Chapter 7

“Going somewhere?” a cold voice whispered, sending shivers down her spine. Emelia quickly pushed herself off him but the feeling of her hands against his hand's chest did not digest down her throat. “Why are you naked and in my room?” she half yells but the man before her pays no attention to her fright and screams. He walks away so casually heading for the second door. Emelia did not stop to rethink her decision before bashing in, and he stood all naked and folly unclad before her.

“Sweet goddess' ' she cursed, turning away almost immediately. “Why don't you wear clothes around the house?” she laments her cheeks heating up. “Says the lady who handpicked me for a groom” his cold whispers were rather driving him crazy than she had anticipated. Emelia did not know how long it took but dashing out the dressing room was indeed the right choice. She walks over to the balcony, letting the fresh night breeze blow through her jumbled-up thoughts.

This was a night she had long prepared for, she waited years for tonight and unlike the dream honeymoon she anticipated for her she was standing all lonely and married to a man who looked like a murderer every damn time. Thinking of Fred, her mind drifts back to his stunning figure and that broad chest and a tattoo.

“What the hell am I thinking?” Emelia quickly slaps herself. She hears the door open and footsteps approaching. She turns to face the man behind her. Just like he had been dressed for the wedding, he was wearing yet another black tux and both hands in his pocket.

“Don't wait up for me…” he turns to leave. “The ritual?” Emelia could not help but ask. It was an obligation that every bride looked forward to. She did not want to be the one to recreate history by not having hers. “It's only for formalities reasons and we won't do it again” she adds trying hard not to sound desperate. “Kelvin will take care of that” he announced walking out. Emelia wanted to slap herself in the face.

“You sounded so cheap and desperate only for him to turn you down, how great of you Emelia Zorah” she hiss walking into the bathroom. She needed a long bath but unexpectedly the view before her was not what she had been expecting to see. “Oh, my sweet goddess! This is his room” She held her hands over her mouth quickly storming out before more damage was made, but unlike the empty room she had been expecting to walk into, there stood Kelvin, with a little parcel in hand.

“Oh dear!” Emelia jolted, meeting the frozen figure of Kelvin who smiled awkwardly. “Your room is on the right, just next to this one, but tonight is an exception and you are to sleep here,” he informs her, extending a little package to Emelia which she takes with trembling hands. “I assume Mrs. Fredrick knows what this is for?” Kelvin asks. Emelia took a glance and clear enough she understood what it was meant for and how to use it.

“Sure, emm… I will move into my room tomorrow” she informs him trying to make the environment not feel as awkward as it already was. “Hmm,” Kelvin hummed turning to take his leave.

“Oh.. before I forget, your items are arranged and the Sir made everything available, just in case we couldn't get your things on time..” Emelia could only smile watching the back of the man retreat. He quickly dropped the pack on the table next to the bed and hurried up to the next room. The door was open and she wasted no time in walking right in. Unlike his room which was very spectacular and carefree, this room had life.

It was not only painted in her favorite lavender color with a little touch of white to enlighten it. Like his room, the decor was a smile but very much carried a touch of her home. Emelia walked out the balcony door and she could see his balcony from hers, the space was spacious enough for star gazing which was a very fun behavior of hers. Tired and sleepy, she went straight for the bathroom, and unlike his, hers had every product she could ever need with white and pink towels folded neatly displayed on the shelf.

Emelia was too tired to appreciate the effort put in to make her room feel like home. She swiftly had a warm shower and headed for the connected dressing room. If her home had everything she needed, this was nothing less of a beauty, clothing, and fashion house all in one. She shovels through the multitude of charming nightwear picking out a sweet red lingerie with lace frontals. It was not only sexy but a good honeymoon package. She wears a t-shirt over the lingerie heading out to her resting place.

Laying on the soft bed, she let it all lay to rest. Her weary bones and aching eyes begged for rest. Not dwelling much on her new life, Emelia closed her eyes letting slumber take over. Deep into the forest, Mark stood with his hands in his pockets, he was drunk to a stupor but his drunken self was not sufficient enough to enlighten the rage bottled up within him.

“Young alpha, they headed for the dark mansion” a guard informs. Mark takes out his hands from his pockets his claws visible. “I did get news of the dealings of Fredrick but why haven't you gotten evidence of it? Why are you so damn slow?” Mark roared angrily. He wanted something to nail his brother, he wanted the alpha position but something within was unsettling.

 “Young alpha, the chosen ceremony is only a day away and you will be announced at the next alpha and officially introduced to the pack. I dont think your brother will do anything under such short notice.” Mark was not satisfied with these conclusions. Fredrick has always been on top of his game since the last time they meddled. “If he is my brother, then underestimating him is something we shouldn't… I want answers and I want them by dawn”