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Chapter 38 (Unedited)
Soren's POV
"Stop it," She giggled. Her adorable face leveled and provided me a seemingly threatening scowl, but honestly she looked more like an adorable puppy. "Soren, I'm serious. STOP. It"
Luck for me she couldn't keep that frown any longer. The grin that lifted her pink lips made her warning oh-so unconvincing.
I continued my assault on my new bride's gorgeous behind. She grabbed my wrist and inclined my hand to the small of her back.
"People are watching..." She blushed, whispering under my chin.
I snickered, my neck allowing her a place to hide her flushed checks. She smelt utterly delicious and I swelled at the fact that she was finally mine; not only by fate, but by marital right.
"You are so utterly beautiful," I said in a hush, making her overlook her act of defense on her rather soft tosh. Despite the loud music werewolves could still here my flirty small talk if I wasn't carful.
Our bodies swayed to the music as everyone else danced around us. Peyton had her father daughter dance with Alpha Ivan and to all wolves in attendance; it was utter shock when the stone faced ice Alpha pulled off some major ballroom dance moves with his mate.
"May I cut in?" Derrick asked tapping the back of my shoulder.
No. "Sure" I replied, moving aside and offering my beautiful bride a chance to dance with her cousin. "She's mine after this dance." I reminded him.
He snorted. "Isn't she always?" Cocky mutt.
Peyton smirked. Her eyes twinkled in amusement and I couldn't help winking at her.
Derrick groaned. "Can you two please save this for later? I just want to enjoy one last dance before you taint her innocent mind."
Peyton gasped and slapped him over the chest. I burst out laughing and Derrick and I shared a small bro to bro high five that only meant amusement for us wolves.
"Fine, I'll give you two dances with my wife, but that's it!"
"You can do whatever you want with her after," He wiggled his eye brows suggestively making me respond with equal amusement.
"You two are just gross." Peyton glared at us both.
"You need to stop thinking in the gutter, Cuz" Derrick teased.
I added my own tease. "Then why'd you marry me, babe?"
"Arranged Marriage?" Good one. My girl is fine.
"Just remind yourself that when I continue pampering you."
She stuck her pink tongue at me as I walked away smirking.
Derrick whispered something to her that made her laugh. I wonder what it was...I'll probably tickle it out of her later.
"How's married life son?" The recognizable strong grip on my shoulder pulled me backwards as he gave me an awkward back hug.
"A dream come true," I replied sarcastically, craning my head to see dad's face covered in a ridiculous looking masquerade mask. "Dad, what the heck are you wearing in my wedding? This isn't a costume party! Take that off or leave and find a freaking remote party across the continent."
Despite the mask, I saw him roll his eyes. "What a mean thing to say to you creator, without me you wouldn't have been born boy! This is a mask worn by the groom's father. I have to wear it Soren; it's family tradition."
Before I had the chance, Mom came up from behind him and slapped him from behind the head. "Don't you dare embarrass him the way your dad did on out wedding. Off with it this instant Jeremy or it will be going in the fire!"
"But sweetheart, it's tradition!" Dad complained, whimpering at her like a kid that lost his left shoe.
"Traditions are for the ancient times, Jer. Don't make us look as old as we are, for goodness sake. My baby is finally married and a man!" She wailed.
"And what was I before a woman?" I crossed my arms at her, feeling appalled over my pride as a male.
"I meant you grew up from a boy to man! Shesh, don't be touchy. You should be comforting your mother, who's suffering from a mid-life crisis!" Tears began to form on her eye docks.
"Oh-mother!" I mean, literally. "Mom you are not facing a mid-life crises!"
She balled her hands and tilted her head back to stop the tears. Oh, God...here we go.
"Sweetie, it's okay. Your Jer Bear is here!" Dad circled around her waving his hands around like spirit fingers.
She grabbed his collar and pulled him to her height, "Shut up."
"Yes dear," Dad gulped. His mask dropped and he bolted as soon as she let go yelling, "I'll be dancing with my new daughter now!"
"Oh-no—
Mom clamped her palm over my mouth before I could stop him. I saw him take Peyton out of Derrick's arms and he bowed respectively at her before he took her gently in her arms. Peyton smiled joylessly and appeared to enjoy dad's antics.
As if noticing me looking at her she smirked and tip-toed over to give my old man a peck on the check. This surprised the both of us when dad picked her up from her waist and twirled her in crazy circles across the floor.
I took a step forward.
"Soren, your father won't break her." I looked at my mom pathetically.
It was kind of hard to believe that.
"You know your dad; he can be comical and serious at times depending on the occasion and being it your wedding. He's finally above blowing in happiness that you are finally truly happy."
For a second I contemplated what mom said and relaxed.
"Yeah, you're right"
"Aren't I always?" She smirked.
I took the base of my thumb and whipped the dry tear stain on her check. "You look gorgeously hot mom, don't ruin your make-up."
She gleamed at me and laughed, "How did I raise such a suck up?"
"It takes a genius and since dad isn't that, then it must be you."
She shook her head, "Still full of jokes."
Alpha Ivan stepped forward onto the dance floor again. Mom and I expected him to bust out with more moves, but instead he cut in on my dad's frisky jerking and stole his daughter who looked like she appreciated the save.
"Looks like I better hide now, your father doesn't seem to be done with dancing and I don't want to be his next choke hold." She ran towards the table were my guys sat. The boys seemed to be having a great time socializing with some of the Istas women.
Behind them, I saw Ash leaning herself on someone or rather making out with a guy.
She didn't bring a guy...
I looked over at Peyton and saw her still dancing with her dad. I turned towards my in-laws and saw Alpha Ashley trying to take a bottle of wine out of Sam's hands. Ashton, Sam's mate looked like he was having a hard time controlling hid drunken woman.
Poor guy, he had a lot in his hands in the future. The fates must really want to torture him by tying him up with such a reckless she-wolf.
The other Istas sisters were dancing with their dates on the dance floor, engrossed with the music to realize their youngest sister was practically playing tonsil tennis with some twerp.
Maybe I should start acting like the brother-in-law.
I walked over sneakily behind the two misfits.
"Hi little sis—
The identity of the twerp almost made me choke on air.
"CORREY?"
"Oh-shit," The both of them said with swollen lips.
You got that right...
I turned around and looked around if anyone else noticed.
"I'm going to pretend I didn't see this and walk away. BUT, I will not let this slide." I pointed my index finger at them.
Great, I graduated from brother-in-law to father in a few minutes.
"YOLO!" A annoying squeal echoed throughout the reception and then a painful screech came from the microphone. A giggle ensued before it replied with an amused, "opps."
"What the hell." I said under breath.
I stared up at the stage and saw Sam wrestling the microphone with the DJ.
"Let go lady," The DJ fought.
"I'm not old, jerk," in her drunken stupor she pushed the DJ out of the stage and he was saved by the gathered crowd.
"Hello people!" She squealed and swayed in place.
Peyton stood below her in front of the stage extending her hands as if ready to catch her stupid elder sister. Ashton got up on stage and tried to pick her up from around her waist, hauling her over his shoulder.
"Hold on babe, I still need to do my Maid of Honor duties and present a remarkable speech!" She kicked him across the stomach and he slowly pulled her carefully on the floor before doubling over in pain. Alpha Ashley was there immediately concerning over him.
"OH-SHIT SORRY BABE, you know I didn't mean that right?" She asked hiccupping every few words.
He held up a thumbs up without looking at her and Alpha Ashley rolled him off the stage with the help of her husband.
Sam cleared her throat right before almost gagging. The crowed steeped back and with the half-conscious wave of her hand she parted the crowd like the red sea before walking off the stage and the middle of the dance floor with the microphone at hand.
"As I was saying..." She smiled.
With inhuman speed, I stood next to Peyton and grabbed her hand as if it were the last moment of our wedding to last.
"She's going to swear like a drunken sailor, I just know it!" Peyton wailed.
"We should have kept her in the limo." Tay said next to us with her date.