Alpha's One Night Bride
Alpha’s One Night Bride – Chapter 22

The Conway manor overlooked the city of Silverside; the same city Boris took an oath to protect when he was just a teenager. He was one of the youngest werewolves, only 16 years old at the time, to become an Alpha. He had to admit that he had no idea what he was doing at such a young age, but he was determined to become one of the best Alpha’s and follow in his father’s footsteps.

Boris had known Nikini for years before they got married, but once they turned 18, they married and began having a family. He remembered Nikini as a vibrant young girl with dreams and wishes for her future. Money was never a factor for her; they both grew up in families that came from money, so receiving and keeping money was never an issue.

What Nikini craved most was power, and once they had all the power, it started eating away at Nikini’s mind. Boris on the other hand only wanted one thing, and that was to protect his city. He became one of the country’s best detectives and by doing so other towns around the country came to him for protection.

From there, he decided to build multiple police forces around the country and help protect other towns. But his one condition was that he would be in full control of the police forces and all hiring of chiefs would be in his hands. Regardless of where these police departments were laid out, they will always be Silverside’s territory.

No town questioned this decision.

A few years after Boris and Nikini married, they began having children, almost 16-year-old, Makena, and 12-year-old, Geoffrey.

When Boris was 18 years old, he met Emlin. A young woman, no older than 18, with shoulder-length curly blonde hair and pale green eyes. To Boris, she appeared to be plain. She wore little makeup, which made her features blend in with the rest of her pale composure. She was thin and her clothing did her no justice and brought out none of her curves. She wore a baggy blouse and jeans that hung off her legs loosely.

He noticed her in the busy streets of Silverside, taking pictures of the skyscraping buildings and rush-hour traffic. The city was loud with the citizens rushing through the streets and the honking of the cars echoing off the concrete buildings.

As he got closer, he noticed that she was scanning the streets almost worriedly. It seemed that she was lost. It was easy to get lost in Silverside if you’re an outsider. It was one of the biggest cities in the country, after all. He recognized almost all faces, and she didn’t look like a city wolf. So, he knew almost right away that she wasn’t from the area.

She held her camera close to her chest as she scurried through the town. Boris caught up to her in time before she disappeared completely.

He was sitting in his black limo and had his driver pull up to where she was. Rolling down his tinted windows, she looked startled as she caught his gaze. He gave her a crooked smile and motioned for her to join him at his window.

She hesitantly made her way over to him; her fingers trembling as her nerves rose through her body. A little pink appeared around her features.

Boris pushed his door open and scooted to the side to give her some room to climb in. As she sat there, she was playing with her fingers nervously. It was clear to Boris that she knew exactly who he was; she would have to live under a rock if she didn’t.

“Why were you taking pictures of my city?” He asked her, keeping his voice steady and his gaze locked on hers.

“I’m sorry, detective,” she said softly; her voice was quivery in fear. He didn’t want her to fear him, but he wanted to know who she was. “I’m a photographer and part of what I do is…”

“What is your name?” he asked, interrupting her.

“Emlin,” she answered.

“Where are you from?” He asked.

“Ironclaw,” she answered. “My father is the Alpha,” she added. She still sat there, awkwardly, yet nervously, playing with her fingers as she maintained eye contact. It appears she was used to high-pressure situations.

This, for some reason, pleased him.

“Tell me, Emlin. What made you want to become a photographer?” He asked, leaning closer to her. He could smell her lavender perfume almost right away.

“I’ve always loved to capture the beauty of everyday life. I love traveling and seeing the world. Looking back at the photos I’ve taken, it’s like being there all over again,” she explained softly.

Boris had to admit it was a beautiful explanation. Nikini and he have been looking for a photographer that could do photos of their upcoming wedding. Emlin, though she was plain and clearly not from there, seemed to be the perfect fit.

No town questioned this decision.

“Emlin, are you married?” He asked. She looked surprised by the question and another flash of pink radiated her fair skin.

A smile tugged at his lips, knowing of the effect he had on young women.

“To be married,” she said softly.

“Have you ever done wedding photography?”

“No sir,” she answered.

“My luna to be, Nikini, and I are to be married next week. We will need a photographer. Would you be up for that job?” Boris asked. “We, of course, will pay you handsomely.”

She looked shocked at his request to a point where she didn’t know what to say. After a few moments of not saying anything, she finally nodded.

“Yes. I would love to,” she finally said.

“Wonderful. Would your future husband mind if you stuck around the city a little longer?” He asked. She thought about it for a moment before answering.

“I’m sure he won’t mind,” she answered. Though, she seemed unsure.

“We will board you in our home for the week. You can sleep in our guest bedroom until after the wedding,” Boris instructed. “We have clothing for you to wear, so you don’t need to return to Ironclaw until next week.”

She said nothing as the limo rounded the streets and reached the hillside of where the Manor was located. It didn’t take them long to reach the silver gates, which were opened as soon as the limo approached.

Looking out the window, Emlin seemed to be in awe of how big the manor and yards appeared. It was something Boris had become used to considering this was the house he grew up in, but he supposed for outsiders who come from a small town, it was an incredible sight.

The manor itself was white with silver pillars and silver window ledges; it sat on a leafy green hilltop that allowed the manor to overlook the beautiful city before them. Her eyes found the blossoming spring flowers that bloomed in the flower beds around the yard. Those were the same flowers he had made for Nikini when she initially moved in.

Before Nikini moved in, he was a lonely man with only his servants there to occupy his residence. His father died at a young age and his mother disappeared after he was born. Most of his siblings and half-siblings have left Silverside to pursue other dreams. He was the only one left of his bloodline that remained in Silverside and the only one strong enough to keep it protected.

He set Emlin up in one of his many guest bedrooms; it was a quaint room at the far end of the manor with essential items. It contained a king-sized bed, a vanity, a couple of dressers filled with only the best clothing, a closet, its own bathroom, and a bedside table that held a phone and an antique rustic lamp one of his father’s ex-lovers had left.

“It’s perfect,” she said to him, scanning the room in awe as he left her to get settled in.

Upon Nikini’s return, he had told her of the news that he found a woman that can take photos of their wedding. Nikini, having no interest in meeting this woman, had no idea Emlin was living amongst them for the next week.

As the days went on, Emlin kept to herself. Boris almost forgot she was residing in their home. She was one of the quietest guests they’ve had, and he appreciated the fact that she hasn’t made herself known to Nikini.

Patrolling through the halls, during the evening hours, just outside of Emlin’s doorway, he could hear her speaking on the phone. She was muttering something he couldn’t quite hear at first, but she sounded strained. Her voice grew louder as she continued to talk.

“I told you, I’ll be home in a few days,” she said: her voice hoarse. He could tell she was crying. He pushed open her door slightly and saw her sitting on her bed, tears falling from her eyes as she listened to the other person on the phone. “You are being ridiculous, Rock,” she hissed.

Rock must be her future husband. She never speaks about him, and Boris was starting to wonder if he even existed, at least up until that point.

“I have to go,” she said softly, sniffling. She hung up the phone before this “Rock” person could utter another word.

It pleased Boris that she had the upper hand and ended the conversation first. As timid as she was, he could tell she was a strong woman who could stand her ground in an argument.

Boris noticed that she was wearing a lacy nightgown that showed off her curves way better than her initial street clothing did. The nightgown ended around her upper thighs, so he was able to see her slender and delicate-looking legs. The top of the nightgown hugged her tightly, revealing the cleavage from her breasts. Her hair fell messily around her shoulders but moved to the side revealing the nape of her neck.

“Detective?” She said, almost startling Boris. She stood up from her bed and folded her arms across her chest to cover her breasts.

“Detective?” She said, almost startling Boris. She stood up from her bed and folded her arms across her chest to cover her breasts.

He realized he startled her by standing at the doorway of her bedroom, staring at her with a hungry expression.

“I’m sorry,” he said, his voice turning husky as he entered her room, closing the door behind him. “I heard you on the phone and wanted to make sure you were alright.”

She bit the bottom of her l*p tenderly as her cheeks turned light pink.

“It was just my future husband. He didn’t realize I was going to be gone for so long,” she admitted. “I failed to tell him that it was going to be a full week.”

“Is there anything I can do?” Boris asked as he stepped closer towards her. She stood her ground, meeting his eyes. Her pale green flashed innocents as she continued to chew on her bottom l*p nervously.

“It’s okay…” she spoke but her words were hardly audible; they seemed to have gotten caught in her throat. “Thank you for checking on me,” she said to him, staring up as he closed the small gap between them.

Her lavender scent roamed through his nose, nearly making his legs weak. Her chest fluctuated as his chest pressed against hers, backing her into her bed. She held onto the bed frame to keep herself from being knocked over. The hardness of his e******n was pressed against her leg.

He was hungry for her.

She let out a shaky breath as his lips enclosed around hers, slipping his tongue into her mouth allowing him to explore her. His hands wrapped around her back and pulled her close to him. At first, she seemed almost resistant, but soon her body melted into his and she allowed him to deepen the k**s.

The sharpness of his teeth dug into her tongue and pulled it further into his mouth. She lifted her arms as he pulled her nightgown over her head, revealing to him her nakedness. Her breasts were ready for his lips to taste them. He tugged at her nipples with his teeth, hardening them in his mouth.

She let out a soft m**n as her fingers found their way to his waistline. She was just as hungry for him as he was for her.

Without delaying things any further, they worked to remove his pants as he pressed her further into her bed. This time she allowed her body to collapse into the sheets as he caved on top of her. He felt his e******n pressing between her delicate and opened legs, begging for entrance.

He continued to tug at her nipples with his teeth as her fingers tugged at his shaft and rubbed the tip until a little fluid came out. He couldn’t hold himself back anymore.

Slipping inside of her, he felt the warmth of her v****a, tightening around his shaft, and the softness that came with it. Her m***s increased as he found his rhythm and kept thrusting further inside. He muzzled her m***s with his mouth, allowing her to breathe within him and take the air from his lungs.

They breathed into one another as their h**s continued to move towards each other. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled herself up to gain some leverage. Beads of sweat piled on her forehead and dripped down to her breasts as they bounced in front of her.

Her eyes were closed as she threw her head back, allowing him to find the nape in her neck and sink his teeth into her. Gently chewing on her skin until it became red and tender.

This time, it was his turn to m**n as her legs wrapped around his h**s and she pulled herself closer to him. She pressed her body against his and quickened her speed.

He could feel the frustrations she was holding onto; it came through with her desires and passion.

She let out one last m**n before reaching her climax; he reached his climax moments after, and they collapsed into one another’s bodies.

Breathless and satisfied.

Back in the present moment, Nikini and Boris stood in an art studio in Sabrebite, owned by Marian. Standing before him was a young woman, who goes by the name of Arina. She had the same pale green eyes and facial features as Emlin.

He had no words for her, so he allowed Nikini to do most of the talking. But seeing Emlin’s daughter standing before him, brought him a wave of grief.