Married to the Alpha Werewolf

8

The car skidded to a stop as it pulled up outside a huge, beautiful house.

Jessie's eyes widen at how beautiful it looked.

The clean all-white of the painted outside gleamed under the dim moonlight, making it seem as if it was straight out of a fairy tale. The moon laces in full bloom made it even more surreal.

Jessie couldn't believe it. This was where she'll be living from now on.

And it was already much better than the room she had to share with her siblings.

If Christian really does as he said and treated Jessie well, or as an equal, and not be an abusive physio, then she just might be comfortable there.

''Maybe it wouldn't be so bad living in a house full of wolves or a community with them.'' Jessie thought.

Like a gentleman, Christian got out of the car first, walked around to Jessie's side of the car, and let her out.

It took a great deal for Jessie to get out of the car, even with the help of Christian, she still struggled with the wedding dress.

Finally, after one last pull, Jessie was free. But even then, Christian never took his hands off her as they walked to the door.

"I should have told you, my parents still lives here, along with my two sisters and one brother. I also have four nieces and two nephews, ages four to sixteen. With me being the eldest of my siblings. Oh, and there are close to three hundred members of the pack who lives just behind the forest, you will meet them soon enough. For now, come, let's introduce you to my family.''

Jessie nodded, ''before you do, can I just say something?''

"Of course.''

"What we talked about in the car, I won't say anything to anyone,'' Jessie assured Christian.

A smile played on the corners of his mouth, ''well, there is no one to tell it to.''

"Right, that too.''

"Don't worry, they'll like you. If not screw them, we have each other.'' He kissed the back of Jessie's hand.

As Christian took Jessie's hand again, she wondered why and how she was so accepting of everything.

Normally, she would have laughed.

They kidnapped her from school, and forced her into marriage, yet here she was with a werewolf shifter. Maybe it's because she was glad to never see her father, mother, or brother again, maybe because she has never experienced the finer things in life before, or maybe it was the pull she felt towards Christian. But whatever it was, she didn't like how quickly she accepted it all.

But whatever it is, she hoped it all goes well. She prayed that Christian was the man that he made himself out to be; and wouldn't know what she would do if she were to ever be trapped there.

The newly weds, walked into the grand house together, still hand in hand.

Jessie's mouth almost fell open at how gorgeous the inside was.

The grand winding staircase dominated the foyer, with a crystal and gold chandelier that was decorating the white ceiling.

But what surprised her the most was all the staff that stood at the bottom of the staircase.

From security to chefs to maids. Almost like any army.

Then his family, she guessed, stood just above them.

While most of their faces and eyes held hate, some had pleasant enough smiles. Especially the man that stood beside his wife and two children. They were the only ones to wear genuine enough smiles.

The staff nodded their heads as if they had the routine practiced, but they said nothing as they went back to their respectful duties.

Christian introduced Jessie to his family next, which was hard for her to keep up with. This was all just too much. Her mind needed rest just from the wedding alone.

After all that, Christian showed Jessie around the impressive five stories, three-wing house that can easily fit twenty of her dinky little house.

As for as she could see was that there was a garden, a swimming pool, a jogging track and rolling green pastures just behind the trees.

Christian showed her up to her new en-suite bedroom, which was so gorgeous it left her speechless. A white four-poster bed sat in the middle, along with two white bedside tables, a white bed stool, and that was it. But Jessie could see an en-suite bathroom and walk-in closet as well, in all white.

Christian notified her that his room was beside her, with a door as the only thing that separated them. Which was basically a masculine version of her room.

"Jessie, you haven't said a word all this time. Is everything ok?'' Christian took her hand in his.

"Yes, I'm alright, just all this. It's like a dream. I honestly half expected you to lock me away, beat me, or even ignore me. Not giving me a room and making me feel uncomfortable. I just didn't know what to expect.''

Christian pulled at Jessie's hand and led her over to the brown leather sofa that was in his room. He pleased a hand on her cheek and gazed into her eyes.

"That's the thing I don't like with those fabricated stories about us. Well, most werewolves aren't like that. Just think of this, how they treated you back home versus here will be much different. No one will dare to lay a finger on you. I will treat you as you are, my wife. You are my mated one. There is no reason or purpose to bring harm to you. I am your protector and provider.''

Jessie stared into his eyes, seeing that he was being sincere and, for once in her life, she can actually trust a man, even if he wasn't a vampire or human. She couldn't help but smile.

"Jessie, you are a beautiful woman, you deserve to be treated as such and that's what I intend to do.'' His voice sounded husky and his warm breath fanned Jessie's face.

That was when she realised just how close they were to each other, with only inches between them. Before either of them knew it, their lips locked, moving in sync to the slow pace of each other.

Christian's hand rested on the small of Jessie's back, as his other hand held her in place on the coach. Unlike with any other kiss she had ever had, this was not forced. It felt romantic, and it was like her real first kiss. As Christian leaned in more, our tongue entwined.

All too soon, Jessie pulled back. ''I can't do this, I don't want to do this or be here.''

Glad she said it, because there was that familiar pull in her stomach. The more they deepened the kiss, the more the feeling grew.

Jessie had made a vow to herself to never get too close to any man again. Feeling herself going into a panic, she tried to push Christian away. Her breathing came out in rushes and she hoped he didn't get mad or try to hurt her.

But in truth, Jessie didn't think the kiss was supposed to happen, thinking that they were moving a little too fast. She had only just met him and was tongue tied with him.

The back of his hand caressed her soft, rosy cheek gently.

Jessie flinched, leaning back further into the sofa.

"No!" Jessie screamed, moving away from Christian when he tried to touch her again. She ran out of his room and into hers. Then slammed the door behind her and leaned her head against it.

"Why me?'' Jessie cried, hiding her face in her palms as her tears flowed, soaking the gloves that clothe them.

"Why is this happening? I don't want to be here, I can't be here.''