Torture

chapter twelve

She made her way back to the castle, skipping until she saw us standing by the door. I smirked at her, seeing a curious expression dancing on her features.

"Oh Ophelia I have wonderful news." Ammelia squeeled with excitement, making me roll my eyes.

"We have a question. Aunt Ammelia was wondering if you, by any chance would like a wedding celebration ?" I didn't expect to see anything, a bored expression maybe not interest in this.

But the flash of happiness in which her eyes twinkled with told me otherwise. She looked so happy at the news, a big smile curling on her lips and I'm sure if she could she would clap her hands and dance around with my Aunt.

"Oh that would be wonderful." Her voice seemed like music to my ears. I shook my head, denying the thoughts in my mind.

"If, it's alright with Alpha Nathaniel of course." I jerked my head towards her, noticing the way she still addressed me.

Alpha Nathaniel.

"Ophelia, please just call me Nathaniel." My voice was stern, coming out a bit more cold than I had intended. She simply stared at me, hesitantly nodding before Aunt Ammelia dragged her away in front of him gossiping about the big day.

"I will inform all the Alphas and rest of the family. When shall we set the date ?" Xavier had asked the two ladies walking in front of us. I couldn't help but stare at the silky fabric of Ophelias dress clinging to her body, showing all the best curves.

"Exactly a month from today." Ophelia gasped at her words, before my aunt explained that she didn't need to worry that she will help as much as she can to perfect it.

Ammelia didn't have children of her own, she dedicated her life on raising me that now she considers me her own. So this wedding organisation is like a gift send from heavens to her, making it her responsibility on making this one day special.

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I can't tell how I felt about this wedding, excited most definitely. But Nathaniel seemed rather cool with it all, as if it had no meaning. It definitely wouldn't bother him if a wedding had never happened, after all the mating ceremony is more than enough.

Aunt Ammelia started planning the very next day. Flowers, invitations and even the table decorations. I was new to all this, I had never attended a wedding before so I had no idea whatsoever about anything really.

Ideas were presented to me and all I had to do, was choose the best. I had noticed a change in Nate, he seemed to be around more often.

"Nate your fitting will be two days from now, same as us Ophelia. The closest family will arrive on the morning, be prepared for the presence of many children." I laughed as we sat at the large dinner table.

Nate for once took a place by my side, taking a pause once Ammelia began giving us information. I noticed him turn he's head to me even though her words continued to fill the hall, he's arm resting behind on my chair. I turned my eyes only to catch him already staring, struggling not to let a smile curl on my lips.

He lifted he's hand to rest it of my cheek, leaning into he's touch my eyes fluttering close. The warmth of he's hand radiated off my skin, leaving a burning sensation making my heart ache. It felt strange, different to feel he's touch but I suddenly craved more. He leaned in to me, our noses barely touching leaving a soft kiss on the corner of my lips.

Both of us getting lost in the surprising moment, one I had been secretly longing for hoping there will be more. My hopes were rather too high for this wedding, hoping it will bring nothing but more of love filled moments.