WILLOW“Could you move that a little to the right, please?” A frown made its way to my face almost immediately. They’d done what I asked them to do, but it wasn’t looking how I’d pictured it in my head. Gesturing to the vase, I motioned to the left. “No, take it back a bit. Yes, a little to the left.”I stifled a groan the moment they were done. It still wasn’t right. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t get the perfect position to keep the vase. “That’s fine.” I sighed, finally giving up. The nerves were getting to me. “Just leave it as it is and make sure everything else is perfect. Nothing must go wrong tonight. Do you understand?” “Yes, ma’am.” The maids nodded in unison before dispersing to get everything else done. “You.” I pointed to another maid. “Make sure these glasses are sparkling before I get back.” I ran my thumb over the rim of a glass nestled on the buffer table. From where I stood, it looked clean enough, but I wanted everything in there to shine. Tonight must be
Willow. I swallowed as Carter walked towards us. He was still a good distance from us, but it wasn't enough to dull the rage that radiated from him. His eyes held nothing but fury in them and for a split second, I wondered who it was trained at. Me, or Asher. I snuck a glance at the man by my side. He didn't look at all fazed by Carter's mini outburst. If anything, he looked more relaxed, with a mischievous glint in his eyes, almost like he was expecting Carter to do something. Something tugged in my mind and I glanced at my waist. Asher's hand were still wrapped around me. I froze, but peeled bis hand from my body almost immediately, but it was too late. Carter had already seen it and from the looks of things, he didn't seem very pleased. I shifted awkwardly on my heels as I waited for Carter to walk up to us. In nothing less than three strides, hr was standing. Right next to Asher and I.“Carter.” Asher spoke up first. His voice was low, dangerously low if you asked me. “It's
Willow's Pov Carter's room was enormous. I'd never been in it before. The bed alone took up nearly half the space which was perfect, even if we did sleep on the same bed, we wouldn't be too close to each other. The creamy white sheets felt soft and comfortable,I had to hold myself back from jumping into them. Just as Carter had said, my things had been transferred to his room. My bathrobe was hung beside his in the bathroom and my fluffy white slip ons were placed just underneath my side of the bed. My makeup kit and skin care products were neatly arranged on a bigger and more beautiful dressing table. I had stared at it in awe when I first entered. The ornate wood was intricately carved with beautiful images of birds and flowers and the wood curved out into two swans perched atop the big mirror. It even had lights affixed to the edges. It looked like something out of a movie star's dressing room. It was obviously new, as were a lot of things in the room. There was
WillowI stayed still, completely silent for a while as I tried to process what I had just heard Carter say. This couldn't possibly be happening to me.This had to be a joke.For goddess sake, how was this non consensual marriage increasingly getting from bad to worse? I was barely done with my anger towards Carter for deciding to marry me against my will and now I had to deal with this too?I wanted to scream. I wanted to yell at the top of my lungs how I wasn't comfortable with any of this. I wanted to hurl a mug at the wall. Toss something on the ground, smash everything I saw in my way. I wanted to throw a tantrum but all I could do was stare in disbelief. There had to be a way out of this because there was no way in hell I was getting marked by Carter, there was no way in hell I was staying in this marriage, if I could even call it that.A marriage I had not signed up for, it was more of an abduction than a marriage.I let out a controlled sigh, trying to control my breathing bu
WILLOW“Could you move that a little to the right, please?” A frown made its way to my face almost immediately. They’d done what I asked them to do, but it wasn’t looking how I’d pictured it in my head. Gesturing to the vase, I motioned to the left. “No, take it back a bit. Yes, a little to the left.”I stifled a groan the moment they were done. It still wasn’t right. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t get the perfect position to keep the vase. “That’s fine.” I sighed, finally giving up. The nerves were getting to me. “Just leave it as it is and make sure everything else is perfect. Nothing must go wrong tonight. Do you understand?” “Yes, ma’am.” The maids nodded in unison before dispersing to get everything else done. “You.” I pointed to another maid. “Make sure these glasses are sparkling before I get back.” I ran my thumb over the rim of a glass nestled on the buffer table. From where I stood, it looked clean enough, but I wanted everything in there to shine. Tonight must be
WILLOWA groan escaped me as I stirred awake. Tingles spread through my limbs as I turned and tossed. My eyes were heavy, and if it were up to me, I wouldn’t bother opening them again. What was the use? The last thing I wanted was to set my eyes on Asher after what he did to me. How could he? How could he reject me moments before his party where he was supposed to announce we were mates? I should have known he had a reason for asking me to keep our relationship a secret until it was time for the announcement at the party. He fooled me. Memories spilled over me. I pressed my eyes tighter as I tried to recall the events of last night. After Asher had walked out on me, what happened? I took a few bottles of alcohol, and then what? “No.” I gasped out loud and jolted upright, peeling my eyes open. Maybe if I hadn’t, I would have had more time to think things through. The moment I opened my eyes, a bolt of pain shot through my head. I stifled a groan as I cradled my head in my hands. I’d
CARTER No matter how much I tried, I couldn’t get Willow's words out of my head. With every passing second, her voice grew louder and louder in my head, her facial expression taunting me all the more. “I never asked you to marry me.”“I didn’t mean it. I was drunk as hell, and I didn’t know what I was saying.” “Why would you even want to marry a weak omega like me?” Really? Was I supposed to believe that? Was that really the truth? A hand ran through my hair, and I sighed. I flopped back to the bed, the bottle of alcohol almost falling from my hand. The drink hadn’t dulled the pain of her… rejection, only made it worse. The memories of last night tried to take over, and I took another gulp from the bottle to prevent that from happening. I refuse to remember how perfectly her boobs fit in my hands. How much she giggled when she palmed me from the front and asked if it would fit inside her. It fitted quite alright, as we later got to find out. Too well, and just the reminder of how
CARTERFuck. Fuck. Fuck. This wasn’t how things were supposed to go. Heck, I didn’t even see this blowing up in my face at all. How could he? How could Dad set such a condition for me? Thinking about Willow's proposal was one thing. Going after her with a proposal of mine was another. A part of me hoped Dad was joking. He loved jokes. He told them most of the time, and it would have his guests howling with laughter. But when I stopped by his office today to give him his usual cup of morning coffee, he brought up the ultimatum for my coronation. I had to think of something fast, but my head was blank. The coronation was days away, and I didn’t know where to begin. I had to think of something, and fast, too. Knowing Dad, there was no way he would sit back. I could bet on the old man’s life that he already had a backup plan. A backup plan I was sure I would hate. The only solution was to get myself a Luna before that day. But I was stumped and at a loss of ideas. I had no girlfriend, ei