The Alpha’s Arranged Bride

LAVENDER’S POV

I could not help but smile at Caramel’s actions. The intensity of his kiss made me wonder if he had intentions of leaving. I had to break the kiss, but that did not work. Instead, he wrapped his hand around my waist, pulled me closer, and deepened our kiss. I loved how he held and kissed me.

It showed how much he was drawn to me. However, we both knew we had to stop and continue another time as he was needed. He was the Alpha, and obviously, in most activities, they would need him present. If something arose, he would be the first to be called upon.

I adjusted my gown after he left. There was no mirror around, so I had to use the window. This helped me adjust my hair, which was ruffled up a little. I pressed my lips together to give them a touch of color. Once I was all set, I left the classroom, trying as much as possible to act normal.

A few of the teachers called on me the moment I stepped out with a wave. I joined them, and just like the other people, they were impressed with my knowledge of certain things, most of which I learned in the few years I spent in medical school. They had made sure we were diverse and not just focused on human anatomy.

I did not see that knowledge as a big deal and did not think they would be that impressed with it. However, since they were, it warmed my heart as I knew I could speak with them about it and maybe then they could get to know me better and accept me.

I spoke to a few more people and helped myself to a cupcake. My stomach had been growling for a while now. I had ignored it so far, but it was not having it any longer now that there was food lying around. Slowly, I approached the table, picked up a serving plate, and helped myself to a cupcake, taking a little bite from it.

I shut my eyes, humming as the sweet taste hit my taste buds. I didn’t know if it was because I had stayed hungry for a while, but the cupcake tasted so delicious I doubted I would only have one. A few people walked over to the table and helped themselves to the snacks on display. Just as I enjoyed my meal, Rose walked over to me, smiling and waving at the people who acknowledged her.

I ignored her, assuming she was reaching for something on the table beside me. I was about to take another bite of my cupcake when she said, “Are you meant to be eating poor people’s food?”

I frowned, glancing from the cupcake in my hand to her. “There is nothing like poor people’s food,” I said and took another bite from my snack.

“You should try it. It’s superb,” I encouraged her.

She rolled her eyes. “Why would you understand when you are just a human?”

I quickly got offended, but tried to tame it. “What does being human have to do with anything?” I asked, unable to not glare at her.

“Humans are low class, no matter how rich they might seem to be. We wolves are higher compared to your kind. And to be of blue blood is even better. I know you will not get this since you are only a low-life human,” Rose said.

I shook my head in disbelief. “You can never change, can you? You literally just apologized to me days ago and now you are saying this to me.”

She scoffed. “I apologized for slapping you, not for calling a spade a spade. You are human and low class. I just told you what you are. I can’t apologize for that,” she said proudly.

“What do you even want?” I asked.

She smiled, then moved closer to me. Just as she stood beside me, she whispered, “Alpha Caramel, of course.”

I turned to her in disbelief. “If you wanted him, why didn’t you go for him before I came?”

“Alpha Caramel is a little,” she paused, “difficult.”

Why would he not be difficult when she is hovering and claiming him when he is not looking in her direction? I could not imagine this girl. She was older than me by the look of it, but I could still tell how delusional she was, even at her age.

Rose was beautiful. She had a good height, perfect body shape, beautiful long silky hair, and light brown phoenix eyes complemented by her thick, long lashes and well-carved eyebrows. Every man would want to have someone like her as their bride, just at first glance.

The problem was, she was fixated on Caramel. I hate fighting for a man. I have never fought for a man, and even now, I know Caramel is not one to be fought over. If it was, I was sure I would wrestle with over a million ladies trying to win him over, or he might never have come after me in the first place because with how good-looking Caramel was, I could bet if he threw an event for any lady who wants to get married to him, a ton of ladies would attend.

I exhaled. I was hungry and Rose would not play her mind tricks on me again to make me stop eating. She could get someone else to give a headache because I was no longer ready to stress myself over her. Caramel belonged to whoever he chose, and so far, he chose me. As such, I would not fight with her about it.

“Yes, keep quiet because that is all you are good for.” Rose tried to irritate me some more.

Unfortunately for her, I was in too much of a good mood to even react to that. She scoffed. “You think you are high and mighty now? Caramel is way older than you. You both are no fit, and I could guess that is the very reason he is yet to announce you as his Luna to the entire pack,” she threw the words at me.

I stared at her for a minute, some terrible words threatening to leave my lips and get into her ears and maybe her brain, but that would take a lot of effort from me. I shook my head and moved over to a table. This conversation was over for me, but it seemed Rose did not buy that.

Once I took my seat, she came to the table. “Leave Caramel and go back to that poverty-stricken home of yours,” she said.

I took the last bite of my cupcake, and Rose was about to speak again when Caramel walked over to us. Instantly, a smile came to her face, and she lovingly grabbed my arm. “I’m sure you will love that place. They sell the best dresses,” Rose said.

I creased my brows, wondering what place she was talking about suddenly. “What are you two talking about?” Caramel asked as he placed his hands in his pockets.

“Oh, I was just telling her about this nice boutique that recently opened up. I asked her to join me, but she is refusing,” Rose said.

“Why not, Lavender?” Delilah said as she joined our little group. “You know what? Why don’t we all go together?” she added, glancing from me to Rose.

I had no choice now but to nod. “Well, I need to take Lavender away,” Caramel said, passing me his hand.Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

I took it, and he led me up from my chair and out of the little circle. He led me to a hall with most of the adults there. “This is the after-party,” Caramel told me before I could ask.

The designs looked more mature and elegant. The chairs were decorated differently, and there was alcohol. A few of the parents and the school officials were helping themselves to some wine and some chat. I understood that most of us would want to take a break from the little things that were happening at the school event.

The music was turned up with low, melodic music coming out of the speakers. “Would you love to dance?” Caramel asked.

I nodded, and he quickly led me to the dance floor. I was glad to have learned how to dance, or I would have flopped before every eye that was on us right now. Out of the blue, Rose’s words came to mind. I was not meant to take her seriously because I knew she was only trying to hurt me, but it felt a bit true.

“Why didn’t you introduce me as your wife?” I asked.