Stronger by Ang Chris

Chapter 30

Today I had to make my gown and start preparing food. Everything was to be made from scratch. We had a lot to do.

Grayson had spent the past couple of days organizing the guest list as I didn’t know any of his allies.

It was not easy or dreamy as it had appeared but it was all happening so quickly. We were prepping and none of the actual celebration had started yet.

On Friday I was going to be cleansed. I had to bathe in moon pool, and then spend the day having oils rubbed into my skin and runes scribed on my back.

Here in the Northern Ecl*pse pack, it was custom for the bride to get a tattoo before the wedding. I would have the symbol of the pack inscribed on my sternum. Grayson had one too but he got it when he became Alpha.

It was a moon in front of a pine and paw marks below it. I wasn’t too excited about that but it was a duty of mine.

Grayson would spend the same day in solitude. He would train, meditate, and pray. He wasn’t allowed to look or talk to

anyone.

That night I would go to the forests to find him and our wolves would be with each other.

Right now though I was with Amaria and Elizabeth making my dress.

It was a simple gown to humble me before my mate. It was strapless with two inches at the top of my back and flowed

from there.

“The color is perfect my dear,” Amaria smiled at me.

I began cutting down the fabric to the design Elizabeth had drawn out for me. Two simple rectangle like bits.

I was thankful that binding dresses were not supposed to be extravagant. The only tricky part here was the train that flowed from behind me. I was born of alpha blood so I had a long train. It was to stretch six feet behind me.

“Okay so now it’s basically a six–foot–long U,” Elizabeth explained, drawing out the back of the dress.

It was cut again and we marked for the hem. I know it’s morning and tedious when it’s not your gown but when it is every stitch, cut, hem, mark, they all electrify you.

The three of us began hemming the gown and talking to one another. It had to be hand sewn so my hard work went.

into it.

“Are you nervous?” Amaria looked over to me.

be easier if there wasn’t any space between us if I knew him like no one else

and placed a hand on

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do you know?”

never thought he would admit you scared him. I have known him a long time and you are…the only one who he bends for,”

Amaria finished to ease my many many

every day. I would know his thoughts and fears. He would know my desire for him and my hesitancy to give in to it. His mind would be alight with everything

put an eyelet in on the top of the dress which seemed easy enough. Thumifully it

all

sew it all together. This part I had to do on my own. This was my

are bound we would…but I don’t think

women left me to sew and I hummed to myself old songs from my childhood that my mother hummer when

with him. I would be his wife, but I did not know him as I should to bare myself to him. Giving yourself at that level can make someone feel like they have to give

it look as good as possible. That was no bother. Elizabeth had made me a strand for the inches at the back to hold

spend getting ready having my hair

prepare me to be with him. I would take the

is private and no one needs to

back. This time though all of the women of the pack came along. I would

fingers through my hair as she

didn’t birth me mom but Amaria deserved it. She had been there for me through this whole

Friday, then the one where I served everyone on Saturday, and then the biggest one where Grayson and

food got more and more decadent. Normal bread for the first feast, then a sourdough, and finally the brend I made, a rosemary

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bread for my day. Most of the women of the pack had to leave to

We are supposed to fast all day for it. That is also why the second feast is smaller and more intimate,” Charlotte exclaimed

second feast I have to

was going to wear a

finish the bread,” I nodded to them and we

after a while, we had finished and the bread was left to rise before it

giddily ran upstairs with

it on so we made

flowed. It had a skirt that went down just below my knees, and it laced up in the back. I think

simple tie skirt and a t–shirt. The fabric they made here could be gauzy or it could be as thick as cotton. I found that I loved both feelings as the more you wore them

sat down after grabbing ribs

kind of

think we have starved you!” Amária teased me as I ferociously dig into the