His beloved witch

Chapter 13: Once upon a time…

-Blanche-

"Clara had a rough night." Silvia is upset. Clara's pregnancy is close to term, and the bond with Josh is what keeps her body strong. A night apart, and the young she-wolf is suffering. "Who invented this tradition of being apart the night before the mating ceremony?" s

“It is this lavish mating ceremony… Clara does not like it. It is not her style,” Brady said because Luna Margaret was not around. I guess she that on her throat.

“Luna Margaret adores Clara, and she wanted to show off a little," Sophie argued.

Clara left this event in Margaret’s hands. I do not know what she was thinking... Maybe Maggie is overcompensating.

Regardless, I love the decoration and the beautiful gowns we are wearing. Silver suits me better than gold. Although, I had to change mine a little. I will not have a deep cleavage, but I have a naked back. A little more skin will harm no one.

"Besides, Clara is our princess; no one expects less." Sophie went on. "It will be expensive, notorious, and memorable for a generation. The wait for it will be worth it."

I knew it! Josh got Clara pregnant before the mating ceremony, and that is something werewolves look down upon. Silly werewolves.

“I know.” Angel stepped in. “But doves and peacock?”

Maggie went overboard for sure!

Brady knows about this situation. Her mating ceremony with Carter was organized by her mother-in-law, too. A presumptuous b***h, unlike Maggie.

“Maggie did it with the best intentions," I said, and then I looked at Brady.

“That b***h better be nicer to you,” I told her, and Brady smiled at me.

"Yes," she replied and caressed her slight bump. Another puppy is on the way. The gamma family must be thrilled.

“Besides, yesterday was the mating ceremony… This is just a formality; Clara and Josh are bonded long before this event.” I said, pointing to the obvious.

Clara broke down in tears yesterday. Josh, the gentle Alpha, prepared a secret mating ceremony for them on the beach in Silver Rain.

Josh even got another dress for Clara from her favorite boutique in Saint Isabella… one made by fairies. The pregnancy of Clara will not magically disappear because of the dress; she will look and feel better wearing something more of her taste.

The gals calmed down after my words. Young people stress over nothing. Silvia left us to be with Clara.

“Clara is ready, but there is a problem...” Sophie said after her eyes flickered black. “Allen left. He talked with Josh and Marcus a moment ago.”

"Allen needs a break from everything," I said. This was a rough year for Allen. And there is so much love in the air, so many mated couples with plans and babies.

Sophie and Marcus want a baby, while Josh and Clara are about to become parents. Angel is also pregnant, and now Brady. It is the baby fever. I can understand the gamma male.

"Understandable, but who is going to walk with you, Blanche?” Angel asked.

“I can walk alone. I do not care.”

"We do care!" Maggie said, walking into the room with Misha behind her.

I went to hug them both.

“You look beautiful, Blanche!” Misha exclaimed.

“Of course, I have not aged a day!” I replied and turned around to show my back.

“Blanche!” Maggie gasped.

“Exactly!” I answered.

“Never mind…” Maggie said. “Elias can walk with you. I have asked him already, and he agrees.”

Shit! No one in this room besides Silvia knows about my story with him. And she is not here to help.

“I am fine. I can walk alone."

“But Blanche, it will not look good! Please!” Maggie whined.

"How old are you, Maggie?" Misha asked her, annoyed. Luna Michelle is always proper and gentle. "If Blanche does not want to, then it is her choice." I can count on this Luna.

“Please! It must be perfect… If you do not walk with him, you will stand out… Others will think no werewolf wanted to walk with you.”

"Elias is not a werewolf," I argued. Besides, he is not a close friend of Josh, and he is not even my friend.

"He is Counsellor of the King. It will look better than you, walking alone while the others follow in pairs!" Maggie can be stubborn in her plans.

“Then, I will go at the end, just before Clara and her father.”

I did not care about Maggie's plans. No one can force Blanche into something she does not want to!

Maggie complained some more, but Misha got her to understand. Those two cannot be more different despite their looks.

Clara looked so pretty in the new dress. And happier since it was her mate who ordered it for her. Soulmates… They understood each other.

We formed in line as agreed. Angel and Shawn were at the head, followed by Brady and Carter, then Sophie and Marcus with me alone at the end of the tail, opening the way for Clara and her father.

And so… we walked the red carpet in a room full of werewolves and other species. I was glad to see my fairy friends also there. Clara did not forget to invite them.

There were rows and rows of werewolves I have never met.

Then I saw my witch sisters. Morgana waved at me while a soft blush colored her cheeks. I will talk to her later. I hate being mad at her or any of my friends. Besides, I will tell her I was right. She had Paige by her side.

Shit! The walk was long!

As I walked several steps behind Sophie and Marcus, I felt the weight of so many eyes on me. I knew that being a witch among werewolves will make me stand out, but I did not expect to feel it this way.

Once I took my place with the rest of the gals holding my small bouquet, I sensed the stares heavier and heavier on my back. I felt compelled to turn and look for the source in the crowd.

He was close to the altar, in the first row, with other Royals. Those green eyes… I knew them.

Since I am not afraid of anyone, I looked directly into his eyes. I do not care who the hell he is. I will not feel uncomfortable at the mating ceremony of my friend.

The hell with him! He did not stop looking at me! I thought it was a challenge, and I raised my chin, looking back at him.

They will not intimidate Blanche Lebrun!

“What are you doing?” Sophie asked me in a whisper.

“What?” I was still looking at the handsome Lycan that kept staring at me.

“He is the King of Lycans! Do not challenge him! No one should look a Lycan like him in the eye!”

Come one! He was looking at me first!

"Lycans are not so dangerous, you know?" I whispered back at her.

I frowned at the Lycan and gave all my attention to the mating ceremony, then. Although, I felt his burning glance at me. What is wrong with this male? I thought to myself.

Stefan kissed Clara’s forehead and then both hands before giving one to Josh. The Young Alpha of Silver Rain had the same face as yesterday that Clara was his world. And she looked at him the same way.

Clara and Josh enjoyed their minute just gazing at each other before they turned to move on with the ceremony. The eyes on me were so persistent, I could not focus on the event. When I realized the ceremony was over. Josh and Clara walked away with the rest of us following behind.

Elias approached me on my way out, and I almost rolled my eyes at him.

“You look lovely, Blanche.” He said, walking beside me.

“I know, thank you," I answered without looking at him and without a smile.

“Have you considered my proposal?” s**t, have I?

I guess I have. It is being decades since everything ended with him. I do not mean to take him back, ever, but I can be nicer to him. After all, we have the same goal… to help and protect the family of Clara.

“Yes.”

“And what is the answer…?”

We were close to where the party would take place. Clara and Josh will cut the white cake there as it is traditional.

The male behind me was looking at my back persistently, while the male by my side was annoying me. What a day!

“I have waited. I did not bother you until now…”

“Fine.” I huffed. I guess my anger is getting old. It is not like I care about him as a male. As friends, things will be easier, right?

Elias grabbed my hand, stopping me on my track, and before I could tell him something against it, someone else roared and pulled him away from me. The warlock ended up on the other side of the building!

"Mine!" The green eye Lycan yelled and pulled me to his chest, startling me. "Mine… Mine…" He repeated while hugging me, better said, squeezing me. But crazier than that was the thrill I felt when his hands touched my naked back.

"What just happened?" someone asked, and I heard a lot of murmurs around.

"Who are you?" I asked him when he allowed me to look at him, still in his arms.

“Andre Carvalho… And I am your fated mate, Blanche,”