Fated Or Doomed

Tux Fitting

He lets out a gentle smile but growing up together I knew better. He shakes his head. As if to rewire his brain. "Just forget it man. Its the average. I just want to go back to work. Even if it mean shopping." He gets up to admire himself. But it was a ploy. He tries to smile through the pain but his lips won't curl up to prove it.

I got up from my seat. And put a hand over his shoulder. Making him turn to face me. "Mason." I started. "If it won't for you. None of this would be happening. And bro. You are not my best man for one day. Nor are you just a fucking Beta half the time. You are, and always will be my brother until my dying day. I couldn't function without you. I go to you for every aspect of my life. I follow your lead and trust your instincts. And fuck trying to prove to your mate or anyone. You're fucking Mason. You may not get what that means. But it's a high standard."

I wrap my arms around his neck to pull him close. And he tries to peel me off. "There's no one else that hasn't done the unthinkable. You outrank ever single wolf. You are a better man than me." Giving him a tight squeeze. He grabs hold of my hand. "The time will come. She, he, whom ever. Will be damn lucky to fucking have you. I know damn right I am." I turn quick to grab our glass of whiskey. "Heres to my right hand man in life. Crib to Pyre man."

"Crib to Pyre." He repeats.

We cheers and swag our drunks back. Giving each other a hug embrace. Mason lay his chin on my shoulder. Letting himself feel a bit better now. I just have to check up on him.

"Sometimes." He clear his throat. "I miss the old times. Like us going out and stuff."

"Man we can still do those shit. Hey!" I pour us another glass. "Lets set it up. Hell I'm getting married man!" I raise my glass to chug.

"Yeah you are. But." His face went long. And I scowl softly at him.

"But what?"

"Are you willing to still go out with me and the boys like before?" He asked.

"Of course. What you think Elizabeth gonna tell me no and I won't go." I claim.

He shakes his head with a side-eye. "I know damn well she'll beat you."

"More like the other way around." I wink at him. Mason roll his eyes.

"No but I meant. Will Liv be fine if you go out clubbing with us. Even the back door like before?" He widen his eyes. And I knew what he meant. "You know a good show and all."

I run the back my head. Clicking my tongue. "Yeah that. You'll have to talk to your sister." Mason chuckle as he makes a fake whipping sound. "But we can still head out. I'm sure the girls won't mind dancing and drinking. It takes the stress off."

"Yeah. We'll see Mr. Whip man." He mocks.

I shove him. Only making him make fun of me more. I don't defend, as I don't care. I adore my mate. Showering her in anyway she desires. I do anything out of full respect for her. She is our world. But hey, seeing Mason joke around and laugh is good. So I let him be.

Soon, we finish our fitting. Now we wait for the final call. The tailors say it won't take long. So I hope I can grab them before Snooping Elizabeth tries to see. I want to surprise her on the days of. And her rings. I can't wait to place either one on her. One for our marriage and the other for her rightful place next to me as my forever Luna.

Mason calls Gamma to check in. They're still shopping. They inform us of their last switch right now. So we head to the next floor up to meet them. Hoping they will be done soon. Their fitting store was larger than ours. They held the top designers there. They're an all star glam store.

I sniff around to smell Elizabeth's scent. But it was mix with so many other things. She had walked all over this place. But it leads us near the right side. A sign saying Dressing Room too my lead. We walk far off from the bridal side. Which made me believe she already got that out the way.

"Woof. Can't wait to see her walk down the aisle to us. We take her hand. We say our special vows. Place the rings and kiss her. Woof!!!"

Malcolm twirls in circles, letting out long howls in excitement. Thinking of the day we finally get to see her walk down the aisle in the most amazing dress. Seeing her float down to us. It was a dream I never thought I would wanted most in my life. I didn't care for any of these things until I met her. But I find myself in likings. I put some input and seeing her face light up, only makes me happy. I honesty thought I might had to look for a Luna myself. But she came at a perfect time. Meaning we have more years to go. As I walk closer and closer to her scent. I grew more thrill for the day. The day I call Elizabeth Marshall my wife.

"Elizabeth Armani." Malcolm recorrects me.

"Excuse me? Can I help you gentlemen?" An employee ask us.

"We're looking for 3 women." Mason tells her.

"Ms. Marshall's party?" She say with a grin. We nod. And she walks us to the girls.

We find Connie and Sarah talking their heads off. And right away you can tell they're a bit drunk. They throw their heads back while holding a glass of champagne.

"Ms. Marshall herself is in the back dressing room." She nudge to the back.

Mason jumps over the couch to spook the girls who shouted and hits Mason. He covers his face in defense. Laying backwards with his head at the end, he smiles mischief at the girls. They seem to still be done, I assume. They weren't in their dresses or being fitted. I only hope they had finish and not mess around and drink. This can be a sign that a night out clubbing can be good for us all one day. Beside this, It has already been hours. I want to go home.

I sneak my way to the back. Following the sweet smell of roasted hazel nut that drives us insane. Walking in a room fill with cubbies cover over with large curtain. I head towards the one I hear her voice. She giggles. Filling my excitement.

"Hold still. I'm gonna remove the zipper from your dress." An unknown male voice says.

"Ah. Your hands are freezing." Her giggles yelp my fury more. Conforming he was touching her nude body.

Right away my rage hits sky rocked. And yank the curtain to her fitting room open. Seeing him undressing her with a grin. And she just smiles at the pure sight of us. Noticing my fury she tilts her head and my attention goes to him. Cutting slits.

"Travis no!"