Bonded

One

The next couple of weeks after my dad told me I would be marrying a complete stranger were a blur.

I didn't want anything to do with my wedding, I had given my mother the green light, and it looked like she was having a lot of fun planning my wedding.

Wedding. My wedding.

I still haven't even seen the groom. Not even once. The situation looked like it was straight out of a really messed up romance novel.

My best friend Lily, who is nineteen years old just like me, told me that when she attended the yearly all packs celebration, you can start attending when you turn the age of eighteen, she saw him. Lucas King. My soon to be husband. My soon to be mate.

It was devastating.
I had been so excited to go since I turned eighteen in November, one month before my first celebration. I was lucky.

But, then my luck turned into ashes when I had severely gotten the flu. Yes, we supernatural beings can still get sick, although it'll only last a day, we would still get things like a common cold or a fever.

It sucked. The one day that I was waiting for all year, had to be that once in a year common flu sickness day. It was unfair. More so because the next year that I attended, he wasn't there. Lily said she knew he wasn't there; everybody would've felt his powerful aura, everybody would've stared at whatever direction he would be at. Nobody did.

Lily described him to me, in great detail, if I do say so myself.

He had dark brown hair, the deepest pair of blue eyes she had ever seen, like the ocean she said. He was also very tall and fit. You could practically see his muscles through his suit, she had explained in even greater detail. When she saw him, she had almost melted into a puddle, he was that handsome.

Lily said I was very lucky. Very lucky indeed.

I didn't feel lucky. Although she was my best friend, I resented her for that comment. How would she feel if she was marrying some stranger, that rumor has it, has never spoke any kind words to anyone. I think she wouldn't be happy.

Of course when she said it, I had merely smiled, more out of politeness then anything. I just wasn't the type of girl to speak my mind out.

I sighed and looked around the dressing room I was in.
According to my mom, this was the best thing about your wedding. Picking out a dress. How painfully exciting.

I didn't even want to pick out a dress, which is why I am in this dressing room, waiting for my mom to throw yet another puffy, and way too revealing wedding dress.

You must entice your mate, Rose.

It sickened me how she had said it with a smile on her face.

"Rose? Are you decent?" My mother called out from the other side of the wooden door of the dressing room.

"Yes, mom." I said softly.

My mother opened the design room and in her hands was yet another wedding dress.

"Try this one sweetie. I'm sure this is the one. It matches the color scheme and everything." She smiles excitedly.

I nod and smile a small smile. Mostly to please her.

She smiles back hugely and walks out, closing the door behind her.