The Alpha’s Arranged Bride

LAVENDER’S POV

I spun around in front of the mirror for the umpteenth time since I had it on. It was a big gown that made me look fat. The colour was so pale it irritated me. It looked as though it was dirty, even though it wasn’t.

I glanced at the maid who had brought it for me, who stood there with a nervous expression. “I don’t like it,” I firmly told her.

I had no choice but to take off my clothes and replace them with the only decent outfit I had, which was a nightwear. My clothes have been taken to the laundry and I can only retrieve them later today after they have dried.

“Where’s Alpha Caramel?” I asked the maid.

“He went out on rounds with his Beta, Asher, and other sentinels,” she replied.

“And when are they going to be back?” I inquired.

“I can’t say, unfortunately.”

That response only made me more upset. How was I going to speak to him if he was not back on time today? I really need clothes. Wearing only nightgowns and the clothes I brought is not a viable option for me. After all, he told me he would get me new sets.

I lay on the bed as the maid walked out of the room. She came back after a few minutes with a tray of food. I watched her take the tray to the table, then bowed to me. “Your food, my lady.”

I smiled at her and then stood up from the table. The food was good and once I was done; I went back to my bed. “Don’t you have any books for me to read?” I inquired of the maid who had returned after taking my plates back.

“We do, my lady,” she smiled.

“Show me. I need to keep myself busy until your Alpha gets back,” I told her.

I was bored, and it was even worse because I didn’t have anything appropriate to wear outside of my room. I was stuck in the room until my clothes came back.

“What genres do you want?” the maid asked, and I told her, “Anything interesting.”

She left and brought back five books, which I was impressed by. I had already read half of the first book when my clothes were brought to the room. “Finally,” I jumped out of bed and rushed into the bathroom to have my second bath of the day before putting on the clothes, this time without the jacket as I was indoors.

I admired myself in the mirror and was pleased to see that I looked sensible again. A knock came on the door and a guard came in, then bowed. “My lady, Alpha Caramel, seeks your presence.”

“Where is he?” I asked.

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I took my time to look at myself properly before heading out of the room. The guard was at the door waiting for me, which was good, as I did not know where Caramel’s study was. Once we got to the door, the guard gestured for it and I knocked.

His response was, “Come in,” and I entered.

He was sitting on the couch next to his long table. “Come sit,” he invited me over to the space beside him.

“I’m sorry for not speaking to you earlier. There was a lot I needed to do,” he informed me, which I completely understood.

“So,” he adjusted, picked up the glasses that were laid down on a tray on the table and then filled them with wine.

He handed over one to me before he took a sip. “I want to know about my wife. Tell me about you,” he said.

“What do you want to know?” I took a sip of my wine and nodded. “It’s good,” I commented, expecting it to be harsh.

Alpha Caramel asked me random questions not prying too much into my affairs and even if he did, he was so good at asking that I did not notice and just spilt everything to me. He was good at making me feel at ease, despite my initial fears about marrying him.

He was the one who kept asking questions while I answered, and I didn’t even bother asking him about anything related to me or his plans for me or try asking him anything about him. You could say I was not interested in his life. He might be nice and all, but I was still skeptical about him. I did not want to ask him directly, but I wanted to watch him instead and how he truly behaved.

It was only when I had unanswered questions about his behavior that I would ask him about himself. For now, I would just watch him. He frowned as his eyes glided to my feet. “Guess you’ve noticed what I’m putting on,” I told him.

“I need new clothes. I had to wait until this was washed and dry before I could put it on. Luckily, it came before you called for me,” I explained to him.

“I apologize. I’ll do something about it now,” he said, taking out his phone.

“Get me Mitchel,” he instructed over the phone and, as though she was only behind the door when she was called, she came in just a few minutes.

“My wife needs clothes, get her some,” he instructed, then turned to me. “Her size should not be hard to find. Call me if you are confused about anything.”

“How would you know my size? Shouldn’t I be the one to be asked?”

“There are so many things you don’t know about me, wifey,” his eyes on me, sending strange signals in between my legs.

He was not touching me, but it felt like he was. For a moment, I got lost in those eyes of his. Was it strange that I wanted to kiss him?