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Kimberly
"You're getting married, Kim."
I turned around immediately and to my utmost surprise, I found the man I saw earlier, our supposed guest standing behind me.
Did he just say that?
I almost laughed at his not so funny joke. I mean who cracks such jokes?
Ignoring him, I turned to my father. "Tell me, Papa, what has happened?"
My father who stood fearless again hundreds of rogues stood before yet couldn't look me in the eyes. "It's true, Kim, you really getting married."
My head banged as soon as my father said that. It felt a heavy rock had dropped on my head.
"What?" My eyes widened and I immediately sent my gaze in my mother's direction as if to confirm the news, but she shifted her gaze to her feet. "How can I be getting married?"
My question was directed to no one in particular, yet I couldn't help but ask. I don't even know a thing about marriage and I'm supposed to be getting married?
Is this some kind of prank?
"I'm so sorry, honey," father's voice sounded like a whisper as he apologized over and over.
I couldn't bear to see my parents so dejected, especially on my birthday. They didn't deserve that. They have always been the best parents to me and Clarabelle. Which assured me that there had to be a reason behind the step they've taken.
"It's okay, Papa," I squeezed his hands reassuringly. "You don't have to feel bad about it." I forced a smile.
Even though getting married before falling in love or finding my mate was something I never imagined would happen to me. I believed that my parents wouldn't take such a step without an important reason.
"You do not mind getting married?" My mother finally spoke in a bemused tone.
"I don't," I replied quite simply.
"Thank you so much, honey," my mother came to me and hugged me.
I noticed that father still didn't talk. He probably didn't believe that I would agree to get married so easily.
I do not believe it either, but I knew that the least I could do for my parents after all they've done for me was to oblige this wish of theirs.
Since they wanted me to get married, then I will.
"That was quite easy," the stranger clapped. "I expected her to throw tantrums like other girls of her age would," he looked at me proudly and nodded. "But this one is quite sensible."
I wondered why he kept jumping into our conversations.
"Now what?" Father ignored his compliment and asked.
"Well, since she agreed, then we should proceed with the formalities and get this marriage done with," he shrugged.
"But, Mr. Simpson that wasn't the agreement," father argued, his gaze, moving from me to my mother then back to the stranger in our home, Mr. Simpson or whatever he's known as.
"Well...." He shrugged and brought our some documents. "According to these documents, no specific dates were mentioned for the commencement of the wedding and my master thinks now is a great time," he flashed his coffee stained teeth. "Or don't you think it is, Mrs. Hampston?"
My mother opened her mouth and closed it back, unable to utter a word while my father hung his head unable to look in my direction.
Who was this man? How could he hold so much control over my parents?
"Mr. Simpson, I presume," I faced him without fear. If my parents wouldn't speak then I would. "This marriage concerns me, and I didn't refuse to marry. What I will not tolerate is you trying to pressurize my parents."
Mr. Simpson didn't look surprised at my outburst, instead he smiled. "Quite brave too," he nodded again. "Master would definitely be impressed."
Really? Is he assessing me while I'm stand before him?
"Oh hello!" I snapped my fingers before him. "I'm talking to you!"
"And I'm listening," he replied in a calm voice.
"Look...." I ignored his intimidating presence and spoke whatever I had on my mind. I wouldn't let him come into our pack, our territory to dictate to us. ".... I don't care what your master thinks but if my parents say a shotgun wedding wasn't part of the plan then it definitely wasn't!"
I knew my parents would never make such a mistake.
He chuckled again before placing the documents on the table.
"Well, little one, your parents opinion doesn't really matter in this," he took a seat and made himself comfortable. "Once my master wants it, then he shall get it."
He believed so much in that master of his whoever he was.
"But he could give us some time to prepare her at least," my father seemed to have found his voice.
"I wish that was possible Alpha Collins Hampston but my master wants her to become his wife today...." He paused to glance at both my parents. "And I didn't think you'd have an objection to that."
I wonder who Mr. Simpson's master is, and what he thought of himself.
"And what if I object?" I argued.
After all, this was about my life and my parents didn't look like they have a choice nor say in this, but I do.
"Oh my dear," he laughed. "You do not have a say in this."
His last utterance got me so pissed that I almost couldn't resist pushing him out of our home.
If I don't have a say in regards to my own marriage, then who does?
"Kimberly..." My father let out a heavy sigh. "If he wants to get married today then we have to oblige him," he sounded like he was pleading.
However I couldn't help but wonder who this man was that had so much control over my parents.
"Who is he?" I voiced out my thought.
My parents glanced at me, awestruck. It looked like they weren't expecting me to ask or they hoped I wouldn't ask.
"The man I'd be marrying, who is he?" I had the right to know who I was getting married to, didn't I?
"Kim darling, you....." Mother was the first to speak this time.
However, before she could say whatever she intended, Clarabelle's answer sent me into a state of shock.
"It's the Blood Lord."
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