Alpha's Sex Slave

NINE

Wedding, marriage I guess you could say is a fancier way of saying bond. Fiancé, husband, and wife is also another way of saying mate in human terms and not in wolf terms.

We don't spend a lot of time in the human world we like to stay isolated. I guess that's why no one knows we exists. I mean they write books and make movies about us, but there all "myths and legends." The movies tell stories that make us look terrifying or they write about vampires and werewolf's. We all know that vampires don't exists.

Ever since the witch and vampire killings in the late 1800s we decided to hide and let the world be cruel to it self and not to us.

We don't come in contact with many humans and when we do they don't do anything at least when we're in their forms. But when they do spot us in our natural state the shot us and sell our fur or stuff us and make us into cute decorations for their homes.

But here we are Mason, Crystal, Paul and I walking the streets of Tacoma, Washington. Lyle stayed behind along with other lycans to "keep watch." I had asked Lyle to join us but he said no. Pain in his eyes told me everything before his words. We left soon after Crystal and Paul hand in hand. Mason didn't touch me. Not after what had happened three days ago.

He was mad at me. Not because I killed but because I didn't tell him or warn him that I was leaving. He seemed disgusted. He had told me that night that killings and revenge where meant for men not women. He called me a savage then went off to bed. He didn't even care if I was hurt.

He gazes at me every now and then but he doesn't touch me. He wants to I can tell, but a part of him was being very carful. He finally sighs and let his guard down and takes my hand with his. He leans in close and whispers lightly into my ear, "I'm sorry, I love you. Sometimes I can't even stay mad at you." I giggle and push him playfully. He wraps his arms around me as Crystal points to a wedding dress boutique called "White Occasion."

We walk in and before Mason and Paul could enter she stops them, "There's a Men's Wearhouse down the street. Bye!" She walks away smiling with pride as Mason and Paul stand there motionless. She turns around and shoos them away.

Once Crystal and I walk inside a tall bright lady with long blonde hair walks up to us, "Hello ladies I'm Sarah! Who's the lucky bride?" Crystal smiles politely and points at me

 "Guilty" I say sarcastically.

Sarah nods her head and smiles, "Right this way please." She leads us into an open room. Each corner has a single row of dresses. Crystal sits down in one of the arm chairs as a tall man brings her a glass of wine.

"Okay so what are you kind of looking for?" Sarah asked as we walked to the right corner.

"Um well it's going to be outside. So something lace and long but with an amazing sweetheart."

Sarah nods and grabs three dresses, "Okay let's try these on and move on from there."

We head into one of the dressing rooms and I strip into my bra and panties. The dresses are all beautiful but one catches my eye. It was the last one hanging on the hanger waiting to be fitted just like the other two.

Sarah begins to talk and soon her clear words became whispers. I pull out the last one. The dress is all lace from head to toe. The sweetheart is amazing and it has a slight on the left stopping at the waist. The train is beautiful and may I add not that long.

"It's this one." I say cutting of Sarah who was still talking.

"Um okay well lets try it."

I nod as I easily slip into the dress. My boobs look amazing and my leg is another story. I'm skinny yet busty. I walk silently out. Crystal stands up, "This is the one."