Chapter 9: Matrimony

Soft music played in the background with the melodious notes of the piano, Oliva walked beside her brother towards the altar where Matteo was waiting for her with a beautiful victorious smile on his lips, his posture which was always sloppy was aligned and looked like a gentleman waiting for the silly young lady. The white tail of the girl's cape made a beautiful contrast with the red carpet, and she didn't feel as humiliated as she imagined.

It was her wedding and everything there would be perfect if the groom wasn't her boyfriend's brother, Leonard Moore hadn't foreseen everything.

Everyone was looking at her with an unusually expectant air, following the details of every move she made, Oliva was sure that the dogs that worked with her father wanted her to give up so they could take care of everything her family fought so bravely for. get.

This was a nightmare.

There was even the scene where Samuel hands her to Matteo as if she were the most precious and delicate thing in the world, which was way too pathetic and theatrical for everyone and she could even laugh at it with some sarcastic joke, but her humor was definitely not one of the best not even to make fun of the situation.

When Matteo grabbed her cold hand to help her climb the small steps of the altar, and even under the thin gloves, she felt all the delicious warmth that exhaled from the wolf spread in a shiver that ran through her entire body due to the thermal shock. He held her hands and stood in front of her right in the middle of the altar, he spent the whole moment admiring how beautiful she looked in white.

“Today we are here to witness a union, a true and natural bond that happens to our species…”

Ay papa, if you weren't dead, I'd kill you myself with so much grief - Olivia thought while also admiring Matteo who had cheeks reddened by the cold breeze and hot skin, his pink lips seemed a little flashy at that moment and blended with the With a mischievous face that he never made a point of hiding, Oliva had no idea what was going on in the boy's head, and suddenly a nervousness hit him that he didn't know where it started inside him.

The Omega bites her lips with a certain force, trying to distract herself from all the tension that was spreading inside her and the Alpha fixed her gaze on the girl's mouth covered with a thin layer of coral lipstick that gained reddish tones due to the pressure she applied with his teeth and he felt his mouth go dry as if he had been lost in the desert for several days.

He had wanted her for a long time, and he was finally going to taste her kiss. The taste of her mouth, – He was unable to stop the lewd smile that was growing on her face.

“Omega, Oliva Moore, will you marry the Alpha, Matteo Allen?” The girl woke up from her distraction with the sentence that weighed more than a thousand kilos on her shoulders, the seconds passed slowly while she faced Samuel who gave her confidence standing a little further behind Matteo and then Bradley who also nodded positively.

"I..." Her voice was broken, then cleared her throat briefly, gathered the little courage she had and filled her lungs with air, Oliva closed her eyes and let the words slip through her mouth. "I... I do it."

When she opened her eyes the first thing she saw was the eyes of the alpha gaining a shade of bright ocher yellow, she had never seen Matteo’s eyes in that color and risked believing that they fall better than the natural greens of birth, a nefarious heat spread through her body and she waited impatiently for the judge present to ask the same question to Matteo who had also seemed restless.

"Alpha, Matteo Allen, will you marry Omega Olive Moore?" The contact of the couple’s gaze was unbreakable, the girl was fascinated with the eyes and pheromones coming out of Matteo and smell of cinnamon and hibiscus spread around both, leaving her a little dizzy and felt that she did not reason well, all she wanted was to taste the smell coming into her airways. It was strong and extremely tasty.

"I accept" he says at last and takes a step forward, getting close enough to Oliva that even with the heels on his feet, he still seemed small beside him. She raised her head to face him better and felt her warm breath hitting her face and she felt warmth. A stifling heat, like I haven’t felt in years.

"Then you can kiss Omega"

Oliva felt anesthetized only with the idea of the taste of Matteo’s mouth strolling through his lips, and the alpha was fascinated when she realized that it messed with the girl’s dormant instincts making her have a spike of controllability letting her eyes shine briefly in a blue turquoise for him. Only he realized, and it was for himself. Matteo

never felt more deserving in his whole life than now. He was the winner.

Oliva called him instinctively, maybe she didn’t even realize how it loosened and how the smell of sweet mint was so inviting and numbing to the alpha. Matteo ran one hand across the delicate face of the girl, led his fingers to the hood that wore the throwing back and with the other pulled the waist tightly pasting their bodies generating another

pique of tension almost palpable between the two, And Oliva could not stand that craving that grew more and more in his chest.

An icy breeze passed between the centimeters that separated the two, Oliva had already surrendered the sensations that ran through her veins and nothing mattered to her more than the lips that so longed, but even with closed eyes they never came. The girl opened her eyes to see what was happening and noticed that he had gone away, found Matteo’s face closed, his eyes had returned to normal, his jaw was locked, and his eyebrow furrowed and his nostrils dilated.

And at great cost, he again held Oliva’s face lowering him sharply and kissed his forehead.

What the fuck was that?! — Oliva’s mind screamed in anguish.

After the shuddering silence of the scene, even those who were sitting accompanied by cabin were embarrassed and disappointed with the climate that quickly cooled. Even embarrassed by the clear contempt at the altar, Oliva still had to take the courses her father had planned, still had a celebration.

And as the center of attention, Oliva along with the alpha stood in the middle of the hall to have the honor of the first dance as a couple, and since the 'I accept' hopeful sound of Matteo’s mouth, The alpha had not let out even a simple sigh loud enough that she could hear, he directed a friendly smile at the guests, the waiters, and even to the ground, minus her.

That was being torture.

She had sacrificed herself, agreed to marry a stupid man and besides going through all this, having a rejection in the middle of the celebration was nothing that she imagined had happened. Not coming from Matteo, if there was anyone to intervene with rejection, it was her. What the hell was going on?

If she felt pathetic with her holding hands raised over her shoulder as she stared down the alpha’s face in front of her, the music sounded low and sensual enough to make her uncomfortable with all pairs of eyes on them. When he grabbed her waist tightly and began to lead her according to the melody, Oliva choked on the approaching crumbs, but disguised it very well.

Everything was extremely embarrassing. I had known him for years and now I didn’t even know how to start a simple conversation.

They moved the glued bodies in tune and silence, at a certain moment Matteo moved away and turned her letting slip and tilt the right holding her in his arms. When she stood up, she stared at her cold, irritated eyes, and felt the natural smell of the alpha spread around them both, as dense as a barrier leaving her clumsy.

"I thought I’d kiss myself on that altar..." The words just came out without her even noticing from her mouth and he didn’t even bother with it.

"I wanted to. A lot." He turned her away from him and ran his nose around his uncovered neck, causing slight chills in the girl who could not reason right from the moment she woke up that morning. "But that rotten smell of sex and sperm mixed with hazelnut and wood, they wouldn’t let me. They’d make me puke. I should have taken a longer shower after having sex with my brother." He whispered in his ears.

Oliva, who was too involved with those feelings, felt a shock of reality hit her face strongly like a right punch. Of course, the smell of an alpha would stick to itself for more than 24 hours, it is like a territorial mark and was extremely drunk and refined that did not even remember to be a customary odor.

The cover of the white wolf for being heavy, masked all the odor.

"I..." Oliva had nothing to say.

Matteo turned to her again and stared at her with a feline look.

"It was the last time, Oliva. You are now mine alone and there is no escape from this."