All Chapters of Wedding And Wolves: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I look like an unemployed escort. After the inspection of six minutes, I have come to this conclusion. From glaring red matte lipstick to the black bodycon dress, I look like I'm desperate to get laid, which I'm, but I would rather not announce it. I roll on the heel of my black strappy stilettos and hum in satisfaction. My auburn hair was fluffed well and falling past my breast. For once my steel-blue eyes were popping out with the abundant attention they have received today. Sienna sure was good with make-up. Well, much better than I was after years of use. But I must say she contoured like a professional, I look mature and sexy. I wasn't a very tall woman at 5'2 and I had that heart face structure that was more on the cute side so this transformation was appreciated, it made me look like a female Fatale. Wait... why am I shaved and prepped like a hooker, when this is a fake Blind date? "I have a problem understanding why the hell am I going like this when the purpose of my visi

"Luna!" A chorus broke out in apprehension. "Rayna!" I shake my head at the absurd name, "My name is Rayna and I would be grateful if you ladies could tell me what the hell is going on!" I misstepped trying to regain my balance. This didn't give me good vibes. I desperately want to get home. I stumble, pushing them away. This was getting bothersome and creepy with how these women were getting cozy with my body despite our lack of acquaintance. No sane group, bar a cult, would dress an unconscious woman in a wedding dress. I shook my head; it could be a joke: such horrendous pranks were popular these days. Though it is giving me creeps to not see a single familiar moron, it doesn't really bother me as I believe nothing horribly wrong can happen that hasn't already happened tonight. This is just a sick joke. It should be... I clench my fist and scrunch my eyes, I have to just not give these sick people the reaction they want. I turn, craning my head. The dress had a lot of flare and

"Enough drama, Alpha Harte!" The man scoffed, rolling his eyes at the sky, "When will you morons learn? The Lycan Council had officially forbidden such practices for a decade because they are for naught!" He tsked his tongue, appalled. "You are found guilty of colluding with sorcerers against the law of the period. I, Jordan Segal, will be detaining you until further investigation." As if his interruption had broken some spell, I felt like I had a hold on my body. The heaviness in my limbs remained but I could think. A dizziness passed through, my eyes widened all the same. I realized this half-baked man was my window out of here. He held command over these people which had them feeling so threatened. Before I could formulate a plan, my desperation got the best of me. "Hey! Get me out of here! My father is Richard Reagan. If I get out of here unharmed I'll ask him to do anything for you." He looked like a big shot of this cult and my only chance at survival. "Richard Reagon? I m

I felt my throat packed up, I expected retaliation."I… had somewhere to be so I-""Sure, you had." He murmured in distaste with a roll of his eyes before changing the gears. Even I knew my excuse was lame.I saw his hand shivering and cold sweat breaking out as his one hand frantically made calls to a number saved as 'Galen Segal'. His eyes were rimmed red and I could feel the tangible fear.He groaned as the call wouldn't connect due to poor signals. Just when it looked like he was about to throw it at the windshield window, the phone was picked up. He turned it on loudspeaker to keep his eyes on the track. "Galen…" His voice broke and my heart sank as the weight of his fear hit me."Jordan? The fuck, get out of there!" A distraught man returned.Jordan swallowed as his Adam Apple blabbed with his nerves, "You fucking swore it was all ruse! You said none Hibernating Beast has ever awoken—"A growl reverberated, cutting Jordan off, I shrunk back realizing they were all monsters, "No

"Ishq O bah to waqai ast, rahbar man!" (Her love for you is real, my Leader) The beast growled as if he was disturbed by whatever nonsensical flattery that scumbag Jordan was spouting now. He leaned down and I felt his breath just above my head. My heart felt like it would burst, clenching my fist I bit my lower lip to reign in the merciless sobs. I gasped as his soft fur brushed on my skin. I felt my breath hitch as he drew closer to my neck. Fear made my whole body lifeless. My legs would give out if my last bout of survival instinct hadn't frozen me. He sniffed me a time or two, he snorted as if he didn't like what he smelled. Go figure, Sherlock! I felt my cheek stain in embarrassment as humiliation accompanied my fear. As if to confirm what he had sniffed he sniffed me from the other side, he drew back immediately startling me. I dared to raise my head but the fierce beast had his head tilted and glowing eyes squinted like he was trying to piece together something incompr