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

Elizabeth leaned forward and placed a hand

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you know?”

a long time

trusts his people. This makes you his,” Amaria finished to ease my many many thought.

we would be bound. I would feel him every second of 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 I had kept inside and mine would be swamped with everything I had been begging to know.

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

wish I had known how to do all of this so I didn’t feel so clueless.

I had to do on my own. This was my

don’t think either of us

and I hummed to myself old songs from my

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 everything. We needed more time

two hours. I had to use an invisible stitch to make it look as good as possible. That was no bother. Elizabeth had made me a strand for the

I would spend getting

to be with him.

private and no one

and Elizabeth came back. This time though all of the women of the pack came along.

have done so well,” Amaria ran her fingers through my

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

making food today we were making the bread for the feasts. The one the pack had on Friday,

then a sourdough,

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day. Most of the women of the pack had to leave to finish the day’s chores, take

supposed to fast all day for it. That is also why

white dress for the second feast I have to

everyone would dress in white for the moon. I was going to wear

I nodded to them and

we had

giddily ran upstairs with

it on so we made it to dinner on time.

with long sleeves that flowed. It had a skirt that went down just below my knees, and it laced up in the back. I think I’ll put my hair up that night, my mom will be here to

a 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 the softer

down after grabbing ribs and potatoes.

of food

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