C07: The Marshall's Shari Ball [2]

"I'm not your driver, love. I am your husband, and you’re my mate. Sit in the passenger seat,” Aztec said, his voice coming out without any scorn. It was almost like he was being true to Sandra but was that really it? 

Sandra just heeded what the Alpha said, without even saying another word. With them settled, Aztec drove to the event. While on their way there Sandra was hoping to smell Beatrice on Aztec, but there was nothing. 

Instead, he reeked of lilies, which was still amusing to her and she couldn't help but enjoy it. It was almost like the Alpha had marked himself as hers, even if it was just for the night. Everyone would notice, but what if that was the plan itself?

At the party, everything was going as planned. Sandra welcomed the pack members and Aztec had taken over for a while. Together they looked like the power couple that would always wow the whole of the Marshall pack. 

Everyone seemed to love them and if Sandra didn't know any better, she would have fallen for that. But then, there were rumors about her out there. Rumors that every wolf here was painfully aware of. 

The rumors of her greed and lust for power. 

Maybe that's what they saw tonight, even as Sandra told them to have fun at the party.

"Let’s enjoy the night, cheers!” Sandra had told the wolves who cheered back.

The elderly wolves were pleased with the setting and even complimented Aztec and Sandra for the good job done. Not one to take all the credit for something he didn't do, Aztec was quick to respond.

"Oh, this was the work of my amazing mate and Luna, Scarlet. She’s gorgeous and has quite the taste. I was right to have trusted her with the project,” Aztec said proudly to the werewolf council members who just agreed. 

They could see that the mating of Aztec and Sandra was truly a nice fit. Oh but if only they knew what went on when they were away from the public, or even the horrors that would later on find their way into their lives.

Sandra knew this was a fantasy, hell, even Aztec was aware of that, but it was one they had to keep up with, otherwise all their hard work would be gone with the winds. He had seen that she had worked to make this day a success, and he owed her the appreciation.

"You flatter me, love,” Sandra said, as she tried to hide the blush that was slowly creeping up her cheeks. 

The little things that Aztec had done for her today made her feel like she was truly meant for her, and until the party ended, she would gladly live in that fantasy. Today was just about her and her love life which everyone seemed to appreciate so much.

"Aaahh, that’s our song,” Aztec said when a familiar tune, I get to Love you, by Ruelle began playing. It was ironic, how they knew nothing about each other, and yet, everyone in the ballroom, believed that they were okay together. 

Well, that was if she didn't count the wolves who were skeptical of having a human Luna, one who seemed too frail, but then they didn't know her, otherwise, they could have known that she was a fighter and she would make this happen, for her grandma.

“You two look so good together. Go on and have fun on the dance floor. May the goddess bless you both,” an elder said and Aztec smiled at him. 

He was proud of today’s occurrences so far and if he could, he would announce to the world that his Luna, Scarlet Marshall had organized the party. 

"Shall we, my love?”

"Yes, sure. Excuse us,” Sandra said respectfully to the elders.

The dance floor was packed with wolves and their mates, led by their Alpha and their crowned Luna. They both looked so good, but to Aztec, it seemed like nothing would be as beautiful as the woman before him. 

She was stunning and like a goddess and even he couldn't deny that. The fact that her raspberry scent was slowly becoming his addiction was something else. For a man who had been against marriage, he was slowly growing slower to his replacement bride, who he wasn't even aware of.

"I smell a strong raspberry scent from you..." Aztec whispered, his husky voice making Sandra even more surprised. Even if she was unwilling to, Sandra subconsciously blushed. 

Today was weird, with the Alpha complimenting her and giving her flowers. She wanted to live in this fantasy, and enjoy whatever this was. So instead of responding to Aztec, she leaned her head on his shoulder, right where she had learned that the werewolf mark would always sit.

It was a harmless nudge, but it was one that got so many reactions from the people. 

Some wolves, including Sandra’s stepmother, were glad that they were getting along. Others thought this was a facade, but they had seen the Alpha's eyes turn golden, to show that he was enjoying the company of this woman. 

Sure, Sandra couldn't see it, but everyone else could see it. Maybe that was also the reason Beatrice showed up to the Alpha and Sandra.

"May I have this dance with the Luna?” Beatrice asked, her voice full of respect, but she knew it wasn't for Sandra. Instead, it was respect for her boyfriend, the man who was publicly reminding her that she would never get to be his mate, like ever.

"Are you sure you wanna do this?” Aztec asked Sandra and when she nodded, he allowed her into the arms of Beatrice. 

The Alpha however, wasn't going to dance away from the two, but then as the rules of the dance floor demanded, partners would be switched here and there, and inevitably, the Alpha and his Luna were separated, leaving Sandra at the mercy of the unmated obsessed girlfriend, Beatrice.