Chapter 3

"Get in the car," Tristan heard the single order, and a shiver traveled down his body. His parents were already inside their car and ready to leave. And that means he was to leave with Alpha Mitch. He couldn’t even meet the gaze of the mawhoat sat in the car with the aura of a Greek god. Tristan bit nervously on his lower lip as he sat inside the car with his side pressed to the door as if he was ready to flee. The silence in the car was deafening, and neither said a word till they arrived at the Mansion of the Alpha King. Alpha Mitch came out of the car and walked into the house without another glance at him. Tristan looked at the man behind the wheel with uncertainty. He was unsure of what to do. He could not imagine going into the mansion, and the sheer size of the enormous building scared him. "Are you alright?" The beta, Gale, asked in a concerned voice. He had watched the mood of his Alpha change since they arrived at the registry, and he had thought it was because of the hassle of the whole process. But still seeing that he is still pissed made him worry for his new mate. "Yes, I am. I — I have to go inside?" Tristan asked in a soft voice as he pointed towards the mansion, unsure of what to do as dread filled him. "Yes," The beta nodded, and still kept looking at him with pity. He sighed heavily as he could tell how hard it would be for the two. On the one hand, there was an Alpha that was widely feared and powerful, and on the other hand, there was his extremely timid and socially awkward mate. If he knew it would be like this, he wouldn’t have arranged for the whole thing. "Oh—okay. Thank you", Tristan said in a small voice before he grappled with his dress. "Do you need help?" Gale asked as he struggled not to cuss out loud "Yes," Tristan managed to say as his voice trembled in helplessness. He just wished he could go back home to his bed and sleep. But here he was dressed like a female, for someone might kill him at the slightest provocation. "Thank you", Tristan whispered again, barely audible as Gale held the car’s door for him to get out. He walked briskly in the direction Alpha Mitch had gone, although his heels made it hard to walk fast or hurry. He settled by walking slowly. He saw some of the workers around staring at him, nd that made him look down as he wished the ground would open and swallow him whole. "Welcome, M. Iss, leLete, show you to your room". A robust woman met him just as he walked down the foyer. Tristan nodded, and she walked ahead of him. He let out a sigh of relief as she had come to his rescue, as he had no idea where to go or what to do. "Here", she announced when they got to a huge white door. It was gold-plated with a golden knob. The marble floor in the hallway was so clean that it reflected images. The door and he walked inside gingerly, as if waiting for a ghost to pop out of thin air. "If you need anything, call me. A maid will come to attend to you". She announced to him before she left, shutting the door after her. Tristan stood awkwardly in the middle of the roomunsuree of what to do. The room was painted in lavender and light pink. The curtains and beddings are also pind, making him wince in pain. His eyes suddenly went back to the large queen-sized bed, and a thought struck his mind. "What if he wants to do what married couples do?" Tristan asked out loud as a new panic rose in his mind. He looked down slowly at his padded chest and immediately wrapped his arms around himself. If he finds out, he would kill me, he thought in panic. He stood on the same spot for a long time until a knock sounded on the door. He immediately climbed the bed and drew the covers over his small frame, with only his head peeking out. The door opened after the second knock, and he was expecting the maid who was supposed to attend to him to walk through the door, only to see Alpha Mitch walk inside with a scowl on his face. Tristan froze in shock. He was no longer wearing the tuxedo and now had a white shirt on with a few buttons undone at the neck and the sleeves rolled up to the elbow, showing his strong arms. Tristan gulped as he imagined those hands strangling him to death after his secret got out, and that made him tighten his hold on the bed cover. Without speaking a word, Alpha Mitch turned around and walked back out. His displeasure was evident on his face. He had returned to meet the pack’s elders waiting for him in his study. And after he had announced his marriage to them, they still insisted on wanting to see his mate. "You won’t see her until the mating ceremony", Alpha Mitch informed them as he walked back into his study. His blue eyes were as cold as ice, forcing the elders to hold back their objections until one of them spoke up. "If you are sure your mate is here with you, why don’t you want us to meet her?" The Elder asked. Being the youngest among the elders, he was the only one who wasn’t scared to question the Alpha. "And I said no, who are you to question me?" Alpha King Mitch asked in a low voice, asserting his dominance on them wasn’t hard, but he avoided using his rank on them because of their positions in the pack.k That doesn’t mean he would tolerate disrespect. "We are representing the pack— "All of you should leave. NOW!" He commanded, his blue eyes turning black as his wolf came forward.