"It's been two hours sitting here, where the fuck is she!" Stefan exclaimed as he waited for his wife to be. "Bro, relax. She is coming," said his best friend William as he shot a questioning look at the blue eyed Prince who was relaxed in the seat across his.
"Nick, where is she?" he mouthed the words so that no one could hear them. "Ugh, I think we should reschedule, let's pick another day, maybe next week, next month, anytime that she will feel ready, if she ever will," the priest said out the words with a hint of anger in them probably from all the waiting.
The guy with the beautiful blue eyes burst into laughter making everyone's attention turn to him. The three gentlemen stared at him as if he had grown a second head or was the dumbest person in the whole universe.
"Heez, am here," a bored voice said from behind them making them all turn around. Before them stood Kyra Hendrix, Alpha of blood moon pack. The gentlemen sized her up and down as she walked around the room shamelessly still in her pajamas a flip flops, bed was written all over her.
She ignored their stares and walked all the way to the couch were she sat gracefully and crossed her legs, a position which left her shaved long legs to the gentlemen's attention making them imagine what lay if only the night dress rose a little bit up.
Kyra rolled her eyes at their drooling faces and raised her hands to her black hair which was a mess falling at both sides of her face. She was thinking of tying her long black hair into a long braid, one that would fall at the back of her neck but she caught sight of her Beta's disapproving look.
William Walker was the only person she could listen to apart from herself, Kyra was dominant, a total control freak but for some reason sometimes she let William guide her, advise her, a thing she didn't even let Nick do.
It was beyond the fact that he was her fuck buddy more of her sex pet. He just had a way of making her feel human again, he made her feel that she wasn't the heartless bad ass bitch she portrayed to everyone.
"Can we get done with this shit already, I have important things to do," barked out Stefan. Kyra was about to spit some fire at him when her brother interrupted.
"Of course, we won't waste anymore of your time, your highness," Nick sent an evil smirk at Stefan who sent him an evil glare.
"Here you go." Will handed a stack of papers to Kyra who seemed to be absent mind as she was lost in tying her long hair into a pony tail as she hummed an old pack song.
William waited patiently until she was done with her hair and handed her the papers.
"Glasses," she ordered with her hands outstretched, only for a servant who appeared from no where to dash to her and place the focals in her outstretched hand.
She put her glasses on and carried the papers to her eyes only to hear the annoying unmistakable voice of Stefan say "Such a drama queen."
She paused trying to process in his voice as she tried to keep calm, the husky, annoying voice she used to find sweet as it whispered to her poison and lies. The voice she once upon a time found her peace and comfort in.
The only thing she wanted to do at that time was to hit something really heavy at the source of the annoying stupid voice, slice his throat with a knife or just strangle all air out of him but she could do none of the above.
No matter how strong the hatred she had towards Stefan was he was still by blood and birth the original Alpha of the blood moon pack.
After reading through the terms of their marriage contract, she picked up her black fountain signature pen and signed on the papers.
For a moment she stared at Stefan's signature which had been placed on the papers before hers, she closed her eyes as if she was having second thoughts in her decision.
"Alpha," the priest called out to her with a worried look on her face. "Are you sure about this, I could talk to the council?"
Kyra gave a full lips smile to the old man who she considered like a second father. After all he had been there through all her pain, when her mother died, then her father the only family she was left with. The old man was there to comfort her the way even when her mate left her and run off with her best friend, the old man was their for her.
If only what he spoke of was simple. In the Werewolf World rules are rules and they have to be followed no matter how much times change.
An heir was a crucial matter for each werewolf pack, one born by the Alpha and his Luna. Rejected not rejected, no matter what circumstances the two may have a blood moon heir was to be made by the two of them, not lovers or concubines. A pure bred Alpha was what was needed.
For long Kyra had always known of this, wished the moment would never come but time waits for no man.
