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His Werewolf Bride (Hatchet & ScarlettRose)

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It was supposed to be the happiest day of her life. However Layla Dorian was far from happy. In fact she was utterly miserable. She had always been a caged wolf but for the first time in her life she felt utterly and hopelessly trapped. Pact politics had little to do with her except that she must obey blindly and she had done her whole life. This, however, was an impossible situation. Yet Layla was adamant she'd be in control the very view things she could.

Like her wedding dress. It was far from traditional. Well, in the western sense of a wedding dress. But there was another part of her. Tonight, she wore a sheer sari, beautiful and intricate. She nuzzled her pet cat Wigglesworth as she stood in front of a full length mirror and stared at herself. All the bruises and scars left by the pact on her skin had been covered up. She looked perfectly bride worthy. What did it say about her, that today, the day she was being married off against her will and she did not even have a tear to shed for herself.

However, the sad fact was, Layla had learned a long time ago that tears were futile and did not touch the cold heart of her father. This night she was to be wed to a creature she was brought up to despise. She shivered at the thought of fangs and blood and how utterly hideous her husband to be would be. For Layla had not set eyes on him once yet and would not until she was walking down the isle towards him. And then there were all those who would be there with their eyes on her. Judging, scrutinizing, no doubt some would feel sorry for her and others would think she was getting what she deserved. All in the name of peace.

Layla laughed bitterly, if only they knew the truth. This farce was to be the undoing of them all. She had been promised her freedom after she played her part. Something she had only dreamed of before this. Of course, even that freedom was tainted. As long as she was not bitten she could return to the pact when this was all over and she would be married to the man who would take over after her father was ready to step down. At least as the mate of the next Alpha she would not be passed around. That was as much as she had to look forward to.

Putting Wigglesworth in a cage, he would be coming with her. The door to her room opened without a knock. It was her father. Ready to walk her down the isle and to meet the creature she would shortly be calling husband. A slight panic rose up her throat and she managed to choke out the words. "Is there no way I-I can not do this father . . . Please." The pleading in her voice would to little to change his heart but she had to try at least. How could he possible expect her to marry a bloodsucking Vampire?!
 
Nile was about as pissed as she was due to the entire situation. He said 'no' until it lost all meaning, the council threatening him that if he did not comply he would be kicked from his chair. He knew that the council played part in regulating supernatural power, wanting to make everyone hold hands and sing kumbaya together but Nile wanted no part of it.

The ceremony was small, it was only a few individuals mostly to say that it truly happened, as Nile stood at the alter, straightening his tie and glared at the council member who was to ordain them.

"Just remember, Lord Landon, you harm her and we will remove you faster than you can kill." The member said, glaring at the younger vampire.

"Surely this is a joke. You're a vampire such as I and you're marrying me to a dog."

"Not all vampires hate werewolves and vice versa. Its not like it hasn't happened before. You'll do fine. Not to mention you'll probably end up ignoring her." The elder muttered, knowing Nile incredibly well, having been comrades with his parents before their untimely death. But sadly he did not share the same purge drive that Nile had.

--

When the ceremony started, and she saw him face to face as he looked down at her, he was gorgeous, a god among men but that look of disdain across his face as his eyes narrowed at her, he wasn't pleased about this as well. The look in his eyes were a warning, if she screwed this up for the both of them there would be dire consequences. All he simply wanted to do was get back and finish real work, all this seemed to be a scheduling conflict with him, as that was how he treated life.
 
Her pleading had all been for naught. On deaf ears it had fell as she had been dragged along to meet her destiny. Her hand quivered visibly in her father's as she stumbled down the isle. This was really happening. She was going to marry this man. Even from the back he looked large and strong. He stood tall and strong. His stance radiated pure power. Layla felt an innate need to cower. Somehow her curiosity kept her from the act.

As she came to stand by him, for the first time eve Layla Dorian set eyes on the man who in a short while would be her legal husband. She expected to see something grotesque and queer. She was completely stunned when her eyes fell upon his face. Was there ever a man more perfect or handsome? For a moment she was certain this was not the man who she was supposed to wed but then as he looked down on her she saw that clear look of disdain in his eyes for her.

Layla stiffened and looked away from him, straightening her neck and relaxing her shoulders. She wasn't about to let some filthy vampire look down her. If anything she should look down on him. She maybe worth little in her pack but in the scheme of things she was still above a blood sucking vampire. She held onto the lily's in her hands tighter. She didn't want to touch him or take his hand. It felt like she was being sentenced to death that's exactly why she had chosen the official funeral flower for her wedding. Gazing over her shoulder Layla's golden hazel eyes scanned the small crowd. Not a friendly face in sight. They were all expectant and clearly eager to send her to her death.
 
As they were both wed, neither needed vows as this was no religious ceremony of coarse, Nile did at one point have to take her hand, his touch oddly soft as he slipped the ring on, allowing her to do the same though his skin was chilled.

Once the marriage was set, there was no after party, a vampire serf bowing to Layla when she entered the doorway to the outside. "Lady Layla, I shall be escorting you to the manor, Lord Nile has some business he must attend to therefore he will be arriving later in the evening." At least the vampires had a little bit of class, it seemed Nile laid down the law when it came to treating his new wife as she was in fact in high standing at his side.

--

It was very late, the servants allowing her to roam the castle, showing her where the necessities were but did not show her the west wing. "Well er...You see....Lord Nile will expla-"

"You will have your own wing in the manor." His dark voice cut through the halls, Nile stepping in from the outside, cocking a dark umber brow at her. "Lets skip the formalities. We do not want to be married to one another, no need to sugarcoat it. I could see how disgusted you were with me and I you." He said, the servants bowing and exited the room as he moved up the stairs gracefully, looking down at her with indifference. "But I'm sure we will make it work."
 
The ceremony was a whirlwind even in its simplicity. There was no confetti. No congratulations. No after part. The transaction was complete. And Layla was bound to this creature of nightmares for who knew how long?

She had clue what to expect but there was respite and she could not have been more glad when her husband was gone instantly after the ceremony. Layla was left in the hands of a servant. Yet she was more than a little surprised at the respect granted to her and . . . She had a title now. She was a Lady.

Clearly her husband was a powerful man but Layla had no idea exactly how powerful and then there was the fact he wasn’t bad to look at all. That of course didn’t make him any less of a blood sucking leech.

She was left with an open mouth when she was brought to an incredible castle. She had never seen the likes in her life. The compound she grew up in was more like a batchelor pad.

Vary, she followed the servant. Wigglesworth’s cage in her hand. As the servant spoke she pulled her cat out of its cage and nuzzled it close to her like an infant. Her only friend and comfort. Layla gasped as a voice emerged from the shadows. Revealing that incredible person. Her husband. She recalled the cool feel of his skin in her hand. She hadn’t wanted to touch him but what choice had she had?

She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She, had a whole wing to herself?! A whole wing of this enormous castle?! Still she looked upon him with distrust as he continued.

“Make this work . . .” She repeated slowly then stiffened knowing she’d have to step her foot down right from the start. “You’re right. Clearly you are replusive. I promise to stay out of your way and you stay away from me and we’ll be just fine.” What more could he want? “IF you even try to bite me I’ll claw out your fangs.” She said but it wasn’t as convincing as she believed she sounded. She was a whisp of a girl. Fragile, thin, breakable. That was, until the full moon . . . “Do you understand?”
 
He stepped closer, not liking her tone. He was unhappy and tired with the entire situation, as he closed his eyes before opening them again as they stared down at her, what was usually a rusty brownish red were now bright.

"Calm yourself and show me some respect. And I will show you the same. Do not make me wish harm upon you." He said lowly before his eyes flicked down to the cat in her arms as his eyes dulled once more they almost brightened in emotions. "Oh...I love cats..." He murmured, lightly taking it from her, scratching under the little beast's chin for a long moment before handing it back to her, though his gaze hardened once more.

"I have provided you with a room you will be required to use due to full moons. Good night." He said and turned, stepping away from her as he moved to enter his wing.
 
Layla took a reflexive step back as he moved towards her. She was frightened to the core. His voice velvet but coarse. The look of a submissive and beaten wolf was in her eyes. She was scared of a blow or worse. At least with the pack she knew what to expect. Knew how each Were would treat her. Which one would punch and which would just handle he roughly but here she was in unknown territory.

She gasped as he took Wigglesworth worth out of her hands. Her protest dying on her lips as she watched him stroke her cat. His threat holding weight over her.

When he left she breathed a sigh of relief and scampered into her room. Locking it shut behind her befor collapsing on the large four poster bed and sobbing her heart out. And sobbing she fell into a restless sleep still in her wedding attire. Knowing there was no escape.

The full moon was two weeks away. She feared what would happen then. Female Weres were different from their male counterparts. She only hoped this farce would be over by then.
 
They did not see each other for quite a time, Nile still doing his work and ignoring her. There was no wedding night, no honeymoon, nothing. Though he was sure if he even spoke of it she would object and perhaps as she put it...Clawed his fangs out.

Grimacing at his paperwork with the thought however, "such barbaric, savage creatures..." With a sigh, he pulled back and looked outside seeing the moon was close to full. Frowning, he was unsure how to handle a wolf in transformation, he never witnessed it forced and hoped that the metal box of a room was strong enough to detain her. He had done his research, from the wolves he talked too it seemed like enough. Though Nile had it upgraded to a stronger metal for extra precautions.

He could not afford to be injured, not with Amelia having a newfound mate and Donder's pack growing in numbers by the day.

Sighing, he removed himself from his study and left to the dining room for dinner, lost in his thoughts on the way as he usually was.
 
Though this was far from idle, this new life of hers was something incredibly freeing. No one bothered. Especially her husband who she hadn’t laid eyes on since their wedding night. Not that she was complaining.

Slowly she had ventured out of her room and explored a new part of the castle every day. It was so vast, it was endless and so decadent and beautiful. It was like she was transported to medieval Europe. The castle was littered with servants who all bowed and scraped whenever she passed them and who constantly enquirer about her comfort and what she’d like to eat. It was something Layla was not used to at all.

Yet, there was this constant unsettling feeling that something was waiting to pop out from around the corner and ruin this new found freedom. Plus the moon was almost full. She recalled her husband mentioning some room for the full moon but she would not be contained.

The wolf wasn’t the problem. It was the Were that was the problem and she would be fierce and looking for a mate. It was something so instinctual she could not override it no matter how much she’d want to. The Were would want to play. And rough rough at that. Then she would want to mate and then once she’d mated she’d shift fully. The female Were was far more dangerous. However that was a problem for another night.

With Wigglesworth in her arms, Layla found herself in a great library with a toasty hearth burning.

“Hello?” She called out just to make sure the room was unoccupied before she made herself comfortable on the lush velvet cover couch with a good book and Wigglesworth playing by the fire.
 
Having snacked, he was off to the library before bed, a simply ritual he acquired in his youth. Opening the door quietly, he snagged a book from the shelves and moved to his armchair. The servants were dismissed from the room as he never liked feeling watched, even if they were nothing more than furniture if his family was concerned.

Moving around to sit, he blinked and stared at what occupied his couch where he enjoyed to lounge every now and then. Slowly his eyes narrowed unsure how to handle this situation with his wife...Of a forced marriage...That he hadn't seen in forever.

"...Good evening." He said sitting in his armchair, snapping his fingers as the remaining servant rushed to get his master's evening tea. "I trust you've made yourself as comfortable as you can?"
 
Layla snapped up from her lounging position at the sound of that chilled tone. She hadn’t even heard him come him, let alone seen him take a seat across from her. Bad wolf!

Layla berrated herself internally as she cautiously peered across at the man that was her husband. She had forgotten how stroking he was.

Her gaze shifted to Wigglesworth to scampered over to the intruder and jumped up onto his lap. Layla’s gaze narrowed on her feline friend. Traitor!
She grudgingly thought.

She slowly half closed the book in her hand. “I-that is,” she cleared her throat, demanding herself to grow a spine. “I’m quite comfortable yes, thank you.”

As comfortable as I can be with you here, she thought to herself and instantly felt guilty. Truly, for a blood sucking leech he had not treated her badly at all. She had never been treated with this much respect even with her own kind. Yet she felt awkward. For a long period there was only silence and it was raising her anxiety.

“I-I hope I haven’t inconvenienced you in anyway, that is I could leave if you prefer?”
 
He simply nodded at the answer about her comfort. He wasn't really one to harm a woman...Unless they were a lying traitor such as a certain lover of a certain werewolf...But now he at least considered her a bit of an equal...Just a bit. Layla didn't have control over his clan in any way but at least he could make her comfortable. The ruling part would all be up to him just as he enjoyed it to be.

Smirking, he set down his book as he stroked the cat's soft fur, scratching under his chin once more, the man even seeming to purr lightly as well enjoying the cat's affection towards him as he answered her. "You may stay if you wish. It's up to you, but the cat stays here." He said enjoying himself, scratching behind Wigglesworth's ears and neck.

The servant came back setting down a small platter of tea and after dinner cakes, Nile enjoying his sweets as he glanced at her, "if you stay you may help yourself to tea, I won't bother you." He said before turning his attention back to the animal in his lap.
 
“The cat is mine.” She found herself saying firmly. She wasn’t about to leave her baby with him. She could come back and he could have drained Wigglesworth dry for all she knew!

“No I’ll stay thank you.” She replied. Her eyes flickering to the tea. Yes did sound nice but it was too close to him and she wasn’t going to ask.

For a long moment she just stared at him playing with her pet. It surprised her that such a creature could have affection for something like a cat but then again they were similar creatures.

Both cats and vampires were regal beasts. Both could cut you apart if you bothered them when they didn’t want to be bothered. She smiled to herself at her comparison of the two before her expression became more serious and she asked him something she wanted to know for a while now.

“Why are you . . . Being so nice to me?”
 
At some point, Wigglesworth became bored with Nile and knowing how cats were he respected the cat's personal space and allowed him to jump down and curl up with his rightful owner. Pouring himself a cup with sugar and cream he leaned back looking incredibly sophisticated in his armchair, his book still resting on the arm of the seat.

"Hm...You are my wife...Forced or not you are still my wife. I don't mistreat people who also understand my pain. Neither one of us wanted to be wed yet we were, and I would rather not punish someone who didn't want to be here in the first place. But if you want me to be mean to you I'm sure I could work something out." He said, somewhat teasing, as his rusty eyes flicked to her, setting his tea back on its little cup platter.

"Also I had a business agreement with your father. He will no longer slaughter my kind and help stop other similar activities while we are wed. I'd like to think of it as a good part to my people."
 
Layla stared at him as he spoke with an open mouth. She no doubt looked ridiculous but she couldn’t believe how civil this Vampire sounded.

She growled lowly at first at his teasing not realising he wasn’t serious until Shen caught the look in his eyes and she calmed down. She wasn’t used to that either, teasing.

“I was always brought up to believe your kind as . . . Unkind and cruel and especially you-“ Ahe stopped speaking and looked down. She had never laid eyes on him before their wedding day but she had heard plenty about him, especially after it was decided they would marry and none of it good and most of it horrific.

“You’re nothing like I imagined.” She confessed and then scoffed at his last statement. But then she realised he had no idea about her father’s plan and became quite once again and focused on petting Wigglesworth.

Again silence stretched on before Layla remembered something. “I don’t want to be locked away on the full moon. I mean, I just want to be outside. You have acres of land. I need to be out there.”
 
"That is because we are." Nile purred lightly, he enjoyed ruling with fear and everything she heard was undoubtedly true but unlike other nobles he did not hide it. He was powerful, and when someone was as powerful as he he did not see any reason to lie. "As I stated before, you are my wife, therefore you do not see the brunt and brute of how vampires really can be when toyed with." Nile stated taking another sip of tea and set the cup back onto the tray.

"I'm sure if you catch me dealing with a failed...Business partner....I will look exactly how you imagined. So perhaps you should be a tad more cautious of what side of the incredibly fine line you are on." He warned her, showing her he was not to be messed with, as for the subject of the moon.

Rolling his eyes, he let out a snort. "You sure do require a lot of extra requirements don't you? Very well." He said and leaned over glaring at her with his eyes that vicious bright red, "mark my words however, my dear wife. But the minute you break anything or hurt anyone tied to me you will be locked in that room during full moons. I will not have anything destroyed. I was simply told by other werewolves that it was precautionary measures. Do not. Make me take precautionary measures if you go wild. Understand?"
 
Layla growled. “You know nothing about me or what happens to me on full moons so before you go get advice from lame Were’s maybe you should get your facts right!” She snapped uncharacteristicly.

The change was ordeal enough, he need not at pressure onto it. The last thing she wanted was to cause trouble. All she wanted was to get through this so she could have what her father promised her.

“I won’t hurt anyone or anything.” Layla sighed looking miserable as she played with the pages of her book. “You have my word.” Though she doubted that would mean anything to him.

Her Were was least likely to harm anyone. The only one who would be in danger would be her lover and only if he couldn’t handle the toughness of her Were’s foreplay. She hated this . . .
 
"Don't. Raise your voice at me, Layla." He said lowly, slowly getting up not enjoying to be snapped at. "I gave you that freedom, don't make me take it away right after. I bid goodnight to you." He said and left, the door slamming behind him making her furry companion jump from the sound.

The night of the moon was upon them, as Nile was strolling through the grounds and frowned as he looked up seeing the moon. Sighing, he started to head back to the manner knowing she was bound to be out and about at this time thinking nothing of it.

Buttoning his jacket, he was still quite far along in the path to the manner through the woods, lighting his pipe along the way keeping quiet and eyes and ears open in case he came across anything dangerous.
 
She had been set free for the night. The moon calling to her. The power the silvery disc had over her no one could understand. Inside she was frantic with a primal need.

The night was cool but inside she was melting. Only a chemise would suffice or she’d boil to death. She had just stepped foot outside the castle. Feet bare. The grass crunching under foot. She needed to get far away from this place. Far away from anybody. Where she could ride out his aching need.

Layla ran through the woods. Dark long locks flowing behind her as her red chemise suck to her skin as she slowed down as she was far enough away. She called out to the moon. The heat rising. The need becoming unbareable.

The Were taking over as she trampled through the folliage. Something moving through caught her eyes. Layla crouched just as her wolf would, slowly, silently she moved towards it.

Stopping suddenly. Her eyes glowing in the dark seeing more clearer than any human eyes could. She recognised him. Though the moon clouded her mind. She knew she knew him. He was the only one here. He’d do.

Pouncing, she slammed him against the bark of a tree, growling, holding him there, she licked him neck and cheek. Nuzzling her face against his neck. Her body crushed to his, she clawed at his chest, slashing straight through the front of his shirt before she jumped back.

Watching him to see his action. This was a game between mates. Before they’d mate. Nile would not understand and she did not understand that he would not.
 
Grunting, he hit the tree hard, making him cry out as he looked around the night, his vision piercing through as he saw her. "Ugh...Beast..." He snorted at her not expecting her to talk. He knew male werewolves simply shifted, and became incredibly dangerous but he hadn't known much about female werewolves.

His top half was in shreds, as he stood up and dusted himself off, noting the torn fabric as he glared over her. "I'll over look this, dog now out of my way." He ordered trying to side step her to get back to the manner not expecting any fight from her.

Truth be told Nile was as unsure as ever, keeping cautious around her in this half turned state as it were. Still looking human but acting nothing more than a savage.
 
Layla growled when he called her a beast. She understood what he was saying, it was hard explain the effect of the moon. Especially when it was out. She had hoped she would just roam outside uninterrupted, maybe eat a bunny or two and then fall asleep in some dark corner when she found no one suitable to mate with.

But that’s not how things had worked out. He had crossed her path. And he was playing it exactly how a Were liked it - hard to get.

Layla growled lowly when he tried to escape. She pounced on him as he tried to escape, causing both of them to tumble to the ground. Layla straddled him. Her strength increased as she pinned his arms at the side of his head.

Nuzzling his neck, she purred against him. Taking in the scent of him, deciding if he was the one tonight. Her form more developed, her breasts larger and heavier, straining against her chemise. Her waist and hips thicker causing the material to hick up as she settle on him. All the assets she’d need to attract a mate.

Her golden eyes starring into his red ones. Wondering and curious. He was like no Were she had mated with him before. She wasn’t even sure he was a Were. She nipped playful at his jaw. Her womanhood snuggly presses against him. He was the one tonight . . .
 
Nile grunted as she pressed against him, he could feel her need and wetness from underneath his trousers as he glared up at her. To ever lay with a wolf...It was almost unheard of to him but he knew it wasn't impossible, the question was, did he want to? It had been quite a while since he was last bedded, his last lover being Alyssa who he was...Still trying to get over a bit...

"Well...I suppose we never did have our wedding night, darling." He purred at her, though in the back of his mind he was hurling...This was borderline bestiality to him but he knew he'd never get out of this situation unless he wanted to end up like his tattered shirt and jacket.

However Nile felt something he hadn't felt in a long while, unknowing.

He had no idea how to handle a werewolf in heat, especially on high terms such as this not wanting to make the wrong move.
 
It was nothing but a transaction. For now anyway. She had never been in a situation where she had to search for a mate. Usually on nights of the full moon, Were's would be tearing each other a part to mate with her and of course it went without saying only the strongest and most fiercest of males would get to lay with her.

However, Layla had never been with child. She had made sure in her waking life to take precautions for as far as her human self was concerned with the wolves in her pack, it was completely against her will. At least there was something in her life she could control.

Yet tonight this one . . . he was different . . . Layla could tell. Unlike her previous mates, he hadn't thrown her to the ground, hadn't bitten the back of her neck, hadn't left her with bruises. It was an altogether different experience. She stared down at him confused. Maybe he was weak. Maybe he was the runt of the litter. Hardly worthy of mating with . . .

Her long dark locks fell forward, hiding their faces from the world as she bent her head to sniff his cheek and lips. Her bronze skin almost glowing magically in the moonlight, one strap of her silk chemise falling off one shoulder as she decided if he was worthy to breed her.
 
His lip and eye twitched in mild irritation as she sniffed him, he didn't care for dogs or especially werewolves who felt were worse than the true creatures. His fangs glimmered at her in warning if she dared to bite or nip at him, he had no interest in being marked at all, if it was simply sex she needed he could provide and simply shower the feeling off with bleach in the morning, but he was starting to get bored as he examined her.

"Alright that's quite enough. Get off me." He growled lowly at her, pushing her off but not in a hard way as he stood, dusting himself off and huffed at the state his clothes were, "you're lucky I'll oversee this instead of locking you up." He growled and watched her from the corner of his eye as he moved to leave into the manor.
 
Layla growled as he pushed her out of the way like a petulant pup. She sprang after him and had him pinned against the bark of a great big tree. No Were had ever pushed her aside or over looked her. She was a prize among her pack and was not used to rejection. She knew how the sight of her curvaceous form aroused the opposite sex. She would not be dismissed so.

Fingers tearing into the bark on either side of his, Layla's Were wrapped her long bronze legs around her man. Her full, heavy breasts crushed against his chest. The moon was fuller and larger in the sky and hung low. Her desire growing as the time to mate shortened. It was close to passing it's peak.

Her wet womanhood stoking his desire through his trousers as she growled lowly with need, nipping at his jaw as she nuzzled his neck. Not quite human and not quite wolf. The simple biological need to mate and breed taking over. Finger digging out the bark, she tore off his shirt, jacket and tie hastily, needing to get to the skin underneath.
 
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