C03: The Unfortunate Girl

On the morning that followed, the newlyweds, who had definitely slept in different rooms, made their way towards the breakfast table. Margery, the maid, a seventy-year-old woman, had already prepared a meal for them.

Sandra wasn't sure what she had expected when she came down to the breakfast table, but the Adonis seated right there was certainly not it. Alpha Aztec looked so good that Sandra almost gasped out loud from the amazement. 

Today, Alpha Aztec was in black casual wear. He had tight leather pants and a black tank top with his retro-vintage glasses loosely hanging on his tank top. On his neck was a dragon chain, goodness it made him look like some man out of a magazine.

His hair was carefully held up in a bun, with the loose strands intentionally hanging so close to his face. On his ears were a pair of diamond earrings, not to mention the black leather jacket he had hung on his seat. His feet were fitted on Prada boots, the latest batch, and damn, Sandra was thinking of something else.

The man was a walking disaster and yet as Sandra looked at him, she couldn't help but wish she could earth him instead of her breakfast. How a man could be this good looking and have the traits of a piece of crap, was beyond her.

She hadn't even realized she was openly staring until the Alpha with an ego the size of a mountain snapped her out of her trance.

"Take a picture, it lasts longer, love,” Aztec said and Sandra rolled her eyes, before walking and taking her seat at the table. She hadn't realized that Aztec hadn't said a word about her eye roll, maybe since he was busy trying to see whether he could get to the woman, but would he? Santa was in a white dress top and black leather boots today.

"Why’d you wake up so early?”

"I can’t be late for work,” Sandra said as she continued eating her breakfast. She had taken a day off yesterday to attend her sister’s wedding, and had gotten the shock of the day. However, that was life and all she could do at the moment was to simply move on. It was a battle she wasn't going to waste her time fighting with him.

"You have a job?” Aztec asked, unsure of what he had expected. Once again his perception of Sandra was being forced to change. He had been told that he would marry a serial shopper, not a woman who knew how to get her own money and live the life she wanted.

"Where?”

"Marina Designs,” Sandra responded before adding, "I gotta go, see you around.”

"Wait, lemme take you to work.” 

As far as Aztec knew, this company happened to be in charge of holding the upcoming annual Shari ball for the Marshall pack, which was also Aztec’s. He had taken up the Alpha position for a little over a year and as one of his key responsibilities, he needed to organize the Shari ball. 

His company, the House of Marshall could have organized it, but Aztec needed fresh insights and new ideas. So he had opted for marina designs, the fast-rising event management company that had made it through the ranks so fast.

This company had nothing to do with Scarlet’s family, the Franzels, so he wondered to himself as to why Sandra would even consider working there when they had one of their own.

Maybe she was too independent, but what were the chances that she was just trying to prove that she wasn't a shopaholic like the rumors around had spread? Besides, this looked a little too coincidental for a woman who had a bad reputation to already have work.

"Don’t you think you want to play too much into this husband duty aye?” Sandra asked as she picked up her bag and walked out, after thanking Margery for the delicious food.

"Rule number three of our agreement, which you signed.”

"Fine, whatever. Hurry then, I can’t be late for work,” Sandra insisted. Together, they drove to marina designs where Aztec even realized that Marina had an affiliation with his company, Ace Corporation.

"Thank you and you don’t need to pick me up. Have fun with Beatrice,” Sandra said so earnestly that Aztec was confused.

He had expected Sandra to be a jealous mess, but this woman was just minding her business and wishing him well. That was unheard of and Aztec was curious as to what kind of woman Sandra was. She piqued his interest and he was never easily interested in anything.

"Go on, I'll only drive away when you walk in; the third rule, remember?” Alpha Aztec said and it took everything in Sandra to not roll her eyes at him again. This man was weird, but hey, at least he wasn't Sandra’s problem, right?

"Goodbye, husband.”

"See you around, wifey,” Aztec said before driving away when Sandra walked into her office building.

*****

"The Shari Ball is in a few weeks, do you think the new greedy Luna will be there for it?” One of the servants asked. They all are curious to see whether their Alpha would bring forth his shameless and unethical Luna to the greatest ball of the Marshall pack.

"I don't think so. She’s a human for pit's sake. What does she even know of our customs?” Another countered.

The thought of having a human Luna had never been welcome in the pack for so many years and it was clear that people were just blinded by the fact that the woman their Alpha had chosen was nothing like a werewolf. 

"The Alpha won’t let her. If anything, the rumors about her are bad. If I were the Alpha, I wouldn't want her for a bride, but that’s just me.” 

"I agree, she’s lazy and greedy. If she’s the Luna we must accept, then the Marshall pack is doomed. I hope the Alpha doesn't make her organize the ball. It’s bad enough that she’s an uncultured—”

"Bad Mouthing the new Luna huh? You guys don't have enough work here, no?” Aztec asked curiously, holding back his anger so he didn't lash out at his people he understood them but if they were this open with their disdain for Sandra, what else were they even thinking of that he never knew?

He had interrupted his servants who were currently in the backyard. 

The Alpha had come to check on Margery since she had been working the whole day. It was unusual, but with the changes, Aztec needed Margery and the other servants to make everything ready for their Luna, Sandra.

Even though he wasn't in love with the woman and didn't like her, he had to give her stature or the elders, and more so, his ever-so-strict and insanely keen grandfather would raise questions; most of which Aztec didn't have the patience to answer.

"Oh, Alpha, you’re back,” Margery greeted Aztec, hoping to the goddess that the Alpha didn't hear everything the other servants had been talking about. Then again, one looked at the Alpha’s face and she could tell how screwed they were.

"You wanna organize the ball, huh? Can you do it better than her?” Aztec asked his servants, his anger so evident that he was as close to blowing up.

No one was allowed to disrespect Sandra, except for him.

He could do whatever he wanted with her, consequences be damned, but no one would get that same courtesy. She was his to mess with, his to bully even though she wasn't a submissive human. The bottom line was, she was his and no one else’s. His.

"We’re sorry Alpha,” Margery apologized on behalf of the other wolves. She knew Aztec never rushed into decisions and if he had married the human, then she surely had to be his mate. It didn’t matter how they were bound, but it was required that the Marshall wolves respect Sandra like one of their own.

"Has the Luna come from work?” Aztec asked, like he wasn't about to smash heads on the wall and watch the blood flow. 

"No Alpha, we haven’t sighted her yet," Margery responded, seeing as everyone had suddenly gone quiet and looked like the meek wolves from the horror stories. They looked pathetic and their mindsets were wilding.

Aztec had a lot of thoughts about Sandra and he wasn't sure what he wanted with her yet. She had looked so dashing in the morning, that he wanted to tell her, but he couldn't. He didn't want to raise her hopes when he was going to bed with another woman. 

When he walked in the direction of the living room, and he paused his steps. He saw that Sandra was wiping stray tears. His Luna had heard what the servants had said apparently. She had felt their anger and rage and more than anything their blatant hatred towards her for being a different species.

Now that he thought about it, he had smelled the beautiful raspberry scent earlier when he walked in, but he had assured himself that it was because Sandra was now living here. He should have been more careful, but then it wasn't like he could shut their mouths all the time. 

"Ermm,” Aztec sounded as she stared at Sandra.

"What do you think you are doing? You scared me, you tart!” Sandra said, as she messed her hair in a bid to hide the fact that she had been crying. Her eyes were swollen, and her heart was once again broken.