The Night Wolf novel Chapter 97

"Does it hurt?" Rowan furrowed his brows.

Willow smiled, "You can talk to me."

"I killed my brother." Rowan said after a moments thought. He grimaced, he didn't want her to hear about this, but he knew that he should tell her about it himself, then have anyone else tell her. "I killed him and I don't even regret that I did it."

Willow stared at him, deep in his soul. "I know why you did that, I understand. If you wouldn't have killed him then he would have harmed you either way. I understand, being the heir isn't an easy job."

Rowan pursed his lips and after a moment he said, "Sometimes I really want to kidnap you, and lock you away so that no one would meet you and fall in love with you." It was true though he really wanted to do just that, but he would regret it later, he would regret trapping this little bird and locking her in a cage, she would certainly start hating him and think of him as monster again, that would have broken him.

"Really? We really are soulmates, because I want to do the same to you." Willow smiled mischievously, but then she cringed. "God we sound like psychopaths."

Rowan felt helpless.

"Mark me." Said Willow.

Rowan's blood rushed to his head, but he calmed himself down just in time, before he would get a nosebleed. "Okay."

"Take me to your room." Asked Willow.

Rowan guided her to the bedroom that he has been staying at for the past few weeks.

Willow sighed beside him. "Why do I feel like the big bad wolf?" She muttered under her breath.

Rowan was speechless, if she was the big bad wolf then did that make him little red riding hood? But then again he would probably be a much badder wolf who was undercover as the little red riding hood.

When they reached the bedroom, Rowan pulled Willow and started kissing her as he pushed her into the bed. "I'm going to mark you." He said between kisses for the n'th time today.

Both of them lost in passion, failed to notice a crescent moon forming over Rowan's collar, similar to Willow's but it was forming in golden, right below the newly bitten mark and a tiny golden star formed at the centre of the the crescent moon, on Willow's collar.

Their mating completed.

"I, Rowan Kingson take you, Willow Greene as my lawfully wedded wife." Said a masculine voice, though his tone wasn't too loud nor to soft, it rang throughout out the hall. "I swear to treasure you, to treat you equally, to love you. Forever with you simply will not be enough, but from this day forward, I vow to make the most of every single second that we're going to spend together, I promise to be with you for all of eternity.

On the altar stood a red haired girl whose face looked just as red, donned in an a-line embroidered tulle silver gown, which swished around her ankle, a tulle cape hung over her shoulders leaving a long train being her. Her hair wavy was tied up with silver ribbons, though she looked shined from head to toe, there seemed to be something missing on her.

In front of the girl stood a handsome man with his black hair pushed back, though some of his rebellious strands seemed to fall on his forehead, his eyes seemed to match his outfit, which were looking at the girl before him, love evident in them. He was wearing a golden colored frock coat uniform, which made him look majestic.

"I, Willow, pledge to honour you, love you, and cherish you as my husband today and every day." The bride smiled at her groom, her cheeks flushed, her heart beating wildly. "I knew you were the one ever since you walked into my life and scammed me into giving you my number." She said, making the groom chuckle. "Ah, why are you still seducing me? My heart can't take this."