MARRIED TO THE VAMPIRE(ONHOLD)

Chapter 1.2

Blu said she would go through the motions. Until her father determined those motions proved successful. But would compliance then see her back at the compound? That was not her ultimate goal. More like convincing herself.

"It's time," Bree said.

The faery hugged her from behind, snuggling her cheek on Blu's bare shoulder. Her violet-and-blue wings tickled along Blu's arm, warm with tenderness.

"You look gorgeous, honey. There's not a wolf in the house who won't shed tears over losing you."

"You think?" Female werewolves were rare. Which was why this whole arranged-marriage thing was expected to mean so much and be the catalyst to bringing the two nations together. If the wolves could sacrifice one of their females to marry a vampire, then they could surely stand back and allow peace to reign. Peace was a long time coming, she had to admit. For decades, probably centuries, the two nations had been at odds. The vampires were the cruelest; they'd hunted and slaughtered her breed without mercy.

And what were the vampires sacrificing? Nothing, as far as Blu was concerned. Sure, this man she was to marry was some revered vampire lady who belonged to Nava, one of the oldest tribes around.

She was called an elder, and there were supposedly but a handful of her ilk walking the earth. That meant little.

Only that she was old. Old, old, old.

"Chin up," Bree whispered.

"It is." Blu lifted her chin and turned to her friend.

"How do I look? I may attract all the male wolves but do you think I can bring a longtooth to her knees?"

"You're going to have to quit using that word. I don't think it'll go over so well with the new wife ."

"Whatever. Longtooth, bloodsucker, flesh-pricker." It felt good to rattle off the epithets one last time.

"So do I pass muster?" Bree shimmied her gaze over the tight black sheath Blu wore.

Her bridal shroud, Blu had named it. She'd had it specially designed.

It plunged low in the front, clinging and only covering half her high, full breasts. The black silk was slit high on both thighs, clasped at her hips with tiny rhinestone chains.

The back... well, there was no back. It plunged to her derriere, and revealed the intricate tattoo her lover-former lover, she amended- had etched into her flesh along her spine.

Ryan had claimed her as his own after her father had grudgingly agreed to consider their engagement.

As the pack's scion, Ryan was the next in line as principal should Blu's father die.

But Amandus thought himself immortal. No whelp was going to wrench away his command. That had been a year ago.

Amandus had reneged on their engagement when presented with a grander, more delicious proposal.

Her lover had been shattered , but that hadn't kept them apart.

They had been together 24/ 7 until two days ago when Amandus had sent Ridge to retrieve Blu from Ryan's home.

"Do you think Ryan will ever have me again?" she asked Bree.

"Of course he will."

"But I'll be tainted. I'll smell like nasty longtooth."

"I thought you weren't going to let the vampire touch you?"

Blu lowered her lashes and looked aside. Her reflection in the night-dark window pouted.

A/N: I'm sorry i've been able to update early.I have been busy with so many school work. but promise to try and update quick.

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