ARTEMISIA

There were a lot of things I would not wish to happen to me. I had made a bucket list full of them.

But, not in my wildest dreams would I have thought I was going to be the bride of the stranger I often fantasize about.

After the first day we had met, which was two years ago, I hadn't seen him again until today.

Yet, it didn't stop me from thinking about him often.

Being wedded to him was nothing like I had imagined.

I had thought him to be a sweet and caring man. Someone that would be my knight in shining armour whenever I was distressed.

Someone that would comfort me whilst wrapping his strong arm around me.

It was absurd!

I should not have thought of all that because I realized now that they were all wishful thinking.

The man beside me, the freaking hunk that the minister had joined with me, was an obnoxious jerk.

He wasn't like the man I had envisaged. Rather, th

ARTEMISIA

I was alone again when Julie left to take care of some stuff.

Although she didn't tell me what it was, I guessed it was about boys.

I had noticed she was staring at one of the guests in a somewhat sexy way and she had excused herself to go attend to him.

I gagged as I imagined what they could be doing right now.

Sighing whilst shaking my head to clear the thoughts of Julie and her maybe newfound sexual partner out of my mind, I sat on the chair quietly whilst observing my surroundings for the first time.

The decoration had been done in my favourite colour which was lavender.

Even though I was a girly girl, I wasn't quite interested in the colour pink.

Rather, I found it overly revolting. At first, it didn't disgust me, until people began to think I was an airhead due to the colour I chose to wear often. Also, the colour of my hair might have contributed to it.

I let in

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I tugged at my tie again as she stepped closer to me.

I clenched my hands into a fist and gritted my teeth as my body began to react to her.

I wanted to get this over with. The ceremony and all. But, the priest and everything seemed slow all of a sudden.

If given the opportunity, I would dart out of the cathedral without a second thought. I didn't care if I would get my mother mad in the process. At least, it would be better than staying next to her.

I was aware werewolves don't control and can't control whom they mate with. Or worst imprint on.

But, I believed I should be able to control mine because I had spent years practising how to control my heightened emotion especially when the full moon was out since I triggered my curse on my eighteenth birthday.

The memory was still fresh in my mind and I was sure it was one of the things I would never forget because it was a part of me now.

"You may kiss the bride."

My head snapped towards the priest as the word slipped out of his mouth.

I glanced at my bride whilst grimacing. She didn't look enthusiastic about kissing me either.

She fidgeted with her lacy veil and her eyes were staring downwards.

I wondered if she was that scared to look at me.

I might be a monster due to my werewolf gene. But, that was only when I shifted.

Even during shifting, I had been told I was the most beautiful Alpha by most of my pack members.

Maybe only the ladies. The guys would never admit it even though it was the truth.

However, Artemisia trying to avoid my gaze seemed ridiculous. Maybe she was shy, I guessed whilst staring at the faint blush dusting her pale cheeks.

My hand reflexively lifted my chin so I could stare into her eyes.

I grunted as I felt a jolt of electricity at the contact.

I heard her gasp as well. I was glad it wasn't only me that felt that way.

"D-do you want to kiss me?" She stuttered.

The question sounded ridiculous and I wondered if I had it in mind to kiss her. My eyes zeroed on her inviting lips and her tongue peeked out to lick them before she blushed again.

I groaned at the slight gesture. It shouldn't be attractive. Possibly, if it was another woman that was before me, I wouldn't find it attractive.

But, Artemisia made everything she did sexy in my eyes. Even so, I believed it would be absurd.

Maybe it was my wolf reacting to her and not me.

"I-I…" She began, trailing off.

I remembered her first question whilst gazing at her.

Was I interested in kissing her?

I was. Her lips were so alluring but tasting it might make me want more.

I didn't know where all the naughty thoughts that were swirling in my head came from, but I knew I needed to adhere to the word of the priest. Also, I desire to get out of the hall before I do something outrageous.

I heard her inhale deeply as my head dipped.

I chuckled whilst staring at her. "You needn't hold your breath because I am not kissing you."

"I wouldn't want to be kissed by you either." She responded almost immediately.

"Feisty…" I mumbled. Then covered her face with my hands before kissing the corner of her lips.

The crowd whooped and whistled as I lifted my head.

As soon as the minister pronounced us married, I stared at her blushing face.

"This isn't happening." She muttered, over again whilst shaking her head.

I saw her grimaced as she pinched her arm. She stared at me glaring.

"Oh, darling. Sorry to burst your bubble, but it's already happening." I grinned. "You are mine."

"Nothing is happening between us after this. We are not even living under the same roof." She hissed whilst staying towards the exit, leaving me to stride after her.

I gripped her hand, tugging her to me as I got closer.

"I don't intend to be under the same roof as well because staring at you alone irks me thoughtless of being next to you. Also, don't try to defy me, darling, you might get hurt." I whispered the last sentence into her ear.

I didn't know why I added that part. But, it felt nice to let her know she belonged to me and I wouldn't tolerate any defiance from her.

She glared at me but didn't say anything.

She released her hand from mine as soon as we got outside. I watched her saunter towards where some guests were sitting.

I let out a deep breath whilst tugging at my tie. I could breathe freely now. Even though a whiff of her scent was around where I stood, it was better than when she was next to me.


ARTEMISIA

There were a lot of things I would not wish to happen to me. I had made a bucket list full of them.

But, not in my wildest dreams would I have thought I was going to be the bride of the stranger I often fantasize about.

After the first day we had met, which was two years ago, I hadn't seen him again until today.

Yet, it didn't stop me from thinking about him often.

Being wedded to him was nothing like I had imagined.

I had thought him to be a sweet and caring man. Someone that would be my knight in shining armour whenever I was distressed.

Someone that would comfort me whilst wrapping his strong arm around me.

It was absurd!

I should not have thought of all that because I realized now that they were all wishful thinking.

The man beside me, the freaking hunk that the minister had joined with me, was an obnoxious jerk.

He wasn't like the man I had envisaged. Rather, the opposite.

Although he hadn't made a lot of nasty comments, with the ones I had heard him say, I w

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