Chapter 2

            ROSANNE'S POV

    

I stepped out of the catedral, the bright sunlight making me squint. My wedding gown felt like it was suffocating me, the layers of lace and satin felt heavier than it should. Landon signaled for me to follow him, and I did.

We stopped in front of a black limo, with tinted windows. He opened the door, and I slid in, trying to pulling the long dress train. My mother's voice echoed outside, probably giving some sort of advice, but I ignored her, slamming the door shut. Her voice was the last thing i needed to hear.

I closed my eyes taking in series of short breaths as I tried to calm my racing heart. But as I turned to sit back, my side gaze caught a glimpse of someone sitting beside me. I sat up straight, alarm ringing in my head.

        He was dressed in a black suit, his hair fell down like a curtain hiding most of his face. He scrolled through his phone like no one was in the car with him. He finally lifted his face and it turned out to be Xavier, Alpha kikhail's younger brother.

"Kikhail has things to do, he couldn't make it," he said, his voice surprisingly softer than i imagined. His eyes dropped back to his phone, but I couldn't tear my gaze away. What!? That's all I got?

"If he was so busy, he should have put the date on a free day," I spat out. I clamped my mouth shut, but it was too late. I'd already said quite alot

Xavier's eyes flicked up, a hint of amusement dancing in them. He looked at me for a moment, then turned to the driver. "Start the car" he said, his voice firm. The limo came to live. 

    

                             ******

The ride seemed longer than it was. I spent the time staring out the window, watching as the pack I grew up in went by and i slowly moved into the new one that was meant to be my home.

We finally arrived at the home of the Lycan king. The mansion loomed above us, its grandeur and beauty jaw dropping. Guards filled the entrance, their eyes scanning me before nodding at Xavier.

He stepped out of the limo, his eyes still fixed on his phone. "Anita!" he called out.

A maid came running, her head bowed low. "Yes, sir?" she replied, her voice soft yet loud

"Show her to her room," Xavier said, his eyes never leaving his phone. He turned, walking away, leaving me behind with her. It took everything in me not roll my eyes at his attitude. 

    

    Anita made her way through the mansion slowly and i followed not far behind. We climbed a sweeping staircase and walked down a long hallway, the maid finally stopping in front of a door. 

She unlocked it and waiting for me to take the first step in. I made my way in looking at the room trying to memorise it. It was big, bigger than my room at my pack, with high ceilings and foot long windows that let in a lots of light. The walls were painted a soft white, with purple accents that added a touch of royalty.

But despite its beauty, the room felt foreign and cold. It was beautiful but it lacked something. I felt heavy disappointment as it finally dawned on me. This was going to be my new home.

    

"Would you like a tour?" the maid questioned.

I shook my head, feeling a lump form in my throat. "Thank you. But you can leave."

The maid bowed slightly, her eyes never meeting mine, before backing away and closing the door behind her.

I was alone.

I sat down on the bed, feeling the softness of the mattress beneath me. But it was a cold comfort. My eyes filled with tears and i could barely see a thing. I tried to best to hold it back not wanting to cry. "It was my wedding day" i thought to myself. But that only fueled the aching in my chest. So slowly a tear slid down and another one and another.

    

I was a crying mess

I fell on the bed sobbing into a pillow. The soft fabric muffled my cries but it provided no comfort. It hurt everywhere: my eyes, my throat and it hurt to breathe.

All I could think about was how my dreams had been crushed. How my family's stupid actions had led to this moment. And how I'd been forced to marry a man who didn't even consider me worthy of his presence at our own wedding.

The tears flowed until I had no more energy left. I cried myself into exhaustion, my body shaking with sobs until I finally passed out.

    

  

A knock at the door called me out of my slumber. I tried to open my eyes but that seemed impossible as were swollen. I sat up, rubbing them gently.

The same maid from earlier walked in, her eyes cast downward. "I'm sorry to intrude, but what would you have for dinner, miss?" she asked softly.

I swallowed, my throat dry and sore. "I'm not hungry," I said my voice barely adible. "You can go."

The maid opened her mouth to say something, but nothing came out. She scanned my face, before turning away.

I took a deep breath standing up. I made my way to the left side of the room, where my bags laid. I picked out a nightgown and began to remove the hundreds of pins that had held my hair up all day.

 I walked towards the door but that led to a closet instead. I chuckled wryly and closed it, making my way to the other side of the room. I opened another door this one leading to the bathroom.

A warm shower helped me feel better washing away the memories of today. I put on the dark blue nightgown, covering it with a robe, and dried my hair. I applied some moisturizer, feeling a little bit alive.

    

I crawled back into bed, ignoring my dry throat, as i tried to get some sleep

But it did not take to long for me to come to. I felt a hand hover around my body. My eyes flew open, and I was met with coffee-brown ones. Eyes belonging to him.