HUNTED-Chapter 376: Wedding under the Moonlight (4)

The sounds of cutlery clinking along plates, laughter, and music filled the air. The night was warm, the moon and lights making the settings aglow. Aila and Damon’s wedding continued with an open area for eating in the woods, entertainment like a band and other things like photo booths, and a fighting arena set up.

Aila almost rolled her eyes at the fighting arena, but it was another small sign that the pack and their ways were a part of her life. The wedding was full of old and new traditions, and she embraced it all. She did tell those wishing to fight, though they were not allowed to spill any blood or knock a tooth out.

It was the only day Aila asked for such restraint. She wanted nice photos without blood on shirts and toothless smiles across her photo album. It would be a memory and a laughable one at that. But it was a normal occurrence around here, and she wanted one day without it.

Though right now, it didn’t matter much to her. Aila sat happily by Damon’s side, feasting on meat and wine, holding hands when able to. Damon smiled just as much as Aila, taking quite a few people by surprise. But then they saw his smiles were only for his mate, only for his angel, his wife, his Aila.

Then it made total sense. How could it not? Aila brought this side out of him, and it was their wedding day. Though they were already ’married’ in wolf tradition, this was still special to both of them.

After eating and chatting with their guests, Damon drew Aila out of the crowd and into the middle of the ’dance floor’. They did not bother with lying down anything because most of them had already removed their shoes, including Aila, who loved the feeling of the earth beneath her feet. It connected her soul and wolf to nature more.

As the music began to play for their ’first dance’, the crowd circled around them, photos were taken, and others filmed it along with their professional photographer. But what made the pair look at each other and burst into laughter was the sound of Ajax chatting away to Chiara about the wedding.

Aila leaned her head on Damon’s chest, smiling, as she felt the small vibrations where his laughter slowly died, and he sighed happily, stroking her bare back.

The tingling sensation shot through her from the mate bond, but they didn’t act on instinct to mate. They were happy in the moment, in each other’s arms, even if the spotlight was on them. Though Aila opened her eyes after Ajax was the first to pull Chiara out onto the dance floor.

Chiara rolled her eyes with a blush coating her cheeks. Ajax spun her around some more; his light charisma and Chiara’s relaxed laughter made others come onto the dance floor with them.

"You know.. I forgot how fun weddings are!" Ajax grinned down at Chiara and leaned forwards with a sparkle in his eyes. "Wanna get married?"

Chiara froze in his arms before grabbing a flute of champagne from a passing waiter and downing half of it, still while in Ajax’s arms and in time to the music. Her expression returned from shock to staring at him like he was an idiot.

"I hope that wasn’t your attempt at proposing," Chiara drawled, eyes cool, voice smooth like Ajax hadn’t taken her by surprise.

Ajax tilted her chin up so he could gaze into her eyes more. "Will you say yes?"

Chiara sipped her drink, holding his gaze, eyes twinkling before she looked away with a small grin. The answer was there in her expression, which Ajax could read so well. His smile broadened, watching Chiara’s cheeks grow rosy, which was the only sign she felt flustered.

Chiara couldn’t look at Ajax as her heart fluttered at the idea of Ajax proposing to her. It was different to being mated yet similar in every way, minus the magic of the bond.

She’d long looked past her strange feelings for him. No, they weren’t strange. They were equals in every way, and if she was ever granted a second mate, she knew it would be Ajax. They completed each other and had lifted each other up since starting to date.

Ajax was her light, pouring into her and smoothing out the darkness within. They had both been grieving, and together they were putting each other back together again. Ajax had seen past her rough and hard exterior and somehow wiggled his way into her heart.

Chiara smiled slightly, her gaze landing on a figure she did not expect to be watching the small exchange between the Gamma and shapeshifter. Esme Snow. The rogue that Chiara didn’t mind one bit now. The rogue who was in love with the Vampire King.

Esme smirked and looked away from the Gamma she-wolf. She did not mean to pry into that private moment, but she couldn’t help it. She liked capturing such happy moments.

Even if Chiara appeared cold and did not answer Ajax’s question, the she-wolf knew from their expressions and shared looks that they were sealing the deal. Chiara and Ajax were getting hitched at some point.

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"In all my years, I did not ever imagine myself going to a wedding for werewolves." Gabriel’s low, musical voice snapped Esme’s attention back to him.

Gabriel had been sweeping Esme across the dance floor in that elegant way of his before Esme started leading him to a nearby tree cast in shadows. The pair preferred it away from the others. Not all of the werewolves were completely on board with Gabriel’s presence just yet, but it didn’t bother either of them.

Esme was used to being an outcast, and Gabriel didn’t care about what others thought of him, except for Esme, of course. Now Gabriel leaned against the tree, and Esme leaned her body against his, hands sliding up his chest and resting in the back of his long white locks as she stared into his crystal blue eyes.

"There are a lot of things you probably couldn’t imagine, amica mea," Esme purred, brushing her breasts against him. His lips parted, and fangs popped out as his eyes sparkled with ruby-red specks in those gleaming pools of blue.

"Hmm." He lowered his face into Esme’s neck, his nose and lips trailing along her skin as his hands rested on her backside.

There were others around, and although the night could hide them and some of the shadows Esme could conjure up, the other supernatural creatures could still see them. They didn’t pay them attention, though. There was too much merriment around, and some were already parting ways for their own rendezvous’.

Esme flopped her head back, releasing a long sigh as Gabriel’s face delved into her chest, trailing kisses between her breasts. "I don’t need to imagine the next part, Nyx." Esme’s head snapped up at the sound of her other name, and Gabriel crashed his lips into hers, and their tongues hungrily tried dominating the other.

Gabriel picked up Esme, slinging her over his shoulder and spanked her backside. Esme giggled and covered her face before shaking her head, uncaring if others saw. The vampire didn’t use his speed for rushing past anyone and instead carried her languidly like she was his prize for the night.

She didn’t mind being his prize. Gabriel did like to unravel her. Esme giggled at the thought and gasped again at the loud spank to her ass. The vampire heard her thoughts and approved of them.

"This place is magical."

Finn stopped watching Gabriel and Esme across from them. It was still strange to him to see the vampire smiling so happily. The Delta was happy for him, though.

Gabriel deserved to be happy. They all did, especially after the years they spent in those cells.

Finn turned his attention back to his precious mate, who spoke and smiled. "Yeah, I didn’t expect anything less for the Alpha King and Queen," he replied to Sariah.

Sariah was drop-dead gorgeous in a light blue jumpsuit that clung to her breasts and draped over her neck, where her hair was pulled back in a loose, messy bun. She led Finn to the dance floor and, for the love of the Moon Goddess, started grinding against him. It was already so hard to stay in control.

They were yet to mate, and Finn’s wolf had been nonstop trying to mark Sariah. Luckily Finn had more control, but it was slowly slipping, especially right about now. He understood now why Damon and Aila used to and still did go crazy at each other. But he had to be more patient.

Sariah was human and not used to how werewolves were when claiming their mate. Most of the time, it was easy for mates. The pair would instantly get together, and within the day, if not a maximum of a few days, they’d have mated and claimed each other.

But Sariah was brought up differently. She hadn’t even dated anyone, let alone have a mate. Finn found it even more delightful, but right now, he couldn’t control the way his dick hardened against her ass. To be as much of a gentleman as possible, he grabbed Sariah’s shoulders gently and moved her away from where she seemed to be purposely grinding into him.

Surely, it wasn’t on purpose?

Sariah turned around, ignoring the way Finn tried to put a little space between them, and put her arms around his neck and back. "Did you want to get away?" She stood on her tiptoes and whispered naughtily in his ear. There was a flash of desire bidden beneath her eyes.

"We don’t get to spend a lot of time together," she added, biting her lip.

Finn groaned, lowering his head to her shoulder. "I don’t know if I can control myself. It’s getting harder, S."

Sariah pulled his head up from her shoulder and pressed her lips lightly against his, eyes searching his. "Don’t worry.. I know how to handle myself."

Finn chuckled, grinning against her lips. That she did. His little huntress was sweet and innocent, but she could still take on a werewolf or two. That didn’t mean he wouldn’t restrain himself and let her take charge.

Sariah intertwined her fingers with his and led him away from the dance floor. Finn could only watch her ass sway from side to side as they returned to the pack house where his room was.