculinity and charisma. When he was in front of him, his tall and bulky frame was towering over me but I refused to move away and look intimidated, even though deep down I was a scared mess.

“Amara.” He whispered, his light brown eyes narrowing as he studied my face.

“Who is that?” I asked him.

“I think I believe you now, Ronan.” Someone I didn't notice behind him said, and I turned to look at him. I guessed that he was his beta because he was seated on the chair right next to his throne.

I gave them puzzled looks as I watched them, trying to figure out what they were saying but they were just staring at me with wide eyes, like I was some discovery that they had found.

“Excuse me?” I choked out because I started to feel uncomfortable under their gazes.

“Guard,” Alpha Ronan called out to the guard that was behind me, and he answered. “Take her to her room,” he said before he turned to me, his gaze and tone softening. “I am going to meet you in a few moments.” He said.

I let out a breath before I turned and followed the guard as he led me to my room, still trying to think of why the hell he called me Amara. He couldn’t tell me that he didn't know my real name, and he agreed to be married to me. The marriage wasn’t traditional and we didn't exchange vows, but at least he should know from the marriage certificate that was sent to him a day ago to sign and officiate the marriage. I rolled my eyes, tossing the thought aside, and focusing on how I was going to settle down in my new room instead.