Chapter Two

Silvana's POV

I stood opposite Garrick, my heart beating fast against my ribs as his eyes bored into mine.

He smiled at me, a genuine warm smile that spread across his lips. However, I couldn't return it.

Every muscle in my body protested to this. The voices in my head screamed at me to run away and never look back.

But....I couldn't.

"Do you, Alpha Garrick, give yourself to Morgana Hawkwood, to be her husband, in love and in life? For as long as you both shall live?" Elvis, The Stonefang Pack most respected elder, who served as the officiator of the ceremony asked.

"I do." Garrick said, his hands taking mine in his. Immediately cheers erupted from the crowd. My eyes trailed to my parents, a frown was set on my mother's lips, while my father stared at me. His eyes promising hell if I dared to do otherwise.

"Do you, Morgana Hawkwood, give yourself to Alpha Garrick Grimfang, to be his wife, in love and in life? For as long as you both shall live?"

The question shot right into my heart. My lips parted but no words came out. I swallowed nervously as I looked up at Garrick. My mind reeling on what was I supposed to do.

It's just to say the two simple words. 'I do.' Expect...it wasn't simple.

"Morgana?" A voice jolted me from my thoughts. I turned to see Elvis staring at me with curious eyes.

Oh right-

I realized I was taking too long to answer and it was becoming suspicious, offering a fake small smile I turned to face Garrick again.

"I do." I finally said.

The cheers that erupted from the crowd was like a deafening noise. The howls from the wolves and pack members made me feel more guilty.

How could I live with the fact that I was living as someone else? My entire life as from today was going to be a lie.

Because I was no longer Silvana Hawkwood, second daughter of the Hawkwood family. I was now Morgana Hawkwood.

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Two Weeks Later.

If I was to say I was disgusted by Garrick, that would be a lie.

I loathed him.

No- that's not strong enough.

I abhor him so much that it drives me insane.

The only reason why I had to live as Morgana until the end of my life was because of him. The selfish bastard only knew two things.

What he wanted and how he wanted it.

If he was a reasonable man, he would have understood that Morgana would have never agreed to this. Mind you, he agreed to this without even seeing Morgana or even listening to her own opinion. He didn't bat an eye, neither did he care about what she thought.

It would have been easier to explain that she ran away due to frustration. But no, it won't be easy as my father explained it.

Alpha Garrick would have our heads on a silver platter while he watched as his men burns the Moonwhite pack to ashes. His alliances were more than ours, our armies were nothing but ants compared to his.

He was ruthless.

Unforgiving.

Strict and tough.

For a young man, he had the reputation of a beast.

Living as Morgana was extremely hard, but what made it harder....was that I was an omega without a wolf while Morgana had a wolf.

Even despite all that, I still had to do this. I had to risk my life and enter the lion's den- not just even enter. I had to sleep in it! Everyday!

I was throwing away my life plans, my dreams, my freedom just to be with this man as another person.

As much as I felt pity for Morgana, I couldn't help but blame her too.

Even though all I had done to Garrick in the past two weeks of marriage was being mean, cold and distant. He still tried to show me some affection which irked the fuck out of me.

What did he think I was? Someone who could be wooed over by some gifts?

I groaned as I dropped to the couch with a slump. I felt drained and tired. What could I do to ease this boredom a bit?

Just as I was about to reach for the remote to turn on the TV, I felt a hand over mine, I looked up to see Garrick smiling down at me.

Eww. With a snort, I snatched my hand away. "What is it?" I asked, my voice evident with a tone of disdian.

His smile flattened as he straightened up. His bangs falling over his forehead, even as much as I hated the guy, I couldn't deny that he was extremely handsome and well sculpted.

His jawline was sharp enough to cut grass, framed by dark unruly hairs that fell just over his temples. His eyes were a shade of grey, deep and intense. A faint, almost imperceptible scar traced a line from his left eyebrow down towards his cheekbone, adding a bit of ruggedness to his devilish handsome looks.

I shook my head as I realized my thoughts were becoming a bit too crazy. I don't see him that way, and I never will.

"Morgana," the name rolled off his tongue with ease, adding fuel to my anger. He then inched closer. "What is it that you want? I've tried to be nice, given you so many gifts...been soft to you, what else do you want? Tell me...and I'll do it. Just name it.

I let out a laughter which shook him, he moved a feet away from me, staring down at me with confused look.

"Tell me and I'll do it?" I mimic his words from earlier.

"Yes," He stated in a serious tone. "I mean it."

"Hmm?" I arched my brow, amused. "Well," I said as I stood up and walked towards him, then stopped just few feet away from him. "Don't call me Morgana and don't fucking try to be nice to me!"