Chapter 2
Cassie POV:
Megan’s wedding was ultimately scheduled for the third week in June. This was about a month after my college graduation, so the timing worked out fine for me.
As soon as Megan left the coffee shop, it occurred to me that the plan to get married would only work if Megan’s mate wanted to get married. I went home feeling worried and guilty, afraid that Megan would be devastated if her mate didn’t like the plan. Thankfully, that apparently wasn’t an issue. I’ve now met her mate, Mike, a few times and he seems just as happy and in love as Megan is.
According to Megan, my parents were not surprised when Megan and Mike announced that they wanted to get married fast. They had apparently winked at each other and commented that “Virgins are always eager to seal the deal with their mates.”
If only they knew.
Anyhow, planning a wedding in 6 weeks was not without chaos. My life quickly turned into an endless cycle of studying, sleeping, wedding planning, studying, and more wedding planning. Thankfully, there was so much to do that my mother often had to take on tasks separate from what Megan and I were working on, which allowed me to limit unnecessary contact with my mother.
I started to think I was going to get out of this wedding hell mostly unscathed. Once Megan was married, I would be able to get back to normal life in the human world.
And then, Megan approached me with the most insane proposal she has ever made.
“Cassie, I need you to go try on wedding dresses with Mom this afternoon.”
She made that demand just as I was drinking a glass of strawberry lemonade, which I promptly spit out all over my white t-shirt. “What?”
“I said, I need you to go try on wedding dresses with Mom.”
“I’m not the one getting married, Megan. Why on earth would I try on wedding dresses? Much less with our mother? Are you trying to torture me? Cause me to have a heart attack and die? Rub in my face that I will never meet my mate and get married? Seriously, Megan. What on earth are you thinking.”
“The appointment at the wedding dress boutique conflicts with the appointment at the cake shop. I can’t be at both places at once.”
“Great. I’ll do the cake shop; you go to the boutique.”
“Mike wants to spend time with me today. I can’t let him see me in my wedding dress. It’s bad luck.”
“Spend time with Mike before and after the appointment. Surely, it won’t take you more than 30 minutes to pick a wedding dress.”
Megan rolled her eyes. “There is no way I any woman can pick a wedding dress in 30 minutes.”
“I could.”
“I’m not you.”
“Exactly, Megan. That’s why I have no business going to a wedding dress store on your behalf. You need to pick your own dress.”
“I don’t want you to pick my dress, Cassie. I just want you to go and take pictures of you wearing the dresses. Then I will pick my dress from the pictures.”
“Megan, are you insane? Has the pregnancy gotten to your head?”
“Cassie, please. I need you to do this for me. Please do this. I will do anything.”
“Megan, what is this really about?”
Megan sighed and looked down in shame. “I popped.”
“Popped what? Gum? Popcorn? What are you talking about?”
“My stomach, you moron. My stomach popped. Mom and I were going through wedding dress magazines and she kept pointing out all these form fitting dresses. I told her that I had my heart set on a ballgown, but she told me that she at least wants to see me in a couple of form fitting dresses. If I try on a form fitting wedding dress in front of her, she may notice my stomach and then all this chaos will be for nothing.”
I sighed. “Megan, there are so many problems with what you are saying, not the least of which is that Mom wants to see YOU in a form fitting dress. Not me. You. She will never accept me as your replacement.”
Megan smirked. “Actually, I already talked to Mom. She agreed that it is important for me to spend time with my mate, and because you and I have similar body types and features, she thinks it is a great idea.”
Realization hit me like a speeding train. “So what you mean is that Mom sees this as an opportunity to make me wear whatever dresses she wants to wear. And as quite likely the only time she will ever see me in a wedding dress.”
“Pretty much.”
I glared at Megan.
“Look, I know I’m asking a lot, Cassie. I know Mom has an agenda. I also know that you left for a reason. But trying on a few dresses isn’t going to kill you. And it gets me out of a world of problems. Please, I’m begging you. Do this for me.”
I continued to silently glare at my sister, but she knew and I knew that I was going to do this favor for her.
Neither of us knew, however, that doing her this favor was going to forever change my life.
Karma.
Cassie POV: At noon, I met my mother, Mike’s mom, Mike’s 8-year-old sister Mallory, and my sister’s best friend Bethany at the wedding dress boutique. My mother wanted to me to drive with her to the boutique, but I decided I cared more about my own sanity than dealing with mother for an extra 25 minutes in the confines of a closed vehicle. The appointment started off just as swimmingly as you might imagine. Mallory innocently asked if I was the “old maid” who was going to be modeling Megan’s dresses for them. Yes, that’s right. At 21 years old, I am already considered an “old maid.” Might as well invest in some extra cat litter now. Whatever. I politely told Mallory that -while yes, I would be the one modeling wedding dresses for them today— there is nothing wrong with being 21 and unmarried. In fact, it is perfectly OK for a woman to be much, much, much older and unmarried. Many women intentionally choose to never get married
Cassie’s POV: I stood in the middle of the store trying to catch my breath. The thoughts in my brain were going a mile a minute. I seriously think my brain processed an entire set of encyclopedias in 30 seconds, which is an especially impressive feat given that my wolf was whining loudly in my brain. First things first, I needed to tune my wolf out. Block up, check. Next step, I needed to calm down and think rationally. Take a deep breath, Cassie, I told myself. We will be OK. Nothing bad is going to happen. Everything is going to be fine, Cassie. But was any of that true? I never wanted to meet my mate, but here he was. And he smelled great. He looked great. He exuded power. This couldn’t be that bad a thing, right? Lots of werewolves meet their mates and live happily ever after. In fact, most wolves meet their mates and live happily ever after. Why was I worried? Just because my parents were a
Jason POV: (24 hours earlier) I wake up from a blissful sleep to a mind-link. “Jason, report to Alpha’s office in 10 minutes.” “Huh?” “Dude, you can’t still be asleep. It’s 11 am.” “I had a long night, Man.” “What’s her name?” “Natalie. No, Sarah. No, Melanie. I don’t know, Man.” “Seriously? You don’t know her name and you slept with her?” “Like you have never done that yourself.” Silence. “OK, fine. You’ve never done that. But you are boring as hell and need to get a life.” “Jason, I’m not talking as your best friend. I’m talking as your future Alpha. Get your butt up and out of bed and meet me in the Alpha’s office in 10 minutes.” “No.” “Jason.” “Urgh. Fine.” I roll over and look at the naked woman beside me in the bed. I nudge her gently. “Wake up, Melanie. It’s time to get the
Jason’s POV: After a long drive, Josephine and I finally arrived at the wedding dress store. As we got out of the car, my wolf began to get excited. “I think our mate is in the store!” he told me excitedly. When he said that, I began to get nervous. I had joked about picking up women shopping for wedding dresses, but I never expected to pick up my own mate. I wasn’t sure how to feel about it. On one hand, I have dreamed of meeting my mate. Wolves can meet their mates as early as 18, and I was already 25. Seven years is a long time to wait. On the other hand, I’ve enjoyed seven years of bachelor fun. Sex with different women every night; freedom to go and do as I please. Was I ready to give all that up? Yeah, yeah I was. If I was being honest, none of the women I’d slept with had ever really satisfied me. That was why I kept trying different ones. The idea of spending the rest of my life with one woman who really, truly loved me… and with whom I could have the kind of r
(Jason’s POV): I noticed that one of the sales clerks had a mating mark on her neck, but the other one did not. She therefore became my target. I approached her at the desk, and immediately asked her name. “Candy.” “Oh, what a beautiful name for a beautiful girl.” She blushed. I gestured to where Josephine is sitting. “Do you see that lovely lady over there? She is getting married to my alpha, and it is really important that I make her happy.” “Oh, so she isn’t with you?” Candy asked, expectantly. “No,” I confirmed, giving her my best charming smile. I looked Candy up and down. “I like the ladies a little bit different than Josephine. Red hair is my favorite.” Candy smiled, and gently pushed her long red hair back, so that I could see her un-marked neck. “It is?” “Yes.” Candy looked into my eyes, and blushed again. “I wish I could make plans to take you on a date tonight, but my alpha won’t let me go anywhere until I’ve made his bride happy. Is there anything you t
Chapter 8 Aaron POV: I was working in my Dad’s office when I heard Josephine and Jason return from their shopping trip. I was praying to the Moon Goddess that they had been successful. I mind-linked Jason asking him to come see me. When he came into the office, I could tell immediately that something was wrong. “How did it go?” I asked. Surely it could not have gone that poorly. “Well, Josephine found a dress she liked.” My eyes widened. “That’s amazing!” As I said that, even I realized how crazy it was for me to be this excited. I am a grown man, who likes sports, cars, and working out. I am an alpha-to-be who will soon be in charge of a pack with over 2500 wolves relying on me. I normally could care less about dresses, shoes, and anything traditionally female. Yet, due to circumstances beyond my control, I find myself highly dependent on Josephine finding a wedding dress she likes. “She didn’t get it.” “Why not???” “There was only one. It’s one of a kind. It wil
(Aaron POV) Three days later after Jason’s failed shopping trip, I found myself outside an apartment complex in a human town. I wasn’t quite sure why a wolf –much less a female wolf—would choose to live in a human town, but to each their own. I knocked on the door and waited. After a few moments –and what sounded like a woman stubbing her toe and cursing, which brought a tiny smirk to my face—a woman opened the door. Holy Goddess. I was starting to see why Jason was being so weird. This woman had the face and body of an angel; she was easily the most beautiful she-wolf I had ever seen. She had the kind of beauty that would intimidate any male wolf, even wolves with tons of game like Jason. More importantly, she had this unique energy about her. Many she-wolves have a quiet, submissive energy about them –especially when around high ranked male wolves. This she-wolf had energy that was anything but submissive. Her energy felt energized, independent,
(Jason POV) I woke up to loud, angry pounding on my door. I looked over at the alarm clock and it read 6:15 a.m.. Whoever was knocking on my door at this hour had better have a damn good reason. “Who is it?” I heard the distinct and angry growl of my best friend. “Get the f--- up, Jason.” “Aaron?” I called through the door. “What on earth? Is there an emergency?” “Open this door now, Jason, or I’m going to break it down.” “Dude, chill. I’ve got a girl in here.” I mind-linked him. “You have three seconds.” Aaron shouted back. He wasn’t using the mind-link. He only doesn’t use the mind-link when his emotions are too high to control it. Whatever he is mad about, I knew it was going to be bad. “3….2….” I scrambled out of bed and opened the door. I was immediately greeted by a punch to my face that knocked me straight to the ground. “Dude, what the ---” I exclaimed
And that is a wrap! I hope you all have enjoyed the journey. I will definitely miss these characters. They definitely took on personalities of their own as we went along. I cannot tell you how many times I sat down planning to write one thing, only to find the characters demanding we go a different direction. Thankfully, we will still get glimpses of the key characters in Book 2, which will focus on the Moon Goddess's decision to pair Maggie and Alpha Paul. That book will also pick up where this book left off, in terms of Bobby and the Moonlight Six. I plan to start Book 2 in a few weeks, after I take some time off for a couple of family vacations. Thank you all for reading!!! If you have enjoyed the journey, please leave a gem and/or positive review!
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