The Promise of Forever (Rex&Melitta)
@scarstaught - Rex x Melitta
He wasn’t used to wearing a suit, the formal attire rather uncomfortable and even a bit tight. They didn’t have much time for a proper fitting being the arranged marriage was only within a span of days. The stupid bow tie was the worst, Rex having never actually learned how to put one on - there was never a reason for him to; he never sported a tie if he had to dress up nicely anyway. Thank God for his mother in that case.
As the matriarch of his pack fixed the Godforsaken accessory around his neck, Rex couldn’t help but stare at his reflection in the mirror, sighing a heavy breath as blue-green hues took in the sight of the wolf that would soon take on the biggest responsibility of his entire life. And it wasn’t being an Alpha. To say that he was nervous about getting married would be an understatement - he was downright terrified, but wore a mask of stoicism; a disguise he conjured to use against and trick his father, but was very much ineffective against his mother.
“Don’t be nervous, my love,” Carolyn cooed softly, hand combing his hair before caressing down his bearded cheek in a motherly manner. The stoic mask broke as he smiled, eyes softening as he turned his gaze onto her. “I’m trying not to be,” he admitted, taking a deep breath. “Bet this isn’t how you pictured my wedding when I was a kid, huh?” Carolyn frowned for a brief second, fingers going back to work straightening her son’s bow tie. “I would have rather watched you fall in love with someone before this day came, I will admit. Your father’s intentions...They are fair,” she explained, “he is thinking of our pack’s future.” Rex added swiftly, “But doesn’t seem to care about mine.” Carolyn shook her head. “That’s not it. I know your father doesn’t show it often, Rex, but he does care more about you than the pack - you are his son, his only child. He believes that this is what’s best, for everyone. His methods are...unorthodox for sure, but I have faith that he knows what he is doing.” If anyone could convince him to continue going forward with this whole thing, it was his mother. She then smiled that bright, beautiful smile he’s always loved and turned to stand beside him, her hands on his upper arms while her head rested against his shoulder. “My handsome boy.” Her comment had Rex smiling too and he turned to wrap his arms around her, giving her a tight hug.
A knock came at the door just then and when it opened, in popped Roy Howard, dressed in a suit just like his son though his was less fancy-like. He wasn’t the one getting married after all, so he didn’t have to look ten times his best. “It’s time,” Roy told them, voice firm and hard, as if he were announcing a command rather than simply relaying information. Rex took another deep breath, trying to settle his nerves - he wasn’t so successful. It was time indeed. In just less than an hour, he would marry a fellow wolf and unify their packs, growing stronger in numbers. His soon to be bride, Melitta, he has only known for a mere few days, but that didn’t seem to matter now. According to his father, they had all the time in the world to get to know each other - it was true, but it would be a lie if he said he didn’t like the idea of a traditional relationship. Oh well, it was out of his hands now.
With his mother’s arm locked in his, Rex escorted her to the large chamber hall that was beautifully decorated despite the little planning time span. Carolyn kissed her son’s cheek and hugged him once more before going to take her seat amongst the vast sea of werewolf guests from both packs. Roy took a brief moment to pat his son on the shoulder and gave him a stern nod before joining his wife. Rex stood at the top of the altar, still attempting to settle himself down as he waited for his future bride; gaze fixed almost intensely on the back doors of the chamber hall, his mind could only imagine what she would look like when she stepped through those doors. He already thought of Melitta as beautiful, but was told that his breath would be taken away upon witnessing her in the chosen bridal gown. That actually filled him with eagerness, honestly, and a part of him could hardly stand being patient.
Fortunately, he wouldn’t have to wait for very much longer.
