The Alpha’s Arranged Bride

LAVENDER’S POV

I groaned lightly as I fluttered my eyes open, tilting my head to the side. The next minute, I had to shut my eyes again due to the light. After some time, I was able to open my eyes and then turned around to observe where I was.

For the first few minutes, I had no idea what was going on. I had no memory of what had happened before I woke up. One more look around and I saw my mother at the side being hugged by my father while he rubbed her back to ease her.

“Mum,” I called softly.

She turned to me instantly before rushing over to the bed, and then hugged me. “Oh, my sweet child,” she said, rubbing my back.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

Like a horrible bad dream, all the events came flooding back into my mind. From the glares I got from the pack members in the market to the change of attitude by the Elders and finally to the very one that made me lose every control I had; everyone publicly rejecting me as being able to be the Luna of the pack.

There are words that felt fresh in my memory. The unremorseful way they told me I did not belong in the pack. They had told me they loved me and cherished me. They always wanted me to be the Luna of the pack. I thought they said I did everything right.

Most of them told me they could not wait for me to be the Luna of the pack. So why will they quickly forget? Why would they allow something out of my control to make them change their minds about me? I have never been wicked or cruel, nor have I done anything to warrant suspicion or shame for Caramel or the pack, so why would they reject me in this manner?

I had always been careful with everything I did. I showed them love. I tried to do the best I could for them. So why would they reject me like I was always evil to them and I had proved to them times without number that I could not be with Caramel? This was unfair to me.

How could they quickly forsake me? I love Caramel, and I knew he loved me, too. Why could they not accept our love? Why could they support us irrespective of what happened before I was born? Was love not the most important thing? Why would they want to break the beautiful thing that has been formed for a very long time now?

I did not want to lose Caramel. I wanted to be by his side forever. Why all of this? I could not stop the tears that flowed down my eyes. The thought of everything shattered the little resolve I had managed to get.

It was too much for me to handle. I could not bear this pain. “Dear, my dear child.” Mum tried to soothe me, but it was difficult to just forget. How were we going to handle this? I questioned myself.

The door opened and Caramel walked in. From the moment he walked in, his frightening aura filled the entire room. Usually, he reduced it, but this time he did not. He looked really upset, and he only glanced at me once before turning his attention to Mother.

“What happened?” he questioned Mum, a fierce look on his face.

Mum stared at him, a few minutes confused as to what he was asking her about. “You know what I am asking. That day. What happened?” his words this time were firm and filled with more anger than the last

Mum’s eyes filled with tears, and she began sobbing. I glanced from her to Caramel, my heart pounding in my chest as I stared at his face. This was the first time I had ever seen him this way. All the time I had been here, he was either smiling or in a plain mood, but this was different.

His aura only made that empty look in his eyes more frightening. This look was worse than the one he gave to the pack members when a stone was thrown at me. My heart pounded in my chest and I squeezed the duvet, trying to keep my emotion in check.

This look scared me. I opened my mouth to speak, but it shut it back. I did not know what to say, and I was really scared of him right now. That look felt like he could rip someone in half at this very moment.

“Please come and sit with me,” I finally found my voice.

He turned to me like a robot and I saw something flash in his eyes, but it was quick to disappear, making me unable to decipher what it was. I saw the hesitance in his eyes to come to me. This was unusual. Caramel always loved coming to me.

Sometimes I did not need to tell him, and he did so. Now I had to ask and still, he was hesitant. I stared at him for a few seconds, my heart beat accelerating at the thought that he would not come to me.

He did, but it felt like he did not want to, and he was just doing it out of courtesy. I bit the side of my lips as I watched him carefully take a seat beside me. Was he being careful with me? It felt like he didn’t even want to touch me. I waited for a minute for him to move closer, but he remained where he was.

I felt scared and couldn’t stay away, regardless of how he was behaving. Slowly, I moved closer to him, but I felt him repulse the moment my body touched him. I tried as much as possible to hide the pain I felt from him doing that. I swallowed to give myself courage, then placed my head on his chest.

He didn’t hold me even after doing this. Was this the end? Was this the end of the marriage I had finally accepted?