Chapter 6 Annabella

“Hi, I’m Morpheus.”

His voice is deep, his eyes are black and gold, and his fur is brown with streaks of black and shiny. I couldn’t look away, no matter how much I wanted to, no matter how much my insides begged me to because I know Alonso wouldn't want me to see him this way.

“I’m…. Annabella, it's a pleasure to meet you.”

“Hello Annie, can I call you that?”

“Am… sure.

“How are you, how are you enjoying your stay and how is my human friend treating you?”

“It’s better than being in the house I used to live in, and as for Alonso, he’s treating me fine… I guess.”

“Do you have a wolf, Annie?”

“No, I don’t have one.”

“Why were you born without one?”

“No, I just don’t…. We don’t have a connection the way you and Alonso do.”

“Ohh… We don’t have a connection, he let go of me a long time ago… I usually come out when he’s asleep.”

“Really…”

Yes…”

“Let this be our little secret, he’s a little… Grumpy.”

“Let this be our little secret, I know.”

We both laugh, but I laughed more than him because his deep husky voice sounds so weird when he’s laughing,

“I have to go now… Grumpy is about to wake up, if I were you, I’d go back into the bathroom and pretend you were never here.”

He winked at me and I ran back into the washroom, I stood in front of the bathroom mirror for a couple of seconds and then ran out into the bedroom.

“Are you ok?”

“Does it look like I’m ok, I’m naked on the floor with a blanket covering my waist.”

“Do you want me to help you?”

“No, I can do it myself, ok, just go back to whatever it was you were doing.”

‘He is right, you are grumpy.’

I turn to walk back into the bathroom,

“What did you say?”

“Nothing…”

Standing there watching him fumble as he tries to pull himself up onto the bed is against my nature, so I grab him by the legs and around his neck and pick him up.

He's arguing and protesting about how he can do it himself so much that I lose balance, trip over my feet and the blanket he had covering him, and feel on top of him as he hits the bed.

My hands touched his private area, his hand grabbing me by the and our lips touching, I pulled away, fixed him on the bed, and ran into the bathroom slamming the door behind me.

“I need to wash my face.”

I started throwing water on my face repeatedly as I attempted to remove what just happened from my mind. For a person that can't do much to move around, he has a well-toned body.

When I decided that I'd hidden in the bathroom long enough I changed into my oversized t-shirt, took off the bathroom light, and then crawled into bed, his eyes were closed, and his hand was over his head.

Slowly I pulled the blanket and turned my back to him, closing my eyes hoping that I would drift off to sleep quickly, but to my absolute surprise he clears his throat and says a very soft ‘thank you.’ I didn't know if I should turn around to look at him or if I should touch his hand, so I settled for an elementary ‘welcome’, closed my eyes, and drifted off to sleep.

The next morning I was hit with another surprise, something I never saw coming, which I should have after Alonso’s father finished helping him bathe and change into his clothes for the day.

He informed me that our very private wedding would be held later today at home in our house away from the public and the pack, that's the way he wanted it, and honestly, I want it that way too.

Alonso left with his father to go to his art studio as there is an emergency only he could attend to. Mariah left to go to the mall. I'm looking at myself in the mirror, and the thought of actually attempting to comb my hair and fix myself came to mind. After all, you only get married, once.

I grab my comb and brush that are still in the clear packet from a year ago. Honestly, I have no idea why I even bought this, I started at the end trying to comb through the knots and made my way up to the roots gently.

“Look at you attempting to make yourself look like a bride.” my mother's voice startled me,

“What… What are you doing here?”

“Is this your place, and how dare you to ask me what I am doing here?”

SLAP!

“I didn't mean it like that, I…”

“I, I, shut your mouth, now let me tell you something, don't you feel because you're marrying into a family with money worth anything? You're worthless.”

“Ok.”

“Now, tell no one I was here because if you do, I promise you the next time I come around and no one's home I'll give you a beating you'd never forget.”

“Ok.”

“Ha, you're as ugly as they come, don't look into the mirror so much you'd break it, stupid girl.”

She walks down the hall laughing at me and out the door, I drop myself onto the bed and felt where she slapped me.

Why does she do this? Every time I find a bit of happiness she comes and takes it away from me, it's like she's focused on making my life a living hell even though I'm not under her care anymore.

I reviewed myself in the mirror once more and noticed her hand print on my face. I sigh because now I have no choice but to finish combing out my hair and leave it to fall into my shoulders.

Alonso and his father returned not too long after I finished bathing and changing. I tried my hardest to hide my emotions. I don't want to ruin the day, but it's hard, and I think he noticed because when he came into the room he just sat there looking at me.

“I see you finally got rid of the bird's nest.”

“Ohh… I'm yeah.”

I turned away as he came closer,

“Are you ok, Annabella, like ok.”

“Hmm, I'm fine.”

“We don't have to do this if you don't want to, you know.”

“I'm fine, I promise.“

“Annabella, look at me.” he stretched his hand and pushed my hair behind my ear.

“Who did this, when did this happen?”

“Could we just go… I'm fine.”

“You heard her, Alonso, she's fine… Hahahahabhab.”

His mother laughed as she walks away from our room, Alonso looks back at me and then drops his head,

“Once you're fine that's all that matters, the officiant will be here soon. We will have the ceremony alone, and neither father nor his wife is invited. Are you ok with that?”

I nod in response.

The wedding went by quickly. We said our I do and exchanged rings. It was quite surprising that Alonso had rings because I thought we weren't doing the whole ring thing seeing that I don't have a dollar to my name.

His ring is a simple white gold ring with diamond stones around it, and my ring is a simple diamond ring along with diamonds around the band. It looks expensive, but I highly doubt Alonso would give someone he doesn't like a ring worth a billion dollars.

After the ceremony we had a meal, he ordered for us from a restaurant and sat and ate in silence, not an awkward silence, a good one.

He then pulled a bag from under the little table his father set up in his room and placed a plastic container on the table in front of us,

“It's red velvet. Have a slice once you finish eating, and don't forget to brush your teeth. I don't want ants on my bed.”

I nodded,

The nightfall came quickly, and before you know it, it was time for bed, his father helped his bath and get changed into his pajamas then placed him in bed and said his goodnights, I took my bath, pulled my hair up into a one, and placed on baggy pants and an oversized shirt.

Upon closing the bathroom door, a cold wind hit my body. It came through the balcony door that I didn't even notice was open. I looked up at the sky and saw dark clouds forming and suddenly heavy rainfall.

I'm running to close the door as the wind is getting a little rough when Alonso stops me and tells me to leave it. He'd like to see the raindrops. I switch off the lights and climb into bed and lay on my back looking out at the thunderstorm before us.

“I know it's your wedding night, and I'm sorry I can't give…”

“It's ok…”

“I'm sorry,” he says once more

Silent, that's all I could be, silent, I know what he means, and I also wasn't expecting anything from him, not a ring, not a piece of cake, nothing.

With my heart racing and my mind screaming at me to not do what Swallow and remove the band that's holding up my hair, I raised my head from the pillow and sat up on the bed before closing my eyes.

Sitting on top of him I took his hand into mine and ran it through my hair, down the side of my face, and down my chest, I opened my eyes to see him looking into mine, a swirl of gold moving around in them.

He tried to speak, but I stopped him by shaking my head. It's embracing enough. I'm doing this, if he says something I might run away. I carried his hand lower to my stomach and stopped there and lastly, I kissed him, dropped his hand, and rolled back to my corner of the bed.

What the hell was I thinking, if I never thought about him kicking me out before, it's definitely on my mind now.

I mean what was I thinking doing that, gosh Annabella you're so stupid. No, I know what I was thinking, I was thinking that he's a man and not being able to touch his wife on his wedding night may have been messing with him.

But I'm not his wife, I mean I am, but he doesn't like me he's just doing this because he was forced to. I think I'm not certain.

Stop thinking Annabella and go to sleep, yes go to sleep, that would cut the tension in the room with big silver scissors.

“Annabella.”

I opened my mouth to answer but instead, I snored a loud echoing snore that sounds fake, but he doesn't know that.

‘Gosh, Annabella, stop rambling on you'll give yourself a headache.” I say to myself.

“Anabella, I know you are not asleep.”

I let out a loud snore again and again until my mouth went dry, and my throat started itching.

“Annabella…”

I bolt off the bed and fall flat on the floor, hitting my face, I stand up on my two feet and find him looking at me…

“Annabella…”

“I'm sorry I didn't mean to… I shouldn't have.”