Cheryl blinks at me and scrunches her nose. “Right, I can do that for you. Take a seat, the clerk will be with you shortly.”
Some of the earlier tension and unease leaves me as we sit back on the hard wooden bench. I rest my head back in my hands as Silas and I just sit there in silence. If he noticed I had the woman under a spell, he doesn’t say anything, and I’m grateful.
There’s so much I want to say, so much I want to ask, but what’s the point? Maybe we can simply get the marriage annulled, or I’ll be able to work backwards in the magic. Either way, we aren’t staying married, and we certainly aren’t friends.
It doesn’t matter what he’s been up to for the last fourteen years; it doesn’t matter what kind of man he’s become, because we’re nothing. Well, we may be husband and wife shortly, but not for long.
Chapter 11
“Silas Walker and Violet Delvaux,” the clerk says as she opens the door and we stand.
“Walker?” Violet says with a scrunch of her nose.
“I was never given a last name, so I took the pack last name,” I tell her and she looks down at the floor as we enter the room.
There are no guests, no witnesses, and the clerk calls someone from the office to watch the ceremony.
Violet wraps her arms around her middle, which is terrible, because it presses her silky white nightgown against her breasts.
The naughty little witch has pierced nipples, and I have no clue what to do with this information.
“I know what we should do with that information,”Thorin growls in the back of my mind, and I push him out of my head.
The last thing I need right now is my wolf mooning over Violet. She means nothing to me. She was once a friend, once the girl I loved, but now she is nothing.
“She is our mate and our bride, you fucking fool,”Thorin says and I push him even further away. He’s pissed, but I shake him out of my head as I stare down at Violet.
“Okay, we have our witness. We will keep this short and simple,” the clerk says. “Do you have any rings?”
“No,” Violet says for the both of us and the clerk looks uncomfortable but agrees, anyway.
She does her spiel and gets to the I dos of the ceremony. I want to bite my tongue. I want to swallow the words back up, but no matter how hard I resist, the traitorous words spill out of me.
“I do,” I say against my will.
“I do,” Violet says with a little less resistance, and I wonder if it’s because she’s coming up with a plan on how to get us out of this mess.
“By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.”
I shake my head, and Violet does the same, even though our feet move on their own accord, putting us toe to toe.
“This means nothing,” Violet whispers.
“Less than nothing,” I reply as I bend down and kiss her on the lips.
It’s quick, hardly even a friendly peck, but despite this, the same sensation that trickled through me fourteen years ago flashes through me again. I restrain myself, not chasing after that feeling.
Violet Delvaux is my enemy. Her grandmother wants to destroy my pack, my birthright, the people I vowed to take after.
It doesn’t matter if she’s my mate or my wife. She means nothing to me.
Violet holds our marriage license as we walk outside. A few men gawk at her in the small little white dress and I have to hold myself back from ripping out their eyes.
It’s not like I care, it’s just a matter of respect.
“Could you give me a ride home?” she asks, looking around as I reach my motorcycle.
“You didn’t fly your broom here?” I ask and she grimaces at me.
