My Possessive Werewolf Mate (Who is Also My Step-Brother...)

Lieblingsmensch

"Lieblingsmensch" - Namika

🎵 Pack ich dich ein, wir sind dann mal raus / Hallo Lieblingsmensch / Ein Riesenkompliment dafür, dass du mich so gut kennst / Bei dir kann ich ich sein, verträumt und verrückt sein 🎵

"Alaric und Paul, sind Sie freiwillig und bereiten Herzens gekommen, um miteinander die Ehe einzugehen?" the priest asked.

Right before him stood Dad and Alaric, smiling widely at one another and holding each others' hands. They both wore matching black tuxedos with navy blue ties. Dad had even woken up extra early to ask Emilia for help with getting his hair done so that it would look nice. She'd put so much gel in it that not a single strand flew out of place during the outside wedding ceremony.

It'd been such a shock and everything was happening at lightening speed.

I'd woken up in Alaric's van last night, having been driven home by him from the train station. Once we'd arrived at Dad's place, the two grown ups had sat me and Emilia down to explain the good news: that they were getting married... the next day. I didn't really know how to take the news, I mean, Mom and Dad hadn't been together for a couple years. I wasn't one of those kids who were holding onto hope that their parents would eventually get back together, I knew that was a lost cause. Therefore, I was happy that Dad was happy, and I truly did think that Alaric was a good guy.

That being said, I had to swallow down the sadness that seemed to engulf me into a suffocating stranglehold.

I feel stupid and selfish for thinking this, but I know for a fact that now that Dad and Alaric will be a legal couple, that Dad will spend even less time with me now. He's completely smitten with his new man, which isn't bad, per se. However, I just know deep down that I probably won't get to have anymore of those special days when it was just him and me. My heart ached for me, but it was also happy for him. It was a very bittersweet emotion.

Emilia was happy about it because it gave her an excuse to wear one of the many expensive dresses that she'd bought in Frankfurt. She always has the gift of looking on the bright side.

The wedding was a really tiny one, and it was mainly filled with guests on Alaric's side. I suppose that made sense since they were already in Bedburg to begin with, so they hadn't needed to travel large distances. Luckily, my dad's older sister, Aunt Lena, had managed to make the drive all the way from her place in Trier for it. She's really nice and the picture of the "Fun Aunt", who is always down to shit talk with me and Emilia.

The ceremony was an outdoor one in Alaric's massive backyard. All of Alaric's friends who lived in the tightly knit community of his must've been working overtime to get everything all set up. There were long benches for all of the guests to sit on, arranged just like they would have been had we been at a church. A long strip of white fabric had been expertly cut to act as a walkway for the new couple to meet at a beautifully decorated altar. The altar itself was handcrafted out of some dark-stained wood that was then covered in white flowers. Overall, it had a sort of rustic feeling to it, which complimented Alaric's lumberjack aesthetic.

I stood on Dad's side of the altar, acting as his best man. Alaric's friend, Lukas, had somehow managed to find me my own tux to wear, along with a blue tie that was the same exact color as Dad's. I really don't know who decided that tuxedos needed to be so constricting, because mine was so uncomfortable. I could barely move my arms in it, forcing me to stand at attention like a soldier. And Sofia had been nice enough to do my tie for me since I don't know how tie one, but she did it a little too tight, so I was practically gasping for air as I stood next to Dad.

Emilia stood on my other side, dressed up in a bubblegum pink dress that didn't reach her knees (much to Dad's dismay). She had her hair styled up into a fancy bun, and whenever she saw a camera being pointed our way, she put one hand on her hip and slightly turned to the side, mimicking a pose that was ripped straight out of a magazine. Even as we stood up at the altar, she posed during the vows, earning an eye roll from one of Alaric's friends. They're probably just jealous.