For a change of pace, #1lineWed decided to do a day based on page numbers. So, words from page 23, 123, 223 or considering the date, 323. LOL Except most of us don’t have 323 pages in our WIPs. So…I’m down to the last chapter or two of BLOOD BRIDE (working title for the Sekrit Projekt) and it just so happens that #1lineWed intersects with my inspiration for the title. This is a scene between Celine, the heroine, and an old lady who is a town elder. Enjoy!
After a nerve-wracking few minutes, Miz Virgie leaned forward, her gaze as sharp as a hunting raptor. “So. You are to be a blood bride.”
Celie scrambled to wrap her thoughts around that term, sputtering, “Uh…no.” She received a disapproving arched eyebrow for her impertinence.
“The old customs have fallen away. I shall teach you.”
Celie bit her tongue.
“You must make a blood bond with this man if he is not your mate.”
“Do I even want to know what that is?” That got her the other eyebrow and a frown.
“In the old days it was simple. Virgin blood sealed the bond.”
Virgin blood? Celie bit not only her tongue but the insides of her cheeks. If Wolves wanted blood bonds, they needed to leave a few virgins around. When it came to the opposite sex, Wolves were hound dogs. They’d nail anything with tits. Miz Virgie studied her as if waiting for a response. She gave the only one she had.
“Yeah, well, a little late for that one.”
If possible, the old lady looked even more disapproving. She exhaled, a long-suffering sigh. “There are other…steps.”
Jeez but she didn’t like the sound of that. “Uh…huh.”
“Most treaty brides survived the ordeal, else why have a treaty mating?”
Miz Virgie was not reassuring Celie. Not at all. “Most survived?” Her voice squeaked but her brain was conjuring all sorts of scenarios, each one more graphic than the next.
“Survival depends on the control of the Wolf. If he is the pack Alpha, the chance of living through it are much better.”
“Ho-kay. And if he’s just an alpha?” Was Reece Chatham an alpha? Oh, gods. What if he was a beta or worse—an omega! She went still, not even breathing as that thought took root. That would explain everything. An omega was a Wolf. Barely. They had little control over their shifts and were basically…there was no politically correct way to say it. Omegas weren’t all there mentally and were deficient in so many ways—morally, intellectually…
Miz Virgie continued. “Most alphas have enough control over their beasts or they would not be alphas. The Wolf must change during the claiming—”
Claiming? Was that an euphemism for sex?
“He must change enough to mark his bride.”
Celie barked a shaky laugh. What? The guy lifted his leg and peed on the bed?
“This is not a laughing matter, girl. The Wolf must mark his bride with his bite, setting the brand of his teeth in her skin for all to see.”
Whoa! Oh to the hell no! “That is so not gonna happen.” She plunked the cup and saucer on the tray and shoved to her feet. “We’re done, Miz Virgie. I don’t care what my father says, I’m not going through with this farce.”
Yeah…well…Celie is in for a surprise. 😀 What about y’all? Any good words from pages in the books you’re writing or reading?