Will you marry me, sir?

CHAPTER 1

 

"Will you marry me, sir?" I asked, the night's harsh cold whipping against my face. 

 

Like every stranger, I expected the man in front of me to walk off. But just as I was about to turn, he gripped my hands, causing my body to unleash a tug of sensations upon his touch. I turned steely, fear purring in my veins, at the sight of the stranger I'd confronted minutes ago.

 

He was tall, perfectly built, with tall legs leading up to the most handsome face I've ever seen. His hazel eyes caught mine, and I was, um, hooked.

 

Weird as it may sound, I felt an ounce of curiosity as I anticipated his response. I squinted my eyes, trying to get a clearer view of his face. His hair is golden brown, halting right before his milky ears. A flash of light wiped our sides, and I noticed a mark on his neck, and my jaw fell.

 

A rush of emotions enveloped me at the sight of his mark; he was a werewolf, and so was I. But this stranger wasn't just any werewolf; he was my mate.

 

"Mate." He announced, his dark, velvety voice claiming full charge of my attention. 

 

And if you were wondering how I got here, well, here's an explanation.

 

*****

 

"Wake up, you worthless bag of shit!" A loud yell fills my ears, snapping me out of sleep. With a soft yawn, I opened my eyelids to the view of the tall blonde beauty I knew as my stepsister. 

 

Just before I could find out what was going on, a bucket of water pools down my head as my eyelids jerk up to the unpleasant view of Natasha, my stepsister. I could feel fury flashing through me as the cold water washes down, anger channeling through my bloodstream.

"What do you want Natasha?" I sneered angrily as I looked down at the view of my wet bed and soaked sheets. Natasha, the tall redhead beauty standing in front me, only giggled mockingly, which added to my anger.

Natasha. A frown flashed upon my face at the thought of my nightmare, Natasha, my evil stepsister. She had almost perfect blond hair, tall, slender figures, and a gorgeous face every guy crushes on. But as perfect as she may sound, she has been my nightmare right from day one. 

 

Growing up, I had the perfect family consisting of just my mom, my dad, and me. But it was all ruined not quite long after Natasha's mom came into our lives and turned it upside down. My mom left my dad after finding out he had an affair with another lady and left. 

 

"Sh*t your shitty mouth up and go downstairs; the old lad wants to see you," Natasha bawls, her eyebrows quirking with anger. 

 

By the old lady, she meant my dad. Natasha had become the apple of my father's eyes over the years and had striped me of every string of fatherly love. My father had somehow turned to a stranger over the years, he didn't want me around him most times because he finds my weakness as an Omega a hindrance to his political reputation.

I had lived mostly in shadows, my room is located the other end of the pack house, while Natasha got all the luxury I deserved to her name.

 

Recoiling from the harsh slap, I spat angrily, rubbing my cheeks as I watched Natasha swivel and walk out of my room. I watched as her footsteps halted, and she immediately turned. My heart was beating heavily at this point. 

 

"And one more thing, bitch!" She scowled, pulling my hair as I cried out in harsh pain. "What do you want, Natasha?" I cried out in pain, trying to free myself from her harsh grip on my hair.

 

I wanted to scream, but that never helped. My room is located in the least visited part of the pack house. My father, the Alpha, loathed me for being weak and wolfless. Therefore, he hid me from most of the pack members who showed Natasha as his legitimate daughter, even though she wasn't.

 

"Don't you dare act funny at the dinner table, or I'll pull out." Natasha threatened with a murderous glint of mischief in her eyes as she suddenly stopped talking.

 

Footsteps. 

 

A frown flashed across my face as Natasha hurriedly let go of my hair and took steps. The weak wooden door of my room creaked open to the view of a masculine figure. 

 

A smile lit on my face at the sight of Dave, my boyfriend, who was also a minister in my pack. I watched from the corner of my eyes as his sexy soulful lips chimed, "Good morning, Emma."

 

Just before I could respond, Natasha interrupted, "Oh, good morning, Dave," with a flirty tug of her hair and a lick of her cherry-red lips. Natasha continued on her steps and headed out of my room, locking the door behind her.

 

A thin silence embraced the room as I watched Dave take several steps toward me, his body drawing closer to mine. With our faces just a breadth away from each other, Dave pulls me into a kiss. A soft moan finds it's way out of my mouth at the warm touch of his lips on mine, claiming them as if they were his. Our kiss was delightful, rejuvenating, and just what I needed to make my day brighter.

 

A searing of membranes spreads in me, the passion growing thicker with each passing second. I could feel the warm heat of his body close to mine, his woody yet seductive scent filling my nostrils. If anything, I wanted to be pinned down to the four corners of my bed by him, Dave—right here, right now.

A whip of pleasure trudged through me as his fingers traced their way to my dress's zipper. Just as he was about to pull it open, I stopped him.

 

"No, we shouldn't be doing this." I spat out lowly, his shirtless, enticing figure pulling me, but I resisted. I could see the flash of anger in his eyes as he pulled away from the embrace, put on his shirt, and turned to leave the room.

 

"Dave, I am sorry, I just…" I was about to say when he cut me short, "You just what Emma, to lose your virginity on the night of the mating event."

 

"Well, I think this relationship better be cut off if that is it." He announced, a tear running down my cheek as I watched him slam the door of my room. I tried to call him back, but he was already out of my room before I could even muster up words.

Dave had been patient with me, I had always wanted to lose my innocence to my mate on the night of the mating season.

 

"Get ready for pack training, Emma.” His smooth baritone voice commanded authoritatively from the hallways.

 

A pool of tears cascaded down my cheek as I wiped it off. Dave had been my crush ever since childhood. I was lame, and he was special; even in high school, he had girls pooling in his every direction. He had agreed to date me after making me promise to keep our relationship a secret from everyone in the pack for reasons best known to him. 

 

I know too well that he was ashamed of me, as I was merely regarded as the daughter of the alpha, weak and lame. He was perfect—every girl's dream mate, a minister in my pack.

 

And I was… nothing.

 

Just the hidden, unknown, legitimate daughter of the alpha that is hidden away from the whole world. Just as I was about to continue pondering my thoughts, a loud sound caught my attention. 

 

The breakfast bell. My father hated latecomers to the grand breakfast table; he saw it as disrespect and a slap to his face as the Alpha. And moreover, I would rather not get into any more trouble than the ones I still had pending.

 

I had just ten minutes to get ready and get to the breakfast table, or else I was in big trouble. Jumping to my feet hurriedly, I rushed to the shower, washed my face, and hurriedly ran to put on some clothes. 

 

Turning my gaze to the broken antique clock on my room wall, I was bewildered. I had just four minutes to get past the other half of the pack house and get to the breakfast table before my father. And that was basically possible if I took shortcuts compared to the normal routes to the other side of the pack house.

 

Taking to my heels, I ran out of the room into the hallway, running like a loose madman as I ran and collided with several maids. I continued running, my foot strength giving out almost immediately as I halted right before the breakfast table.

 

Yay, I was early. A wide smile plastered on my cheeks as I jumped for joy and was about to walk in when, all of a sudden, a dark, mysterious voice beamed, "You're late, Emmaline!"