The Alpha Princess & The Werewolf King

POV: Gianna

“Ooyy, my hands are killing me! I am so happy this is the last flower I have to make in a long time.”

“I know, I don’t know how you made six hundred roses! That is nuts, why didn’t you call us to come and help or at least ask Rasheed.” Sierra asks.

“I didn’t trust anyone to make the flowers they needed to be perfect!”

“Typical” Storm laughs.

A few hours later we all step back and take a look at my wedding cake. An eight tier all black cake with hundreds of purple, pink, blue and gold roses, I did emerald green lace work on a few tiers and man are my hands killing me. This is the largest cake I have ever made and if it is dropped, I will kill someone.

“I can’t believe you are getting married tomorrow!” Sierra Screams.

“I know in just a few hours I will be Mrs. Jones, Queen of the Werewolves and Princess of the fairies. I can’t wait to see Rasheed; I really wish we didn’t have to be separated until the wedding and the ceremonies.”

“Well tough, now off to sleep you go, tomorrow is going to be an exciting day.” Storm says.

I wake up feeling nice and refreshed. Then panic starts to set in. OMG I am getting married today, what if something goes wrong, what if he doesn’t show up. I have all these questions going through my mind.

“Relax baby, I would never leave you” Rasheed mind links me.

I am instantly relaxed, before I can respond to him my door flies open and in walks my two best friends, my mother, my mother-in-law, and a whole team of ladies to help get us ready.

“Good morning sunshine, it is your wedding day, and you need to start getting ready.” Mom and Kay say in unison.

“Hey baby, I can’t talk now they have come to kidnap me, pray for me. I love you and will see you later.”

“I love you too, and you bet your ass you will” Rasheed links back.

Three hours have flown by, but we are all dolled up. The ladies are all dressed, and I am about to step into my wedding dress. It is gorgeous, it is custom made of course. It is a rose gold color with a crystal overlay. It has long sleeves, and the bodice has ivory lace and pink, purple, and white crystals sewn in it. It has to weigh at least fifty pounds. I step in and mom starts to press the buttons in the back.

The camera woman tells us she wants a group picture of us all before we head out and we all stand together.

“It’s time sweetheart, your dad is on his way” mom starts to tear up.

I hear a knock at the door and in walks my dad, I must say he looks mighty dapper in his black and blue suit.

I see tears gather in his eyes as he approaches.

“You look stunning Gianna” he says.

The ladies all pile into a limo, while dad turns to me with a smile.

“I have a surprise for you.” He says.

I hear a horn and turn to look, and I am speechless, a 1934 Ford Model 40 B Fordor Deluxe sedan pulls up. I have always had a fascination with Bonnie and Clyde, this just puts it over the top!

“I knew you would like it. It was very hard to find but I have been working on this car myself for four years now.” Dad says.

“I love it!!!!!” I scream.

We get in and head off to the other pack house for the wedding. I am still in shock that he was able to find the car!

“Here we go baby girl! You will no longer be a Federico; we can still take off before it’s too late.” Dad chuckles

“Yeah right, I would never!”

I hear the music start to play for the ladies to walk in. The doors open and I want to look so bad, but dad pulls me away. After they all have walked in the doors close again and I heard the song change to Luther Vandross “Here and Now”. We move to the doors, and they open.

The moment I see him in his all-black suit, the world fades away. Standing at the other end of the aisle, my King, my love, my world. I fight back the tears that are desperately trying to escape. I feel a gentle squeeze on my hand and my dad starts to pull me forward. We walk down the aisle, and I must say I would prefer to run to get to my mate.

We finally arrive at my mate and my dad kisses me on the cheek and my mom stands next to him.

“Who gives Alpha Gianna to be married to King Rasheed?” Lincoln asks.

“We do” My parents say in unison.

Dad places my hand into Rasheed’s hand. “Take good care of my baby girl.” Dad says. “Always and forever” Rasheed replies

I walk up to him and turn to face him. I wipe a tear that escaped Rasheed’s eye, I lean in for a kiss only for Lincoln to stop us.

“Woah, hold your horses, we aren’t at that part yet.” Lincoln chuckles.

“You look beautiful Gianna” Rasheed whispers into my ear.

“Not so bad yourself darling” I seductively say back.