Chapter 72: TOMORROW IS OUR WEDDING DAY

Dylan's POV

Mine.

She was finally going to be mine, Ellen, my mate.

Ever since I had stood up to my mother and told her exactly how I wanted everything to be, without her opposition, she has steered clear of my and Ellen's path.

Though she was not happy, something that I knew because she wore it on her face like a ridiculous Halloween mask, I was not bothered by it all because I knew that she would most definitely come around after a while.

It was always like that with her.

But then, she would not help with the wedding planning, no matter how much I begged her to. She kept telling me that Stephanie was a better option for me and that I would see it later and she would tell me I told you so.

"Let's pray that it is not too late by then Dylan, when you finally realize that that girl might not be for you," I remembered her exact words, as well as my reply.

"Mother, I love Ellen, and I know you do not believe it, but she is really my mate. She is a sweet nice girl and you know it. I cannot do away with her mother, please try to accept her."

"I will not be part of something that is doomed to fail."

"Mother? Doomed to fail?" I had asked her as anger rose in me. "That is not something to say about my bride and I or our upcoming wedding!" I had snapped at her.

"Our discussion is over Dylan, go and see to pack affairs. You are an Alpha, are you not?" She raised her legs against the low stool, crossing one over the other comfortably.

"I will prove you wrong mother!" I promised her. But she had only ignored me and I had stomped out of the living room angrily.

But now as I stood outside the hospital room, I could not help but believe that my mother had indeed been right about Ellen. She was not who I thought she was.

For one, she was apparently a liar, a big one at that.

And the fact that she would stoop so low to sleep with her sister's mate and get pregnant with his baby said a lot about her morals.

It was such a decadent thing to do!

I stomped my feet in anger before I turned around and stormed down the corridors and out of the hospital.

A little voice in my head called me, softly, reminding me that I was leaving her behind. It was my wolf. But I was too angry to think straight. I walked to my automobile and opened the door. I sat in driver seat and palmed the steering wheel.

How on earth had everything gone so bad in a blink of an eye?

My mind went back to how my day had begun as I tried so hard to pinpoint what on earth had really gone wrong today.

I had woken up this morning with my mate wrapped around me. I had always wondered how she always found her way to my bed every night after sleeping in hers. I should have been the one doing that.

She had been sleeping so peacefully, her head on my chest, her curly hair scattered everywhere. Her chest rose and fell as she took sleep breaths. She was gorgeous asleep I had to admit. I wanted to stay there forever, always embracing the warmth of her body.

But I had things to do, things that could not wait for me.

It was when I began to find a way to peel her gently off my body that I discovered that she had a steel grip on me, as if I would escape from her when she was asleep. I tried hard and finally achieved my aim. I shifted the huge pillow into her hands and she grumbled gibberish as she held it tight in a death grip. I winced as I thought about the fact that it could have been me I climbed gently out of bed so as not to wake her up.

I had taken a shower and came out to put on my clothes. As I took off my robe with my back to the bed, I had felt eyes watching me. It was most definitely her. But I did not turn, pretending not to notice that she was awake. I rubbed oil onto my naked body slowly, teasingly. And after that, I began to pull on my underwear, followed by my shirt and pants. Then I turned to her.

She hurriedly closed her eyes and feigned sleep breathing patterns. I chuckled at her act. My mate would never cease to amuse me. She was a bundle of delight.

I walked to the bed and sat on it, running my hands over her wide hair, my fingers slipping into their lovely curls. "I know you were watching me Ellen. You are always welcome to admire me," I teased her. She continued feigning sleep. "Well, you know I already noticed this sounds you are making stop for a while Ellen. You are awake."

She opened her eyes then with a guilty as charged smile. "Alright, you got me," she agreed sitting up.

"How did you slip into my room last night?" I asked her like I always did every morning. "I locked the door. How did you steal in to violate me in my sleep?" I teased.

"The door wasn't locked," she giggled at my lies. "And I most definitely did not violate you in your sleep."

"Then what do you call waking up to you wrapped around me? You were holding me so tightly that I thought I was going to snap into two like an overly dried twig," I said to her.

"Oh stop it! How on earth is that violating you? I just hugged you in my sleep because you were probably warm." She smiled broadly at me with her pearly white teeth glistening back at me. I swallowed softly.

Her eyes looked larger and beautiful, innocent. It threatened to turn me on. I had just washed away my morning wood with a cold shower. I did not want to have another one, not now, and definitely not today.

It was the eve to our wedding. We were not even supposed to see each other all day, today. I wondered why she had come here. But I knew it was all superstitious. She raised a brow at a distracted me.

"Oh!" I said trying to remember the last thing that she had said. My brain vomited it in a second. "But I feel violated!" I had exclaimed with mock pain. She had shaken her head at me like she was frustrated and fed up with my thinking.

"Tomorrow is our wedding day," she said to me with a squeal. Then, "You will have to get used to my arms around what is mine every morning sweet heart," followed in a playfully stern voice. I smiled.

"Oh, I'm shuddering in fear," I said in a tiny voice. She laughed at my attempt.

"You had better be." My cell phone vibrated on the bedside table. I reached for it. It was a message from my beta Drake, the meeting with the pack elders was about to start. I needed to leave now. I leaned in and kissed her forehead.

"I have a pack meeting. I will be back. Take care with Martha when the both of you are out hmm?" I cautioned her. She nodded.

"Good girl." I patted her on the head and turned to leave.

"Dylan," she said before I could stand. I turned to her and she jumped at me, planting really wet kisses all over my face and neck.