The Alpha’s Arranged Bride

ALPHA CARAMEL’S POV

I found her actions amusing. I had just arrived in the study after training some new recruits, one of my favorite activities. Despite having taken a bath, I decided to remain shirtless. After all, no one came into my study room without my consent, and she was so cute about it.

I had to trick her into turning around again but was still shirtless because I felt that if she saw it again, she wouldn’t be as concerned about it. Now, I was happy that she did not worry about me being half-naked, but then she was worried about my meat.

I could not help the chuckle that left my throat on hearing her words. Yes, most humans don’t take raw meat or they could fall sick. I was not human. Our human-like appearance as werewolves allowed us to somewhat control our animal instincts at times.

However, we still need to use our sharp teeth for something good, don’t we? So here I was enjoying my meat when my wife chose to tell me not to, thinking I was making a jab at her cooking skills. I would gladly eat and finish any meal she cooked, no matter how poorly it turned out, solely because she was the one who cooked it.

I then told her the truth. “I am a werewolf” was the simple and short truth.

She looked at me for a second with surprise arched all over her face. The plate she held quickly left her hand as the shock drove through her body. She scanned my face, wondering if I was telling the truth or not. I could see a little acceptance and then it shifted to disagreement.

“I don’t believe you,” she finally spoke.All content is © N0velDrama.Org.

I stood up, making her move a step back. With a smile on my face, I pitched her lips lightly, causing her no pain. “I am,” I calmly told her.

I really needed her to accept me for who I am. I had completely forgotten Joanna did not tell her everything about me, just the bad side; I was to get married to her which she had no choice. It was my fault for not telling her all this while.

I waited patiently for her to speak, even though I had been waiting for more than five minutes now. All she did was stare at me. “Prove it,” she finally spoke.

Without hesitation, I nodded. “Come,” I said, intertwining my hands in hers.

I picked up my shirt, and while we headed out, I put it on. I led her out of the building and into the woods. I noticed she was getting frightened as the sun was slowly making way for the moon to take the stand. “I’m here. You don’t have to worry,” I reassured her, and she nodded, calming down a bit.

When we got to a good spot, I stopped, and she looked at me, surprised, as though not expecting that we would stop. “Don’t get scared, okay?” I had to tell her. “I would never hurt you.”

A great percentage of humans tend to get scared of werewolves in their true form. I just needed to make sure that she was aware that I was not going to hurt her. She nodded, which made me take several steps away from her. Transforming wasn’t a tedious task as long as you knew what you were doing.

In a matter of seconds, I was on all fours, letting her see Steel, my wolf, in his full form.

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LAVENDER’S POV

I took a step back as he finally transformed in front of me. His wolf had brown fur and did not fail to keep those green eyes that captivated me all the time. I stared into Caramel’s eyes. The wind around us did his fur good as he moved them beautifully in front of me.

Now I understood. Mum, as always, told me things about werewolf’s existence and living in a clan-like form, but I find it hard to believe since I never came in contact with one in the city so I felt it was myth. She had told me I was betrothed to him when I was not born. That was a long time ago, yet he still looked as though he was in his late twenties. He looked just too young to be so. But with this, it all came together. That had to be it.

He moved closer to me, and I was so close to taking several steps back, but I remained glued to where I stood, my heart thudding in my chest. I could still remember him telling me he would not hurt me, but I was scared out of my wits.

He transformed back to his human form before my eyes, and even though he was back to what I was used to, my heart still pounded in my chest for a couple of minutes. He held my hand. “You’ll get used to it,” he said with a smile.

He then took a seat on the grass that was scattered all around the ground in a beautiful pattern. “Sit,” he invited me to join him.

I was still shocked by what I had seen and was a little scared, but even at that, I felt myself moving closer to him. It felt like all that was part of him, but he was still in control. He was still the same Caramel that even though he took me away from what I knew, he was not too bad and has not treated me badly since I came here.

Before I could take a sit, he pulled me and placed me in his middle. My cheeks turned red almost immediately. “Why did you do that?” I managed to ask him, moving some strands of my hair to the back of my hair nervously.

“What? This?” He asked and moved me even closer.

My cheeks turned redder, and I found myself loving the position. Caramel’s hand stayed wrapped around me and then moved to my waist. I raised my head to look around. I had not noticed it earlier, but this place was beautiful.

“It’s beautiful,” I vocally expressed my thoughts.

“If you wish, I can bring you here all the time,” Caramel said, placing his chin on my shoulder slightly.

“You will?” I asked, excited but pondering if that was possible.

I had not been here long, but I knew Caramel was a busy man. He was their Alpha, and he had a lot to take care of. Whether he wasn’t assisting people or conversing with the sentinels, he was always occupied.

“This place isn’t so bad,” I confessed, my gaze dropping to my hand.

“Well, except…” I paused, then turned to look at him. “Would they hurt me?” I asked, fear in my heart.

I know Caramel would not. We’d been alone for some time and he had not posed any threat, but I was still scared. “I’ve heard myths that werewolves do not like humans, and maybe that’s why Mitchel refused to listen to me when I told her to return the lingerie she bought for me,” I told him.

He locked eyes with me as he spoke. “No one will hurt you. We don’t hate humans, just that some of them are scared of us and think we would harm them when, in fact, we won’t. As for Mitchel, I asked her to get them. That’s why she could not return them.”

My eyes widened in shock. So that was why she left earlier to take a phone call. I shook my head. “Why? I don’t like it,” I told him.

“You are my wife and I’ll like to see you looking pretty for me.”

“You call me your wife when we aren’t even married. Why?”

“Because…” he paused. “Fine then. Let’s take the blood oath.”