Beautiful Creatures Series

The smell of coffee under his nose drew Gordon from his sleep. He opened his eyes to see Mackenzie seated on the end of the bed next to him with a mug of hot fresh, brewed coffee. He was on his side and confused. How did he get here? He sat himself up and accepted the coffee from her hands. He lifted the coffee to his lips and took a sip. He had no idea where she bought her coffee, but it was always good. “What am I doing here?”

“You said you were here for a booty call.”

“I did?”

“You showed up at my door at four in the morning looking for sex. Your breath was toxic, so I went to get you some mouth wash, but when I came back, you were unconscious. So, I let you sleep.”

“So, we didn’t….”

“Didn’t even get close,” she grinned.

“Well, that is humiliating,” he said, sipping his drink once more. “What time is it?”

“Ten.”

Alarm lept into his throat. “Oh shit. I’m late,” he put the coffee down and jumped out of bed. I have to be at the wedding in two hours. I still have to go home and change. He looked her over. “You are not ready.”

“I’ll be ready in an hour,” she promised.

“I don’t have an hour,” he said, taking out his cellphone. He quickly sent her a text, including Darrell’s address. “I got to go. I just sent you the address of the wedding. It starts at noon,” he said, rushing to the door with Mackenzie following him. “Meet me there. I’m standing up, so just take any seat, and I’ll be all yours once the ceremony is over.”

“Ok.”

“Sorry, I can’t wait for you. But my tux is at home, and…” He sniffed his shirt, which stunk of beer. “I need a shower,” he leaned in to kiss her, but she placed her finger over his lips.

“After you brush,” she grinned.

Gordon grinned and kissed her cheek. “I’ll see you later,” he then left and broke every speed limit getting himself home in record time. He parked his bike and stripped away his clothes as he ran up the stairs to the washroom. He quickly showered, brushed his teeth and did some much-needed grooming. Then he put his tux on and went out to the garage. He tore a car cover off a mint condition 1969 midnight black Chevrolet Camaro ZL1. Come winter. The Colorado roads were traitorous for a bike. When it started to snow, Gordon would break out his car and drive it until the spring. While the roads were technically in great condition driving a Harley while wearing a tux seemed unsuitable. So tonight, he would drive his car.

He hopped into his car and hit the button of the garage door opener attached to the visor to open the garage door before backing out. Then he hit the button and closed the door as he exited the driveway. Luckily Darrell’s place was only a ten-minute drive away. He pulled into an open spot on the back roads that lined the property with the other vehicles. Hoping out, Gordon ran around the side of the house to the wide-open backyard. They had all the chairs set up on one side, and on the other were four large tents set up to make one large section where the dining tables and a dance floor were set up for the reception.

Guests were already taking their seats, and Darrel was standing at the arbour with Stanton and the officiant. He walked over and quickly apologized for being late while fixing his vest and jacket. “Sorry, I’m late,” he apologized.

“It’s fine. You got here on time,” Darrell grinned as he looked out over the guests taking their seats. On the Groom’s side, members of the pack. Since Darrell had no family outside his sister Charlotte those in attendance were friends and the pack, which for the last six years had been like family to him. On the Bride’s side, only close family and friends. Humans who had no clue at all that they were among what they would consider monsters. As long as no one in the pack got drunk and wolfed out, the human guests would never know. “So, where is this date?”

Gordon looked out over the guests, and his mouth curved in a grin when he saw one of the ushers showing Mackenzie to a seat. He nodded to her, and she smiled with a little wave. She looked amazing in a fitted yet classy green dress. She had swept her hair up into a sophisticated up due. Around her neck was a simple gold chain with an open heart pendant. It always amazed him how she always looked her best. Even when she just rolled out of bed, she did so, looking deliciously fuckable. Gordon pointed Mackenzie out. “That’s her.”

Stanton whistled. “You weren’t kidding. She’s young. A lot younger than I thought she would be.”

to go,” Darrell high-fived Gordon.

side. “We are

hitched,” everyone took their positions, and

***

entrance. Mackenzie stood up, and from her seat, near the aisle, she had an unobstructed view of the bride coming down the aisle on her father’s arm. Mackenzie was impressed the wedding was very down to earth, and the bride had a simple country feel while still looking elegant and breathtakingly beautiful. Mackenzie could see the love in her eyes. When she looked back at the groom, Mackenzie was certain he would break

was easy to see the love between this couple. These two were part of the few that would last. The groom to the bride’s hand, and they faced the officiant as the guests took their seats.

spoke the vows that they wrote themselves. Even Mackenzie was dapping her eyes with a handkerchief from her purse so as not to ruin her makeup. The officiant pronounced them Husband and Wife,

strange they did not leave to take pictures. Most couples did. As she made her way to the tents, Gordon joined her. He

in a perfectly tailored tux with his hair pulled back. He was cleaned up respectably, and she had to admit the tux was as

There will

“Why not?”

One I don’t want to get into right now,” he said, taking her hand. “Come on, Babe;

taking pictures with their phones. Then she noticed the sign at the end of the aisle that said, “No photography,”

to the newlyweds

shook both of their hands. “So nice to meet you. It’s a beautiful

is Charlotte Darrell’s kid sister and another of my fosters,” Mackenzie shook hands with Charlotte. This is another of my boys. Stanton and his wife Aurora and their new son Dayton,” Mackenzie shook Aurora’s hand as she held her son, then she shook Stanton’s as she stared up at him, confused how this

she might be uncertain how to feel about her father dating, let alone someone her own age. Mackenzie was not sure Aster liked her, but the woman did not say so Mackenzie would ignore the tension. They took their seats, and Gordon introduced her to

her in his arms, and they began to dance to the slow song that was playing. Mackenzie was

father, so Mackenzie bowed out. She needed a drink anyway. She stood in the short line at the bar and ordered a beer for Gordon and a Tequila Sunrise for herself. When she turned around, Mackenzie stopped short so she didn’t bump into Gordon’s ex, who was glaring at her with her arms crossed. “I can’t think of anything

man’s sugar baby. I pay my own way. Can

“Listen here, Bimbo Barbie….”

enough self-respect to dress appropriately for a wedding. You look like you should be turning tricks on skid row. If you are hoping that sleazy dress is going to get Gordon’s attention, you are sorely mistaken. After all, why would he want your bottled blond ass when he could fuck me. I think all that peroxide has fried your brains,” she said, trying to

out and shoved Mackenzie into a nearby table, spilling everyone’s drinks and breaking the heel of Mackenzie’s expensive shoe. The altercation had drawn everyone’s attention. Furious Mackenzie took off

“These were expensive.”

trappings when you are so cheap and slutty?”

and punched Melissa as hard as she could, knocking the woman

growl like an animal. Suddenly Gordon was at their side. He grabbed Melissa by the arm and forcefully turned her away from Mackenzie, and walked her away. “We need to talk,”

***

have any idea how many humans are back there, and you were just

you should have never allowed this farce of a wedding to happen in the first place. Humans do not

to protect the pack. She earned the right to be here. At the moment, she deserves to be a pack

sorry I almost wolfed out

“You started the fight.”

help it. Seeing you with that woman pisses me