Chapter 5

• Jessie stopped on the landing of the second floor, contemplating about running. She even pushed at the window, then pretended to be hot and fan at her face, when someone glanced at her.
• "How far would I get? If these people were really wolves, they would catch up to me."
• Jessie closed her eyes, thinking that her dad wouldn't be so stupid to marry her off to their mortal enemies. Then again, in his drunk state, he would.
• Jessie's pulse quickens. After all she had heard about werewolves, she was so scared to marry one. They are very territorial, temperamental, vicious and lived in packs, where everyone shared the same house.
• The man following behind Jessie coughed to cover up a laugh. She glanced over her shoulder to see what was funny, then wondered if she had farted.
• She paused to ask him what he found funny, but thought against it.
• Jessie walked onward to her doom, not knowing what awaited her on the other side of the enormous double doors.
• Peter, who was now dressed in an old brown tuxedo, with his hair as greasy as ever, was waiting for Jessie at the door leading out to the garden. He had on a fake smile on his face and a bruised eye.
• 'Sever you right for hitting me.' Jessie wanted to say.
• He has finally met someone that hits back, and harder too.
• Ignoring his hand, Jessie checked out her reflection in the stained glass. But with his temper, Peter grabbed a hold of Jessie's elbow and she pulled away.
• "Will you stop, it's my wedding day and all you are doing is hurting me.'' Jessie exclaimed, hoping the guard will come beat on him some more. Sadly, he was nowhere behind her anymore.
• The only persons present were ones she didn't know and presumed to be her bride's maids.
• "Pull a stunt like that again,'' her father balled his fist and brought it up to her face.
• Jessie flinched away from him, thinking that he would have hit her again.
• No one in our presence tried to stop his threats or even seemed to care.
• ''Now smile, everyone will be watching.'' He whispered.
• Jessie looked around, trying to find Kimmy in the crowd of faces, but to no avail, she couldn't. Jessie almost hung her head, but remembered that she was getting married today and had to at least act happy.
• Where are you Kimberly? Jessie thought.
• She was the only solid foundation Jessie had right now. Well, at least until she leaves.
• The bridesmaids looked almost sorry for Jessie, but there were others that looked envious. Wishing they were in her position, wearing her dress and walking down the aisle. Which she would be glad to give to them. I had no interest in my wedding.
• "Who were even these people?" Jessie looked around, trying to access the faces, who all gave her nasty looks.
• Suddenly Kimberly leaped out of nowhere with tears in her eyes, launching herself at Jessie with her arms tight around her shoulders as she whispered.
• "Jessica, listen to me. You're going to be fine. Keep in contact with me, just to let me know you are still alive. They call him Alpha for a reason. You might not like it, so I won't say. Find that out on your own.’’
• Jessie nodded, but she already knew why, she had figured it out from upstairs.
• Jessie tried to speak to her, but by then someone was prying Kimmy off Jessie. Despite them trying their hardest to hold on to each other, their grip loosens.
• They were eventually torn apart. Jessie and her favourite sister, probably to never see each other again.
• "Goodbye, is not forever. I'm sure we'll see each other again. I promise!'' Kimmy smiled.
• And with that, they threw her out because they did not invite her to begin with. Neither were their parents, but the groom was only trying to make Jessie happy. Too bad he didn't know the heartache he had caused.
• "Maybe this will be for the best. I'll never see my ignorant father or my dim-witted mother again." Jessie thought, glancing at her father.
• The doors to the outside finally opened. Jessie could see people sitting on both sides of the aisle as her bridal party stepped out, pairing with men unfamiliar to her.
• The place was still and silent, so much so that you can cut the tension with a knife.
• Peter turned towards Jessie, ''you bet not mess this up...'' he didn't finish the statement, he didn't have to. Just the threat is his voice was enough. He then plastered on a huge fake smile and they walked out.
• ''This is it.''
• Jessie couldn't take all the hateful stares she got from the bride's maids, the groom's men, or from everyone around her. Some stood at attention to welcome her arrival, while the others turned up their noses in displeasure.
• Jessie kept her head low, staring at the flower petals that littered the pink silk carpet. She tried her best to walk as gracefully as possible.
• The music stopped the moment she reached the end of the aisle. Not even noticing until my Peter gave her hand one last squeeze, maybe out of warning or out of luck. Either way, he left Jessie there to stand with everyone else.
• ''This is it."
• With her head low, Jessie accepted the out-stretched hand that was covered in tattoos, and twice the size of her own, but surprisingly, it was gentle.
• She glanced up coldly with big grey eyes meeting impassively blue vibrant eyes. Her breathing hitched in my throat. She never expected it to be such a handsome fellow.
• Even though she wasn't expecting to get anything in the looks department, one thing she had learnt from Uni, never to trust a face because looks can be deceiving.
• But she instantly fell for his looks, from his strong jawline, down to his shoulder-length blonde hair that rested on bulging muscles. His straight nose and even his ear piercings had her going.
• So here Jessie was, already fallen for a man because of his looks and not his personality. He could be a Mafia for crying out loud and with those tattoos, who's to tell.
• His naturally red, pouty lips part as he stared at her. His pink tongue slowly drifted out as he licked them, possibly from greed or from dryness.
• Despite his brooding, Jessie could see a hint of playfulness in his eyes. But she won't let it fool her, not after the way how his nostrils flared as if he was sizing her up to see the woman she was.
• Jessie held her head high with a huff, and he chuckled.
• He could laugh all he wanted, because Jessie was not planning on giving in so easily and she'll make it as hard as possible for him. There was no way she was going to give in to this union. She didn't care who this man was, or how handsome he was.
• "Are there any vows?'' The pastor asked.
• "No.'' The man before Jessie said.
• They didn't write vows to each other, seeing that they have never met before until now. All they did was repeat after the bold-headed man dressed in red.
• To have and to hold.
• For better or for worst.
• In sickness and in health.
• Until death does us part.
• Not meaning a single word that came out of her mouth, Jessie frowned as he repeated the same thing.
• So deep in thought, thinking about what her life would become now that she was about to get married. She missed all the other bits, but that one word brought her back to the now.
• "You may kiss the bride.''
• Jessie pulled away from his lips.
• Thinking that it wasn't so bad.
• A small smile played on her now husband's lips as he gazed into her eyes.
• This wasn't how she dreamt of my wedding day.
• Then again, who's to say if she would have got married in the future.
• "Well, Mrs Stoll, shall we?'