Chapter 3:
When we got back to my house, my uncle stayed and helped me prepare dinner, we decided to make a lemon and garlic chicken roast. Simple, but delicious. While that was baking he took me upstair to help me get ready. Told me something about needing my face to match my dress.
I love my uncle but he can get carried away with me and make-up.
He dragged me into the bathroom, my whines of protest falling against deaf ears. Sat me on the toilet and began the torture.
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Okay maybe it wasn't as bad as I thought. I was standing in front of the mirror with my dress on, it didn't take him long as half my makeup was already on. He added more mascara, so eyeshadow and contour, highlight, blush, and filled my eyebrows slightly.
I looked like a whole new person, but still me. I wasn't even sure this was possible.
He put my hair up in a bun with a braid twisted up the side, and puffed it out making it look slightly messy, but perfect.
He left after taking photos mumbling how I was his proudest achievement, and framing it in his office, and his home. Honestly I don't know what I would do without him.
I snap out of it when I hear the front door opening, and voices following it. I go down stairs not slowing down when I turn the corner, and BAM I ran into someone.
Please don't be real, please don't be real. I looked up and I saw the most beautiful face I have ever seen. He had hazel eyes but they swirled with excitement. I was frozen, staring at this beautiful man when the smell hit me. I closed my eyes and breathed in a heavenly scent, it smelt like trees after rainfall and mint chocolate.
I was snapped away when a hand grabbed my arm roughly, and a growl. I look at the person grabbing me and it was my dad, glaring at me with hateful eyes. I whimper and looked down, bowing my head as a sign of respect.
We both snap our heads to the delicious smelling mystery man when he starts growling, pulling me into his arms.
"Mine." He says looking at my dad with a predatory look. Ready to pounce if needed too.
Than a thought suddenly hit me. This is my mate. I found my mate.
A smile breaks across my face and I look up to him, in all his glory. Than my smile is quickly gone when I hear my Alpha Jack clear his throat.
"Well this has been interesting," his eyes darting between the two males in the room glaring at each other, both daring the other to make a move, "why don't we sit down and eat this delightful looking meal. It sure smells good."
My mate calms down and I shift my eyes over to him, to find him already staring at me.
I'm sure my face is tomato red, we head to the table and he sits me next to him. John and Alpha Jack are across from us and Richard is sitting on the end, next to me.
All the men grab their food and I wait. Staring at John, waiting to see if I'm able to eat yet, no knowing how to go about this dinner party.
I hear my mate, "aren't you going to eat?" I look over at him, and than look to my dad. I don't know what to do!
"She doesn't really like to eat dinner, not her favorite meal time." John speaks up.
I look at him, I thought I was finally going to eat but I guess not. "Well she's way too skinny, I think you should eat." I hear my mate say, as he starts putting dish after dish on my plate. They weren't large portions, but enough to make it a healthy meal.
I look over at my dad and he's giving me a death stare. "N-no that's alright, I ate a big lunch I-i'm not too hungry." My mate looks surprised and than pleased. I realized this is the first time I've spoken all night.
