Chapter 6: His Broken Bride

Quinn hadn't taken time to notice the dreadfully looking animal skin hanging on the wall. An antelope that looked more alive than it was dead.

“Disgusting” she hissed, twitching her nose in distaste.

After Alpha Blake had revealed that they were getting married, she felt her body jolt at the news of it. She still couldn't believe it was actually happening.

Within a few hours after the unholy announcement, make-up artists were hovering over her face, she barely had any breathing space. A simple white flowery gown was already picked up and ready for her.

She watched it sitting pretty in a corner and she hated herself for it.

“Keep still ma'am,” the make-up artist murmured to her for the third time, cutting her out of her thoughts. Her face was stiff with visible anger, one that wasn't hard to tell even from a distance.

Quinn nodded slowly as she adjusted herself on the chair. She didn't feel comfortable at all.

Matter of fact, she felt crazy for sitting there. In frustration, she knocked off the artist's hand off her cheeks and began wiping her powdered face clean. The artist tried to protest but Quinn had already done most of the work.

“Leave” she told her, eyes on the large mirror as she maintained stern eye contact with the artist.

“But Alpha Blake said—"

“I said get the fuck out! Now!” Her voice thundered throughout the room, forcing the artist to scrabble her way out.

Quinn let out a heavy sigh, one she didn't know she was holding. Her chest was beginning to hurt, a slight pain surfaced at the corner of her chest, causing her to rub on it constantly.

“You sent her out?” Quinn instantly shivered to the weight of the bass voice. She looked up to see Blake standing at the door, his arms folded together.

He was tucked in a plain blue sleeved shirt and black trousers, his hair was loose on the end so they waved freely as he moved towards her. Quinn could swear that his eyes pulled her in than his presence did.

“Mhm” he hummed, taking the make-up brush that laid before the mirror. Waving it in the air, he quickly ran it across her face to irritate her. Quinn shook violently, abruptly lifting herself from the chair.

“Stop that!”

“I’m no better but then you sent her away. Why?”

“This wedding is a complete madness. I will not marry you!” she yelled, hot breaths escaped her lungs.

Blake stared at her, wondering if he would let out what he had in mind or if he'd keep shut and drag her out.

Right there, she stood before him panting faintly and her blond hair had been pulled up into a bun at the top of her head, making her look awkwardly different from the girl he had forced out of a box.

That make-up artist didn't know her job, yet he brought her here.

Pathetic.

Quinn's plain looking face carried eye bags that seemed really heavy. Blake hadn't noticed that until that moment, he wondered how she managed to carry all the weight without being noticed.

But he didn't care. Fuck, it wasn't his business at all.

For all he knew she could be some whore under such pitiful disguise. As the alpha, he knew when people lied about themselves, he could see in their eyes and smell it from their words.

A knock on the door disrupted his thoughts, and his brother Sebastian walked in. He held a letter in his hands.

“Brother, everyone is waiting.” He shared a knowing look with Blake, he turned to Quinn and stared her down. His eyes caught the gown that hung untouched at the corner of the room.

“Why isn't she dressed yet?” He directed to Blake, who shrugged, a small smirk rested on his lips.

“She’s being picky about her makeup artist and the dress,” Blake laughed.

“I think we should drag her to the venue, everyone is waiting and we have no time left” Sebastian hinted, now shoving the letter into his pockets like he was ready to lift Quinn off the ground and teleport her to the wedding venue.

To Quinn, it seemed like the brothers had chosen to ignore her and for some reason, she felt glad. Wanting to remain in the shadows, her eyes darted from Blake back to Sebastian in silence.

“Should we? Even without the dress?” Sebastian suggested. Something told Blake that his brother was ready to do what he couldn't.

Looking at Quinn again, her cleaned face fitted her perfectly than the makeup even though he hadn't seen her in it. Forcing her to put it on again was going to delay their time.

Or worse cause them to cancel the wedding. He knew the parts he had to play in getting the venue ready within 24 hours.

After he had announced his sudden engagement and wedding to Quinn to the elders, they had declared it an insane decision.

“A reject?! Nothing like that has ever happened with anyone in our city!” Elder Marcus had publicly expressed his anger. The other elders managed to murmur and whisper amongst themselves, each hiding their opinions.

But Elder Marcus was different. He was loud and so were his answers.

“She’s my Luna,” He announced. “I found out yesterday.” The silence that enveloped the atmosphere had everyone on a chokehold putting a temporary end to the murmurs.

Even Elder Marcus was quiet.

“A reject is your Luna?” Someone finally asked. The whispers resumed harshly and they were beginning to piss Blake off.

“A reject or not, we are getting married today. You are either with me or against me” the tone in his voice spoke volumes in authority. Surely no one was going to refuse him.

After all he was the Alpha that knew how to protect the city. He was their savior whether they liked it or not.

“Am I getting a yes or should I release chaos on all of you?” His jaw tightened in anger as he clenched his fingers like he was getting ready to descend on them.

A throat was cleared and after that he heard someone say “Get the girl ready. You have until noon to do so."

His phone rang, reaching for it, he gazed on it to see Elder Marcus on the screen. He knew they were waiting for him.

Without hesitation, Blake bent and scooped Quinn over his shoulders, ignoring her struggles to be put down. With Sebastian behind and leaving the gown untouched.

As Quinn kicked and pushed with all her might, Blake was going to make sure he'd claim her.