Page 5 of Her Bully Alpha (Honeycomb Valley Alphas #1)

I stared at myself in the mirror. I decided to wear a light grey suit and a pale blue tie. I combed my hair back and cleaned up the stubble that was starting to grow. I didn't appear nervous, but I was. I kept seeing Sam's face last night before she shut the door in my face.

“I'm not your wife. I'm not your property and won't be told what to do. So, you can go home. I will see you tomorrow at the courthouse for our wedding.”

As irritated as I was with, I was a little impressed with how ballsy she was to do that. To shut the door on an Alpha was something no one would do, and there she was, doing it. She kept surprising me, and I was starting to wonder if I'd pegged her wrong growing up.

I inhaled slowly, fearing she wasn't going to show up. I didn't want to know what the Council would do if she didn't. They wouldn't be pleased to see her going against a direct order. But I didn't see Sam as the person to go against them either. Everything idea that popped into my head quickly fizzled out.

I glanced over my shoulder as I heard the door open and shut behind me. Henrik stood in the doorway. He was wearing a suit just like mine. His arms were pulled behind his back, his shoulder straight. He held no expression, and I wondered how he felt about all of this.

I looked back at myself, pulling my hands up, making sure the tie was on right. "Is your sister here yet?"

Henrik raised an eyebrow at me, his lips pulled into a tight line. It was only for a moment before he forced a smile and walked towards me. "How about you tell me why you didn't inform me about my little sister being your mate? Why did I have to hear it from the Council."

I glanced at him, seeing the frustration in his eyes. "I thought she would have told you. Asked you to somehow get her out of it."

Henrik huffed, and I knew he couldn't deny that. I knew they were close and had always been since they were little. I honestly expected to hear there was a delay because Henrik somehow got involved. But nothing was said. Nothing happened.

I turned to him. "Is Sam here?"

"I haven't seen her," he said with a shrug. "But I know my sister. If she says she's going to be here, she will be. I was busy chatting with your parents anyway; I didn't get the chance to check on her."

I turned to reach for the glass of water and took a sip. It did little to help calm my nerves. I could only imagine how that went down. My folks likely had their feelings about this, and Henrik, being civil, didn't say much.

Henrik walked over, sitting down on one of the couches. He grabbed the bottle of champagne that was left out and poured himself a glass. He downed the entire glass and sighed softly.

"If you hurt my sister in any way, Jay. I will come for you, and I will destroy your world." Henrik poured himself another glass and looked at me. "I will only say it once."

I stuffed my hands into my pocket. "Really sweet words coming from my best man."

Henrik laughed, but it was cut short. "You may be my best friend and the person I tell everything to, but she is my sister. She is above you, and I will always pick her side. And if you don't treat her right, I'll know."

I knew he meant every word, and I needed to tread carefully throughout this entire situation as if I wasn't already worried enough as it was.

"Noted," I said, giving him a nod. "You can go. I'm sure you're eager to see your sister, and I can't avoid my family anymore."

Henrik gave me one nod before he pulled himself up and slipped back out the door. I looked at myself again in the mirror before turning and slipping out of the room.

I followed the hallway until I made it to the front entrance, where my parents stood. My father was a tall man that was built like a brick house. We were a matching pair, as my mother said. I looked a lot like my father, having the same hair and eye color. We had the same jawline and the same smile and frown.

My mother was a foot shorter than my father, with light brown hair and deep brown eyes. She wore a pale blue dress that matched my father's, who wore a light gray suit. They looked like a perfect couple, and it was something I had always aimed for. My father was the iron fist, while my mother was the soft, delicate one. But just because she was soft didn't mean she didn't know how to harden herself.

My mother spotted me coming towards them, and her eyes sparkled as she scanned my suit. "Oh, Jay. That looks so lovely on you."

I gave my mother a soft smile before looking at my father, who gave me a nod.

"When does this start?" he asked, his eyes looking around the space, and I knew he was looking for Sammy. His jaw was tight, and his eyes were scanning the crowd. There weren't a lot of people here, but all of the Alphas were. They stood chatting a few feet away.

"In about ten minutes," I said.

My father grunted and shook his head. "Pity this is."

"Ralph," my mother quickly elbowed my father. "Don't start."

My father ignored my mother, shaking his head. "I can be unhappy if I want, Lily. Our Alpha son is forced to marry a human. Someone that is clearly beneath him in many ways."

I swallowed, watching the hurt look cross my mother's face. While my mother would never say those words, I could see she thought the same thing.

I inhaled slowly. "It is what it is."

"A pity," my father grumbled, shaking his head.

"Is Dusty coming?" I asked, thinking of my younger brother, who was just turning eighteen.

My mother shook my head. "No, he was busy with homework."

I knew it was a lie. They just didn't want him to come here. They didn't want him to see me, his Alpha brother, marry a human.

"You do look good," my mother quickly added, placing her hand on my chest, and moved my tie. "My handsome son."

I ground my teeth together as Henrik walked over. "We're ready if you guys are."

"Might as well get this thing over with," my father grumbled, reaching his arm out for my mother. "We will take our seats."

They walked past Henrik, and I watched him waiting for something to cross his face. But nothing did. He held a blank expression. If he was insulted, he didn't show it.

I followed after my parents, taking my stand at the altar. I stared at the doors, waiting for Sam to come down the aisle. The rest of the Alphas took a seat near the front. They were all dressed for the occasion.

The music started to play, and the doors opened. I felt my eyes widen as Sam stood there in the doorway with Henrik. She was wearing a beautiful white dress that simmered in the light. She held a bouquet of blue hydrangeas, and her hair was pulled up beautifully. My breath felt like it was kicked out of my lungs as I stared at her.

Henrik walked her down the aisle, and I started stunned the entire time. It wasn't until he gave her a kiss on the forehead and handed her to me did I realize I wasn't breathing.

Sam smiled at her brother, but it slipped as she turned to me. I could hear the priest talking, but my mind was so focused on Sam. I was trying to remember every aspect of her. The makeup, the dress, the hair...it was amazing. She looked like a princess.

The vows were quick, and I couldn't remember anything he'd said.

"You may kiss the bride."

I took a step forward and pulled a hand up, cupping Sam's face. She inhaled slowly as I leaned forward, placing a small peck on her lips. It didn't even last two seconds before she pulled away and turned her face away from me.

There was little clapping, and I knew it was the Alpha's more than anyone else. We turned to the crowd and started down the aisle. As we made it to the hallway, Sam pulled herself away from me.

"Excuse me," she said, turning down the left hallway.

"Where are you going?" I asked.

She threw a glare at me before she rolled her eyes. "I need to make a call and make sure all my stuff was moved over to your house since you decided to hire movers. Because god forbid, we wait a few days to move my stuff."

I frowned, having forgotten I had rescheduled them. Everything slipped my mind as soon as I saw her.

She walked away, and I felt a hand land on my shoulder. "A married man, and you've already pissed off your wife."

I looked over my shoulder at Maddox, who was holding a smug smile on his face. "Must be a record."

"Shut up," I grumbled, knocking his hand off my shoulder. "She's just making a quick call."

"Doesn't sound like that was just a quick call."

I turned to Maddox. "I'm sorry, are you married?"

"Let's not fight," Frank said loudly, stopping next to us. "It's a wedding, after all. And we get to drink now. So, let's do that." He patted both of us on the shoulder, turning us to the event room.

We headed inside and found Henrik already had a beer in his hand as he talked with Jones. Frank pulled his hands free. "Anyone want a beer?"

"I do," Maddox said, following after him.

I looked over my shoulder, waiting for Sam to reappear, but she didn't. I had no idea when she was going to, but I doubted she would slip out at her wedding.

I ended up getting myself a beer and chatting with the guys. I was talking with the guys when I saw Sammy emerge back into the room. Henrik headed towards her, and I watched her eyes brighten up.

I thought of Henrik's threat earlier and knew I didn't want to anger him. Henrik and I had a great relationship, and this could muddy the waters. Now that Sam was my wife, we needed to at least try and get along.

"Look who came back," Maddox elbowed me. "It's your wife."

I forced a laugh as Henrik brought her over. His arm was wrapped around Sammy, holding her close to him.

"Sammy, this is Maddox, Jones, Frank, and Aaron. This is Sammy, my sister and now Jay's wife."

The guys all gave her a polite smile. "Congratulations."

In return, she gave them a smile, but it didn't reach her eyes. It was clearly forced. I could see she was uncomfortable.

"They are bringing out food," I said, pointing over to the tables.

She looked past me and must have thought it was a good idea. Henrik went with her, and I sighed.

"She seems nice," Aaron said, watching them walk away. I watched her, knowing she was uncomfortable and the only person she could lean on was her brother. Their parents weren't around, so she couldn't even look to them for guidance.

I straightened my shoulder. I had to at least make sure she was comfortable above everything else. I could do that, at least.

As the party winded down, I drove us home. Sam was quiet the entire ride, and the music filled the silence. As we pulled up in front of my house, I glanced at Sam, expecting a reaction, but none came. She didn't say a word as we parked and headed inside.

There was a moving van parked in the driveway, and I suspected we would have to get her stuff moved in tomorrow. Just another thing we had to figure out.

We headed inside, and I flicked the light on, brightening up the entryway. My house was large, grand, really. It consisted of five bedrooms, a huge living room, and a grand staircase that led upstairs. There was a basement, which had an open game room and a TV projector. I had a lavish lifestyle, but I could afford it.

Sam sighed heavily as I shut the door, locking it.

"I'll have a key made for you tomorrow, but we have a key code you can also use. I'll write it down for you."

Sam grunted and bent over, slipping her shoes off. She tossed them aside and took a step on the tile floor. I raised an eyebrow at her as she reached her hands behind herself and started to unzip her dress.

"What are you doing?" I asked, suddenly unsure of what she was doing.

"I'm getting out of this dress. I feel like a puffy pastry." She continued to unzip it, and I reached out, stopping her.

"You're in the entryway."

Yeah, like that was the reason to make her stop. My wolf growled at me.

She looked over her shoulder at me and rolled her eyes at me. "Why does that matter? I'm your wife, after all. And I have a slip-on underneath this. It isn't like I'm stripping down naked."

I swallowed, still not wanting to see her half-naked. I shouldn't say I didn't want to see it because I did, especially after how wonderful she looked in the wedding dress. But I didn't know what my body would do, how I would react to her half-naked. My mind might not be completely on board, but my body had another thing going entirely.

"The bedroom to the right of the stairs and down the hallway is yours. You can go get undressed up there. You can have that side of upstairs."

She turned to me, crossing her arms. "That side of upstairs?"

I nodded. "Just because we're married doesn't mean I want to completely uplift your life. You have two bedrooms and a bathroom. If you want to turn one of the bedrooms into an office, we can arrange that. As for the other side of the upstairs, that will be my space. We will share the main floor and the basement."

She looked surprised at this.

"We can unpack the moving van tomorrow and put everything where you would like it."

"Alright," she said, turning on her heels and marching up the stairs. I watched her dress trailing behind her. She took a right turn and went down the hallway. I heard a door open and close. I exhaled heavily and pinched my eyes, knowing this was just the beginning.