Chapter 3 C3

I comb through my long hair, letting it hang down my back.

Working against the clock, I throw on a pair of dark jeans, leather

boots, a white t-shirt, and a black jacket. He said to wear

something expensive, but this event can be called a high class

cook out at best.

Technically, it's a bonding ceremony, which is the equivalent of a

wedding to humans except without all of the elegance, fancy

clothes, and decor.

Just like Nathan said, I find him waiting for me in the living room

of the pack house. He stops his pacing in order to look me over

from head to toe.

"How much did that cost?"

"Enough," I answer as I walk past him.

"Is it designer?" He asks, coming up beside me.

"It is for tonight."

He makes a disapproving grunt. "We'll go shopping later. You look

good though."

I stop dead in my tracks, stiffening.

Did he... Did he just compliment me?

He offers me his arm, as if nothing out of ordinary had just

happened. "Wouldn't wanna be late."

I wipe the petrification off my face and force myself to take the

arm he's offering. It's an internal fight to keep myself from pulling

away from him. Something about having any sort of contact with

him seems wrong and stomach-churningly unappealing.

When we walk up to the open forested area that the party is set up

in, everyone's eyes turn on us. The urge to shrink down and out of

their sight is crippling, but there's nowhere to go. Plus I have too

much pride to even attempt to hide against Nathan's side. Public

shame can only go so far and that would be on an entirely new

level.

There's no doubt in my mind that this is the latest gossip of the

pack. The oh so beloved Nathan Swelter- soon to be Alpha of the

Visari pack- is claiming a mate who isn't his.

He leads us past a towering bonfire whose flames reach high into

the dark sky and to a long table set on a wooden platform which

acts as a makeshift stage. There are four seats at the table, all at

one side so that the occupants would all face the crowd.

Alpha Andre and his Luna, Nathan's mother, sit together at one

end. I break away from Nathan and go past them, planting myself

at the furthest end, as far away from them as I can be. To my

misfortune, Nathan sits down next to me, far closer than I'd prefer.

No more than half a minute passes before he places his hand on

my knee and starts tugging at my leg. I shoot him a burning glare

so heated that he should burst into flames on the spot.

"Seriously?!" I snap, keeping it at a whisper.

He growls lowly, leaning closer. "You're mine now. Show it."

I clench my canines together so hard that my jaw aches. I roll my

eyes and huff before throwing away my dignity and following his

orders, lifting my legs so that they're in his lap.

It's a Visarian display of ownership. While sitting, the female would

position herself so that the back of her thighs touch the top of the

male's, though her butt stays in her own seat. In intimate cases,

only between true mates, the male would wrap his arm around the

female, her head resting on his shoulder.

However, that's not the case for us.

I put my thighs on top of his, but other than that, I keep as much

distance as possible. It wouldn't be hard for someone to figure out

that we're not mates. The stiff body language, the tense and

mechanical movements, and not to mention my obvious

disgruntlement; it's enough to make any spectator cringe with

second hand embarrassment.

And of course, there's plenty of them to do so. Practically the

entire pack is staring at us from below, unblinking. Despite the cold

winter air, my face is on fire.

"Act natural," Nathan scolds in my ear.

"Maybe if I weren't being blackmailed I could," I hiss back.

Alpha Andre stands up, clearing his throat and sending us both a

scolding look. He then slaps on a pleasant smile and faces

forward to address the pack.

"Wolves of Visari, may I introduce to you to your soon to be Alpha

and Luna," he announces, making a grand gesture towards us.

His speech goes on after that. Most of it, if not all of it, is him

rambling on about Nathan's childhood and his meager yet

exaggerated achievements.

Not a single thing is said about me. It's almost like he completely

forgot that I could've been considered his daughter at one point.

I'm not surprised though.

Nearly half an hour of empty words and transparent compliments

later, he concludes his speech with something along the lines of

"may he reign long and prosper with this pack."

Applause bursts from the crowd when Alpha Andre sits back

down. Although I tuned out the majority of his speech, I highly

doubt the applause is sincere.

When the clapping starts to fade, a single hand in the middle of the

sea of people pops up.

"Nathan and Adrienne aren't mates. What happens when she finds

her mate? Will Nathan then find a new Luna?"

I perk up upon hearing my name. But Nathan opens his mouth

first.

"There will be no other Luna," he answers. My brow furrows when I

realize his tone is almost... defensive? Who knew he was such a

good actor.

He continues, and slowly the defensiveness dissipates into

professionalism. "I chose Adrienne. The ceremony will bind us.

And if her mate has a problem with it, he can either get over it or

take it up with me."

I shiver. There's something about talking about my hypothetical

mate that seems unnatural. Wrong even, and I don't like it.

There were no more questions after that. I was beyond thankful.

The sooner this torture is over, the better.

Pack members begin passing out the food, giving me the dreadful

cue to talk to the Alpha's asshole-ish offspring.

"When did you turn into plastic?" I ask him.

He looks at me, confused. "What?"

"You're fake, Nathan. Just like your little declaration of caring

about me."

His gaze hardens and his jaw tightens, like I've hit a nerve. That's

good though. Because I'd sever it if I could.

"I'd watch your fucking attitude if I were you," he warns

dismissively.

I glance down at his palm resting right above my neck, then back

up to him. "And I'd watch your hand if I were you, " I growl, my

teeth turning to canines.

Various dishes are sat down in front of me, all of them fresh and

steaming. But none of them are bribing enough to make me stay.

"Where are you going?" Nathan asks as I abruptly stand up, having

not even touched my a single morsel of food.

I mumble a bitter retort, one I'm sure he can hear, "For a walk, get

off my back."

I don't look back, not even after hearing the rattling of silverware

when a palm slams down on the table. Growling follows, low and

provoked.

I guess now we both know what it's like to be inconvenienced by

someone else.

"Let her go," Alpha Andre orders. I can just imagine him grabbing

his son's wrist and pulling him back down before he can even get

up. He's controlling like that. Except this time, I'm thankful for it.

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