It bore a tunnel in her heart where nothing but roots of anxiety and anticipation grew. She rubbed her palms warm failing to suppress the trembling limbs. The window in the alpha's chambers flashed a piercing white against the darkness of the night, as the lightning preceded the thunder.
Quickly, Snow clasped her palms on both ears shielding the roar of the sky. Thunder terrified her. At the particular moment, everything seemed to terrify her, there was the storm, then her new home. Even the corners of the spacious room where light from the salt lamps did not reach made her fear the silent eyes watching her from beneath the black abyss.
Finally, she sighed a helpless mewl, as her wedding night came. Still, she was unsure what she feared more. The unknown made her stomach churn.
Just as the Selection concluded with her being chosen as the house alpha's new mate. Her sisters were escorted back to the carriages with no time to waste. She could not stomach the conditions they were put through going home in the middle of a storm.
The four, including her ecstatic father were escorted as she was urged to his alpha's chambers. No goodbyes were exchanged as she was led to a bathroom where her skin was scrubbed clean. She could feel the skin on her arms sting. It was as if they were stripping whoever she was off.
Her new handmaids braided her hair. The dark curly locks rebelled at their new form, leaving strands of loose waves down her neck. Her lips were brushed with rouge. The pigment made her look more alive. More pink stain was rubbed on the peaks of her breasts. She was embarrassed to expose the stiff mounds.
Lavender oil adorned the corners of her jaw bone marking where the alpha's canines will be. Without a single covering to ease her from the cold, she was tasked to sit and wait on the alpha's bed. It was big enough to fit a crowd of people. This made her feel even more isolated as she patiently sat at the center bringing the thick soft blanket to warm her chest.
Another pang of thunder distracted her from her thoughts as her hands trembled beside her temples. Her eyelids now closed shut.
She could not bear any more of this. Her eyes started to tear up.
"Does the thunder bother you, little bird?"
The familiar scent woke ever fiber of Snow's body as she intently listened to his voice. His voice rasped, breathy, honeyed and almost guttural made every inch of her body tingle. There he stood before the bed, still in his ripped dark trousers with a knee propped on the elevated mattress.
Snow failed to answer as her gaze stuck at the curves of his shoulders, the sharp edges of his jaw down to the veins on his arms. She looked away as she took a glimpse of the furrows below his stomach where his manhood hid.
She heard a chuckle as the alpha shook his head.
"Answer me, when I talk to you." This time his voice felt enraged.
Snow manages as a nod and affirmed her alpha's orders.
"Good, little bird." The nickname made her skin warm. She held the thick blanket still on her chest concealing the stiff mounds from his vision. Then, without warning, she felt the fabric tug from her fingers. Trembling, her hands failed her as the blanket now lay below her folded knees. All she was hiding now served in front of him to see.
He crossed the hallways treading back to his quarters.
It has been hours since he has consumed his mate. He snapped his neck and rubbed it against his palm. He could not bear to resist her scent. She was still in heat. But he had to leave her so he could grant her rest.
Just as soon as he left her, he marched towards the woods and took on his wolf form. He took off for a run to cast his mind away from her. But as he grew far from her, her scent haunted him. In utter surrender, he walked back to the Burnwood house with the fiery need for her.
His heart was pounding against his chest as he paced faster towards his burning mate.
Finally reaching the comfort of his chambers, there he gazed at her bare body, pale as the last snow in winter. His body was now atop her. He smirked at what he would do to her.
He held on to both her knees, spread the limbs apart and started licking where her thighs met. He tasted iron in his tongue pleased to have been his mate's first predator. He sucked on the warm, sleek folds.
This will be the first and the last night he will show her affection. Now that he has proven to his house that he is capable of abiding to this arranged bond. He has no use for her any longer. His manhood stiffened as he inhaled her every scent. He sucked harder as he heard her cries once again.
Lifting his head, wide green eyes met his as he continued his task.
What he could not understand though, was the brief moment he shared with her at the selection. One look in her eyes, sent him a series of visions, making love to her was one. Feeding her, bathing her, mounting her, bearing children with her were some of the others.
With Sophia still rooted in his heart, his chest felt a pang of guilt with the betrayal of his lover.
She will hear of this marriage soon.
And the last thing he could not put a finger on was how the beast in him wanted this whimpering girl before him. He immediately has an inclination towards her energy. Moving with it despite how opposite, they both are.
He positioned her ready to accept him. She obeyed as she lay still. Freeing his manhood lose, her eyes widened at the sight of him. Without a word he thrust into her again, sending her pleas and cries for the entire Burnwood house to hear.