Marrying Her Alpha

Ch. 5: The wedding

It was the wedding day.

I still couldn't believe that in a matter of hours I would be Almec's wife.

To say that a dream that I had since I was a child was coming true would be a lie because, honestly, getting married had never been in my plans until I met Almec. He had that ability to make me want things I would never have thought of.

"Ready for the big moment?" Khalia asked me, getting inside my room.

I jumped a little in surprise, grabbing the bathroom door to keep me from falling.

"At least let me know you're coming in, you almost scared me to death." I looked at the large cloth bag she was carrying in her arms. "Is that what I think it is?"

"If you're thinking about the dress then you're right. Mrs. Sanders finished all the little changes just in time." She hung the dress on the wall next to the mirror and removed the fabric that covered it. "Do you need my help to put it on? Please say yes, I already feel replaced because Almec wanted a professional stylist. Are the hairstyles and makeup that I do for you that ugly?"

"Yes, you can help me with the dress. And no, you always make me look beautiful, but Almec is a little nervous and he wanted to hire the best in everything," I told her, before giving her a hug. "You know how he gets when he wants everything to be perfect. I'm even prepared to comfort him when the smallest detail of the wedding goes wrong."

"I bet he'll panic if one of the centerpieces has one flower missing," she joked. "That's why he has you, to calm him down. And thank the goddess because I was horrible at that job, instead of helping him I always made him feel worse."

"It's his way of feeling that he's helping us, that's why he likes everything to be perfect." I smiled when I thought of Almec, the time being apart from him was starting to affect me.

"Are you missing him already?" Khalia asked me, taking the dress off the hanger.

"A whole day apart feels like an eternity after having been together for so long," I confessed, undressing. "I'm starting to hate who came up with this tradition."

"They must be dead, the traditions of this pack are too old." Khalia finished adjusting the tail of the dress and stood in front of me to see how it looked on me. "You look beautiful, you're going to make me cry."

And she wasn't the only one who was emotional. When I looked at my reflection in the mirror I almost ran out of breath. The dress was exactly what I wanted, with an imperial skirt and v-neckline with lace. My favorite part was the sleeves that had little flowers embroidered on them.

"I can't believe it's really happening," I said, with tears in my eyes.

"No, no, no," Khalia told me, putting her hand on my shoulder. "Don't start crying now that the stylist is about to arrive."

As if Khalia could see the future, someone knocked on the door as soon as she finished speaking.

"See? I told you," she commented, but in the end, she was wrong. "Princess?"

My sister pushed the door Khalia was holding and entered without even greeting her. Instead, she ran towards me with her hands hidden behind her back.

"Hello, for you too," Khalia told her, following her.

"I can't talk to you now, I have a mission to fulfill." Faustina sounded really serious which made her look adorable.

"Is it more important than saying hello to me?" Khalia insisted.

"Of course." Faustina stood in front of me and smiled at me. "Miss Valentina, I have a gift to give you from our alpha. Please close your eyes."

I did what she asked knowing that my sister was not going to give up.