Aleksander also scowled at the woman. He had no choice but to wait till the crowd's outrage abated. However, he was confident that he didn't need to be concerned because, besides the uniformed men serving as an official bodyguards, some of his people were protecting the area outside that entrance while dressing in covert manners and posing as bystanders or whatever else they could think of. In case a pack of wolves attacked the ceremony as it was taking place, he was prepared. They were giving the creep excessive authority. After straightening her shoulders, Izabella looked back to Aleksander and smiled her friendliest smile. The officiant prepared for the ceremony with his two-altar server. "We're here today, dearly beloved, to celebrate the union of two of our favorites, Aleksander Carlo Georgiou and Izabella Crystal Jansen." Izabella gripped Aleksander's hands firmly. Aleksander glanced at her, and then she felt his hand take hold of hers. Aleksander and Izabella exchanged long
Aleksander and Izabella were standing together with hands clasped. They were constantly beaming at one another. "You chained me publicly, eh, at last?" She scowled at him, "What?" "Shouldn't it be reversed?" Aleksander erupted in laughter. "Until the very last minute, you're hard to get, baby, but it's worth it." He had graciously pardoned her for focusing on anything else because she was incredibly appreciative. She knew he would inquire about her delay in asserting her claim to him later. Brigitte waved at the photographer, "We need the wedding party to gather for pictures. We've placed flip-flops in your wedding favor bags. Please meet up at the center of the pavilion. The guests can go down to the long table celebration." Aleksander and Izabella were showered with birdseed as they left the altar by the wedding planner Brigitte, who distributed seed packets and instructed the congregation to where they might stand. As the harpist played the recessional song, "Marriage amour,"
Izabella turned her attention to the man she married and the woman he called "Karylla," his lost royal bride, as they both looked at each other in shock. They each saw the other's emotions of shock. Then Aleksander and Izabella were transfixed, mouths open, frozen to the spot. The air in Izabella's chest felt like it may burst. What irony that the alien couple finally got along on their wedding day. Her chest was tight with too much feeling she couldn't comprehend, and she wanted to disappear from the spectacle before her. "Hey, Jerry. Dance with me," Izabella said, breaking the silence between them as they stood opposite. "You're on, sweetie," Jeremy said as he clasped his stepsister's hand. "Please excuse us. Our apologies." From looking at the woman he had been searching for so long, Aleksander turned to where Izabella was heading. His eyes followed her movement, and his profile hardened when he noticed she pulled Jeremy's hand to the dance floor. He met Karylla's gaze as he tu
Izabella was concerned about her surroundings. She was still thinking about the interplanetary couple's reunion. She would sigh once more and pause to gaze out the window. Despite her worn-out body and mind, the wave of lethargy was too much as the night grew darker. She understood how much she genuinely loved the alien who became her husband in those instants. But he was departing just as she was sure of her love for him. When he returned to space with his royal wife, he would vanish, and she would never see him again. And she let out another deep sigh off the air because of her tight chest. The room is silent as I sit on the edge of my bed, fussing with my hair in anger. I'm now at a loss for what to do. Should I take a shower or sit on the floor to cool off? Or shall I yell and wail till only fatigue remains? Izabella was becoming irritated as she pondered these things. She wanted to forget it all, but thoughts of what had happened between Aleksander and his princess's wife kept
Izabella woke up to that tilting sensation from her chest to the delicate part of her body. She groaningly called him "Aleks." "I'm glad you're back, baby." Aleksander was unable to speak as he stared back at her. He looked at the evident desire written on her face as he started taking off his clothes mingled with hers on the floor. Her face was on the flame when he caught her looking at his erect shaft. "Are you sure that fits me?" She asked shyly. "Anything is possible, babe," he replied. His finger traced the shape of her lips. He was having these racing thoughts as they looked at each other in silent understanding. "I love the way you look at me. How you whimpered and writhe helplessly touched the core of my need blended with yours. And I want to brand you as you belong to me after tonight..." "Branding? How?" "Sipping a droplet of blood from your neck to bond with me so whenever you are, I can find you easily..." "Oh. That's great to know. And me?" She asked with those
"Baby, we're just starting. Now is not the time to discuss separating. This is the moment of our union as husband and wife." Aleksander enigmatically remarked when he noticed the sign of blood on the mattress. "Come, I'll bath you..." "Can it wait? I'm already tired, Aleks...." Her eyes were begging. "Just a quick one, babe..." he insisted. As he scooped her in his arms, they vanished and could be seen in the shower room as he washed her. Izabella became wide awake when she felt the hot water cascading over her nudity. When Aleksander washed, she couldn't help moaning, especially as the sponge touched her sensitive part. "Did I hear you say, tired?" He mocked her as he started cleaning himself as well. And she pinched his tummy, followed by her tiny giggles. "Ah, Iza. He embraced her, grinned, and said, "You're like a box full of surprises," but then he paused and stared at her like he was in a trance. "What?" Izabella asked when he was staring at her for a few minutes. To answ
Izabella's loud moaning roused Aleksander from sleep. As soon as he sat up, he noticed that his wife was shivering due to the cold. He quickly put the blanket over her body and was about to embrace her but felt her warm. The sheen of sweat on her forehead caught his attention. God forbids! When he saw that Izabella had a fever, he said to himself. "This can't be happening. What is going on? The instant Aleksander stood up, he was unsure what to do and began pacing. He debated phoning Izabella's father but decided against it because he did not want to bother him. As he summoned his mobile phone, it went to his waiting hand and called the only person he thought could help his wife. "Levitra," he uttered on his phone, and it dialed automatically. "Hi, Chief. Do you need me?" A female voice answered. "Yes, get ready...I'll be getting you. Prepare your medical stuff, as I need your help. Iza has a fever..." "Yes, Chief. Right away," the woman replied. He sent a message to Shanda to co
After a while, Levitra asked her, "Are you all right?" Izabella willingly released herself from the woman's grasp. "Yeah. Thanks a lot... that helps to release my feelings," she said with a loud laugh. "Chief calls me Levi. Thanks for having me. I hope it's alright if I call you Izabella. It's too formal, Madam." She smiled at Levi and added, "Feel free, and thanks for coming here." "No option," Levitra said with a chuckle, "but I don't mind. I like my work. And I'm starting to like you somehow." "Thanks, Livi. I'm just curious. Why do you call him Chief?" she said with a smile as she raised one eyebrow. "Larry and I chose to refer to him as Chief because he serves as the CEO of numerous businesses across the globe." "I suppose you're right. Did he have a lot of foes back then?" "Yes, there were roughly ten wolves." "He wasn't even hurt, which is amazing." "He was, yet, his wounds self-healed as we continued to move. His chest was full of scratches." "I'm delighted he's okay