The Alpha’s Arranged Bride

LAVENDER’S POV

Blood oath? The confusion was visibly written on my face. How does a blood oath have anything to do with him calling me his wife? Was that some kind of way to make me his wife? Why are wolves so strange? I expected him to say, why don’t we get married but he instead said this.

I opened my mouth to speak, but I knew no words to use, as I was confused. Maybe I had heard wrong. I attempted to speak again, but then Caramel spoke. “I know it’s not something you are used to, but it’s to bind us together,” he told me, which proves I heard him correctly.

“Why must we be bound together? Do you think I would run away?” I quickly threw the question at him.

I was here now. I could not possibly run even if I wanted to do so. This was miles away from my home. I have never come to Canada before and doubted anyone would let me leave. I am literally bound here. I was sure the only reason I was allowed to go to town earlier today was because of the guards that joined us.

They were silent, but that did not mean they were not watching my every move. Moreover, by not making any attempts to leave does not prove that I’m on for all that was happening here so long as I was not treated badly. I had so much to say, but before I could spill it, Caramel spoke, “I’m not saying that. Werewolves are bound to their mates forever,” he explained.

“I’m not your mate, am I?” I asked him, curiosity in my eyes.

I thought werewolves were mated to werewolves. I was human and I do not feel any sort of way to make me think otherwise. “You are not,” he answered, “But I’m allowed to pick one for myself. Someone that I have fallen in love with and wants to spend the rest of my days with.”

“You just met me, there’s no way you have fallen in love with me,” I told him, acting oblivious to the countless feelings I have been shown since I came to this pack and started to get to know him.

“For some people, they can’t, but I do and I have. I have fallen in love with you for a very long time now,” he confessed, staring into my eyes.

“I’m not saying this, so you would be obligated to love me back. No, I won’t force you to do that. All I want from you is to accept me and be my wife,” he said.

I pondered for some time while looking away from him. He still held me close, not minding that I might say no to him. My mind wondered if it was going to be bad to do that with him. What if he makes things difficult for me later on? That thought replayed in my heart, but I brushed it off as I remembered all the few times we spent together.

Aside from two things that make me want to think he is bad for me, like agreeing to get married to me without my consent and now revealing to me that he is a werewolf, I see no other thing wrong with him. “I’ll do it,” I finally told him.

He looked at me with a bright smile on his face. “Really?” He asked, and I nodded, replicating his smile.

He adjusted me so I could sit facing the side. He took hold of my hand and glanced from my hand back to my face. “It’s going to hurt just a little,” he informed me, and I nodded.

His canines came into view. My heart thudded in my heart as he moved his teeth closer to my thumb. I shut my eyes briefly as I felt his teeth sink into my skin, making me hiss. I opened my eyes a minute later and watched him repeat the same with his thumb.

Once his thumb was successfully bleeding, he retracted his canines and then turned to me. “Repeat after me,” he told me, and I nodded.

“I, Caramel Moon,” he said.

“I, Lavender Flint”

“Promise to be bound to you, Lavender Flint.”

I paused, scared of this line. I didn’t know what edge this was driving at and it scared me so much. What does it mean for us to be bound? Maybe I should have asked before proceeding to do this. I stared at my bleeding thumb for some time before raising my head to meet his eyes.

Those eyes that have been nothing but calm and gentle. His green eyes were one of the many things I loved about his body, followed by his lips. I quickly averted my gaze as I said the words, “Promise to be bound to you, Caramel Moon.”

“For the rest of our days and for the other lives to come,” he spoke, not minding that I took my time to repeat his last words.

“For the rest of our days and for the other lives to come,” I repeated.

He then led my thumb into his lips, wiping off every blood that remained. I knew I had to do the same since he did it but I could only take in a little, which he did not mind. It made him chuckle instead. “You don’t like blood?” he commented while making me relax on his chest with my back.

“No, I’ve never done that before.” I gave him the honest truth.

But thinking about it deeply, if I indeed did that with someone else before now, does not mean we would be bound to each other forever. “That benefits me then. I have you all to myself,” he said and began tickling me.

“No, no, no,” I said, barely able to contain myself.

Quickly, I got up and ran some distance away from me. “I’m going to catch you. You know that, right?” He teased and being the stubborn girl I was, I flipped my hair and told him, “I want to see you try.”

The moment he moved, I giggled, running away. “You cannot run away for long,” I heard him say as I hide behind a tree.

I stood behind the tree for a minute to catch my breath before taking a peek to see where he was. The moment I did that, I retracted immediately as he was almost looking in my direction. I heard him coming closer. “Gotcha” he screamed, but I had gotten out of there.Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

He turned to me, and I raised my brows at me. “I told you. I’m faster.” I teased.

In a twinkle of an eye, he was no longer standing beside the tree but in front of me. It made me gasp in shock. Another minute and I had my back to the tree, eyes on him as he smiled at me, pinching my cheeks lightly.

“You look cute when you smile. Can you do it often?” He requested.

“So long as you don’t make me upset, then yes,” I teased him before he brought his thumb to my lips lining them.

The look in his eyes shut me up, swallowing lightly. He was so drawn to my lips and I was to his. My eyes slowly fluttered close as his lips got to mine, taking every inch to have a taste of me properly. I parted my lips, and he got in easily, my tongue welcoming him.

I threw my hand around his neck, pulling him closer, then he pulled away. He uttered the words, “Put on the lingerie for me,” in a seductive tone.