The Alpha’s Arranged Bride

ALPHA CARAMEL’S POVText property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

I stared at Mum’s back as she left my study. I hated when she acted like this. She was a seer in my father’s time, but the role was passed on to another after her retirement. However, I knew she still had her senses, which were quite sharp. It was good mostly when I needed it, but then there was a problem. She always fails to clarify her intentions, which poses a problem.

I do not know if that was how it worked, but I hated it. It makes one question things that he or she is not meant to question. Everyone asks for clarity, but she never gives them, until the last minute, which can be frustrating most of the time.

I loved her, but I hated the secretive or unclear nature of her words sometimes. She certainly did not mean that there was something wrong with Lavender literally, right? I questioned myself. I shook my head at that. This was not the time for this.

I wouldn’t doubt it. I was certain nothing was amiss with my Lavender. I observed her for years. I didn’t act impulsively. I was deliberate in my observations. I was cautious to avoid any missteps. I would have known something was wrong with her if something was actually wrong with her.

I would never have gone after her, brought her to this pack, and even made the oath with her if I noticed anything off. I was that detailed in what I was doing. I would not be intending to make her my Luna if she was not good enough. I do not know what to make of her words right now. My love for her would have never been able to blind me into doing something that would harm my pack. Or would it?

I drove my hand into my hair as I tried to shove those questions aside. I could not let her words get to me. I’m sure she meant something else. After all, she accepted her. Why would Mum say that after she said she had accepted her? I sighed and placed my back on my chair’s backrest, rubbing my right index and thumb together as I stared at the door.

I was slowly giving myself a headache the more I thought about this. I shook my head after a few minutes, not wanting to cloud my head with anything bad about Lavender. Her beautiful smile came to mind, and it quickly eradicated any negative thoughts I had.

My Lavender was perfect and there was nothing wrong with her. I told myself as I sat back up, trying to get some work done. Unfortunately, I had to refuse some people from entering the pack. Their motive was not clear, and they had nothing to back them up.

I checked other files that had been lying around for some time now. A few hours later, I was called down for dinner. Halfway to get to the dining table, I headed to Lavender’s room. I was quick to leave my room, so I believe she must still be in her room or at least stepping out to get to the dining room.

I knocked once and turned the knob, not waiting for her to usher me in or not. I did not mind if I saw her naked, standing in the middle of the room. She was my wife, after all. When I got in, she was drying up her hair. She smiled, seeing me at the door, then returned her gaze to the mirror. “I’ll be done in a minute,” she said while I approached.

“Why didn’t you tell the maids to help you with your hair?” I asked, placing a kiss on her collarbone, and then on her lips.

“I didn’t see the need to. I can handle it. It’s really simple to do. No need to stress the maids about it,” she said with a shrug.

I stared at her for a minute, tilting my head to the side. “Let me help,” I told her, giving her my hand to take the blow dryer from her.

She glanced at me, then returned her gaze to the mirror. “I can handle it, really,” she smiled.

“I know you can. I just want to help my wife with her hair. Is that wrong?” I asked, and she shook her head.

“Then let me,” I added.

She reluctantly handed over the blow dryer and the comb to me. Her cheeks instantly turned red as she raised her gaze to have a look at me. I always loved it when I made her blush. She looked very cute.

Her gaze locked with mine, but she quickly dropped her gaze to her hand. It had been a while since I did anyone’s hair, not even mine. But I wanted to relieve her a little. My full attention was on her hair as I slowly made sure every part of it was dried. Once dry, I combed it out with a brush before driving my hand into it, gently massaging her head as I did so.

She shut her eyes briefly, enjoying the sensation of my fingers on her head. She hummed lightly, but instantly made it cease. Since she loved it, I took more time to get it done. “All done,” I said, and she fluttered her eyes open.

Her eyes landed on me first before they came to her now smooth and dry hair. She stood up and turned around with a smile, her cheeks still burning red. “Do you like it?” I asked.

“Thank you,” she nodded, not meeting my gaze.

I raised her chin, meeting her eyes. “Why do you avoid looking at me?” I inquired. “Am I intimidating?”

I knew very few people could meet my gaze. As their Alpha, it was a sign of respect. Even those who tried could not hold my gaze, no matter how close we were. I knew Lavender respected me, but I was still uneasy that she couldn’t hold eye contact with me for more than a minute.

Sometimes, I had a serious expression because of the activities I needed to carry out and because of an act of superiority on my part. It had slowly turned into something I did naturally, but I knew to always try to drop it when I was around her, or so I thought. What kind of husband would I be if she feared me or felt intimidated around me?

I do not have an issue with her locking eyes with me. In fact, I loved it. I got to see her beautiful grey eyes for as long as I wanted. “Do I scare you?” I asked, squinting my eyes at her.

Her eyes widened as she raised her head, but it dropped almost immediately before she shook her head. “So what is it, then?” I asked, ready to listen to what she wanted to say.

She smiled but said nothing to me. I carried her, making her sit on her dressing table, and made sure her eyes were on me. “I’m your husband, Lavender. You don’t have to be scared of me for any reason,” I said firmly, trying to make her see how serious I was.

“I know,” she said meekly.

It was then I noticed how light the gown she had on was. I could feel her skin, like it was exactly what I was touching. “Are these part of what Mitchel got?” I asked, barely able to hide the lust in my voice.

She could do nothing, and I would be turned on by it. She hummed lightly with a nod while my hand moved up her back. I took my lips to hers, pulling her close so I could have more access to her body. I drove my fingers to her thick and smooth lap.

I kissed her jawline, then trailed a kiss to her collarbone and finally to her breast. I trailed another kiss back to her lips before pulling away. “We need to get some food,” I said.

She bit the side of her lips, then nodded before trying to get off the table. However, I bent over slightly and carried her off the table, bridal style. The look of surprise on her face made me smile before I headed for the door.