The wedding

They all rose to their feet as I walk towards my soon-to-be husband.

The wedding dress is something that every grand girl wants to imagine and the venue is too perfect for a wedding event.

I looked at him and saw him, watching me carefully. Those prominent deep gold eyes are now fixed on my every step. I smiled at him as I walk down the aisle and saw no change of reaction from him.

He should master up his act to be able to fool all of these eyes around us.

The wife should be walking slow and careful on her big day, but I grinned at myself as I use my werewolf's speed to be immediately in front of him. I was about to cling to his neck but he is faster to hold my hand and place it on his neck by himself.

The crowd cheered at the seemingly romantic couple in front of them, a wife and a husband thirsty for each other to be weeded immediately, but they know nothing of the truth our eyes are speaking right now.

The priest started the ceremony and all the time all we did is stare into each other's eyes. Empty as it is out of love. I watched how his eyes turn darker as the priest announce us to have our wedding kiss.

I was caught off-guard for a moment when he grabbed me by the waist and press my body against him, but as soon as I recovered, I tiptoed as I lightly tasted his lips, biting it before letting him go. As this situation probe me effective acting.

But the brute seemed to not be at peace with my domination, so he grabbed me by the nape and bent his head down to forcefully claim my mouth and tongue as if it was his, and let go of me with a harsher bite on my lips.

I catched my breathing for a minute.

This bastard is overdoing it.

I replaced the supposed to be irritated face with an innocent shy face and faced the people together with the brute.

As I skim upon the people, werewolves, and organizations who are witnessing it, my fear of not having the chance to escape this oath stirred inside me.