The Alpha’s Arranged Bride

Lavender’s POV

I found myself standing before the mirror again to be dressed up on this brand new day. Despite it being hours since I spoke with Alpha Toot, I could not get his words out of my mind. When I was thinking about it or was trying to push it out of my mind, it kept replaying in my mind, and I hated every bit of it. Worse, I could not take my eyes off my neck. As though they wanted to torture me, they made me put on a dress that was off shoulder so I could always see my neck.

A part of me believed if I was put in a cloth that covered my neck, my mind would be calm. That didn’t happen, and it wouldn’t even if I asked. I really wanted to stop thinking about it. I was reading too much meaning to it. I knew Alpha Caramel had not marked me, but I did not let that define us in any way. Just because I was not marked does not mean I was not his wife.

He always called me his wife, so I believed I was his wife, and he was my husband. I knew marking was essential when it came to werewolves, but he had his reasons for not marking me yet. He was waiting for the ceremony where I would be marked, and then crowned Luna of his pack. However, there have been a lot of activities going on that made the ceremony delay for some time.This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Even though I had this in my mind. I was a little scared and annoyed. He should have marked me. I don’t know what Alpha Toot has planned, but it seemed me being unmarked was giving him some kind of leverage. It was troubling to have that in mind. What could he possibly do to me now that I was unmarked, and he had confirmed it? I wished I had lied to him. Maybe I should have told him that I was marked, but it faded. Would that not even give the same reaction and was it possible it fades?

Caramel would still need to mark me again in such a situation. I placed my hand on the spot that he was meant to do so, and a sigh escaped from my lips. I wanted to feel the mark of Caramel on me. Maybe if I had it, I would not be this worried. There was no way for me to even pretend that he had done it now. My brain was moving far and wide, but was not getting anything that could help me out of the situation. I needed a plan, but so far it seemed my brain was not working ever since I came here.

I could not figure out a way to leave this place, and now I did not know how to get out of this situation. This was too much to think about. I raised my gaze, staring at myself in the mirror. I had dark circles around my eyes with bags.

It was a clear indication that I had not been sleeping. How and why should I sleep properly? Last night was the longest I stayed up. My brain refused to shut down, and it has still continued to overwork itself. The frustration was quickly going to my head, and I felt restless. I kept moving in the chair, which the maids noticed but said nothing. It delayed their work on me, but I did not care.

I was not intentionally doing it, and I have tried to stop, but it was not working. I closed my eyes briefly, trying to push those negative thoughts out of my mind. It was slowly transmigrating to me getting angry at Caramel when I knew he was only trying to help me. Caramel cared for me, and I understood why he did what he did. It was all for my benefit, and me getting angry or hating on him because of it was wrong. Was this what Alpha Toot wanted? For me to hate my husband? I could not allow that to happen. No matter what he does, I would never hate Alpha Caramel.

Our love was stronger than any plans he had for us. The moon goddess would help us through this. I really want her to. I didn’t want Alpha Toot to succeed. I eventually opened my eyes, and almost immediately, the door opened.

My first thought was that it was Alpha Toot, and it sent alarm bells to my head. When I turned to the door, it was not him but his son, Grey. It was surprising to find him inside this room. Not once has he ever done that before? I doubted he had even crossed the door ever since I came here, but today he was walking inside, and it surprised me.

I wondered, for a brief moment, what the problem was. I wanted to believe that it was only a problem that would make him walk into this room in the first place. My gaze on him quickly turned to a glare as I did not want him in my room just like I hated Alpha Toot coming here too. He had a smile on his face as he approached me, but my gaze did not change. I wanted him to leave.

He did not give the same aura as Alpha Toot. In fact, his aura was calmer than any other person I had seen in this mansion. Even the maids gave off strong auras that I could decipher, that it was hatred. I do not know why they hated me, and I did not want to think that they were capable of killing me without Alpha Toot’s instruction. That was how dangerous I saw everyone in this mansion. They were all hard to read, and they were all scary. Grey felt amused by the way I was looking at him, and it only made me angry.

“What is it? Are you giving me the death stare?” he asked as he leaned on the wall beside the dresser. The maids continued what they were doing.

“If it was possible, I would have done it,” I said, then looked away from him, relaxing my gaze but not completely as I did not want to give him the impression that I was okay with his presence.

“Why are you here?” I asked.

“I wanted to pay a little visit to my stepsister, that’s all. Or is that a crime?” he said, and I turned to him with a pointing gaze. I knew that was not all there was.

“You don’t believe me?” he asked, placing his hand on his chest, and his expression looking as though he was upset by it. I rolled my eyes at him, then returned my gaze to the mirror.

“You, and I know you are here to mock me,” I said, and he immediately started laughing, which only confirmed my suspicion. He was truly here to mock me.

“It was fun to watch,” he said in-between his laughter. I noticed the maids looked confused. I knew they were here to spy on me, but they were not going to understand what was going on. I was glad that Grey did not reveal it. “Annoying,” I muttered under my breath, but he heard me.

“More like stupid,” he said, and I turned to him with a hard stare.

This, however, did not deter him. He sighed after laughing, then headed for the door. “I’ll leave you to your decoration, doll,” he said, and I turned my head, ready to fire back at him, but he disappeared just as quickly as he came in. Sometimes I cannot stand that guy. Seconds later, I was no longer angry but caught thinking. Something was strange about Grey.