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.”
“She’s got to be our age,” Darrell commented. “Way to go,” Darrell high-fived Gordon. “Look at you being a player.”
Suddenly Aurora was at their side. “We are ready to start,” she whispered.
Darrell grinned. “Time to get hitched,” everyone took their positions, and the wedding began.

***
The wedding march began, and the guests rose for the bride’s 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 out in
tears at the sight of his bride.
Mackenzie had made a living out of attending strangers’ weddings, and she could always tell which ones were truly in love and
which ones would not make it to their third anniversary. It 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.
The ceremony was short but sweet. As the bride and groom 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, and the groom kissed his bride as the guests all rose and applauded. With the ceremony over, the guests and wedding
party retired to the tents to enjoy dinner and dancing.
Mackenzie found it strange they did not leave to take pictures. Most couples did. As she made her way to the tents, Gordon
joined her. He hugged her hello and gave her a quick kiss. “You look amazing,” he said.
“You do too,” this was a side of Gordon that Mackenzie figured people did not often see. He was dressed in a perfectly tailored
tux with his hair pulled back. He was cleaned up respectably, and she had to admit the tux was as sexy as the leather and jeans.
In honesty, Mackenzie thought there was nothing this man did not look good in. “Don’t you have to take pictures?”
“No. There will be no pictures.”
“Why not?”
“It’s a long story. One I don’t want to get into right now,” he said, taking her hand. “Come on, Babe; you are sitting with me at
table two.”
Mackenzie thought it strange that no one was taking pictures with their phones. Then she noticed the sign at the end of the aisle
that said, “No photography,” she had not noticed it when she came in.
Gordon took Mackenzie to the head table and introduced her to the newlyweds and four others. “This is Darrell and Katelyn.”
Mackenzie shook both of their hands. “So nice to meet you. It’s a beautiful wedding congratulations.”

“Darrell is one of my boys. I took him in when he was in his teens. He’s like a son to me. This 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 beast of a man had landed the wife he had. The man was freaky ugly. “And last but not least, my flesh and
blood daughter Aster.”
Mackenzie shook her hand. Aster was very pretty, but she looked like 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 some of his friends at the table. As they ate dinner, the wedding
party made speeches. Even Gordon stood up when the microphone was offered to him and said a few fatherly words that were
touching.
Once dinner was over, a DJ turned on the music, and the guests took to the dance floor. Gordon took Mackenzie by the hand
and led her out onto the floor. He took her in his arms, and they began to dance to the slow song that was playing. Mackenzie
was surprised he was actually a very good dancer. He did not look like he would be, but she was pleasantly surprised.
After a few dances, Aster asked to dance with her 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
tackier than a middle-aged man bringing his sugar baby to a family function.”
Sugar baby? “Bitch, I am no man’s sugar baby. I pay my own way. Can you say the same?”
“Listen here, Bimbo Barbie....”
“Bimbo? Who are you calling bimbo? You’re the one with her tits hanging out of her dress?” Melissa’s dress was so low if she
sneezed, she’d pop right out of her top. “At least I have 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 walk past her.
Melissa reached 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 her broken shoe and looked at it.
“These were expensive.”

“Why bother with expensive trappings when you are so cheap and slutty?” Melissa hissed.
“Alright. Mackenzie removed her other shoe and handed both to the woman at the table. “You want to make this into something
fine,” Mackenzie balled up her fist and punched Melissa as hard as she could, knocking the woman on her bottom. “My Dad
taught me to fight, so if you want to make something of this, we can throw down. I’m half your age; I don’t think I’ll have a
problem taking you.”
Melissa rose to her feet, and she began to 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,” he snarled as he dragged her off to
someplace more private.
***
Gordon marched Melissa back to his car. He released her with rage in his eyes. “Are fucking insane?” He growled at her. “Do
you have any idea how many humans are back there, and you were just going to wolf out in front of them. Are you trying to get
us all killed?”
“This is why you should have never allowed this farce of a wedding to happen in the first place. Humans do not belong in the
pack.”
“Katelyn risked everything to protect the pack. She earned the right to be here. At the moment, she deserves to be a pack
member more than you do.”
“Ok fine. Look, I’m sorry I almost wolfed out back there, but that bitch hit me.”
“You started the fight.”
“I couldn’t help it. Seeing you with that woman pisses me off.”
“You don’t get a say in who I see.”
She swayed close to him, running her hands over his chest. “It’s so hard when you look this good not to want you,” she looked
back at the car. “This old thing brings back so many memories,” she ran her hand along the hood of the car. “Do you remember
when we used to neck in the backseat?”
“I don’t exactly feel like reminiscing with you.”

“We had some good times together.”
“Right up until I said I do. Then you suddenly became a raving psycho bitch. Our entire marriage was a bait and switch. I thought
I was marrying a sweet girl, but you became an abusive skank. I am so glad it is over. Leaving you is like getting out of prison. I
did a life sentence, and now I’m out, and I’m going to fuck whomever I want, and I don’t give a shit whether you approve or not.”
“Do you honestly believe that tart will still want you if she knew what you truly are?”
“It doesn’t matter because we’re just having a good time. You can’t throw a monkey wrench into my relationship with her.”
“Watch me,” she turned to leave, but Gordon grabbed her arm, forced her to turn and pushed her down on the hood of his car,
his hand around her throat, applying pressure.
“Watch who you threaten. You can’t out me without outing the pack. If you willingly put the pack at risk, I will kill you. I’ll weed you
out, and no one will fault me.”
“Get off me,” Melissa hissed as she pushed him off her. “Fine. I’ll hold my tongue. But mark my word. Nothing good can come
from bringing humans into the fold. This is going to come back and bite you in the ass. I’m going to laugh when it does,” she
growled and walked off.
Gordon went back to the party and apologized to Darrell and Katelyn for the scrap. He then went to Mackenzie. “Hey, are you
ok?” He asked, caressing her face. “She didn’t hurt you, did she?’
Mackenzie snickered. “Naw, I’ve dealt with stuck-up bitches like her before. I would have mopped the dancefloor with her.”
Gordon laughed. “You are as tough as nails.”
She held up her shoes and sighed at the snapped heel. “Well, these are trash. There go a hundred dollars down the drain.”
“Your shoes cost a hundred dollars?”
“What is your problem?” Mackenzie giggled. “You didn’t buy them.”
“True. Why don’t you let me pay you for them? Since it is my fault, they got damaged.”
“It’s not your fault. It was her fault.”
“I’d like to pay for them anyway.”

“If you insist,” she smiled, pressing herself against him. “To pay me back for them, you can take home and make me cum using
that wicked tongue of yours.”
Gordon could feel himself stiffen at the thought of taking her to bed. “Now that’s a debt I can pay.”
“Shall we go?” Gordon nodded, and Mackenzie took him by the hand and led him back to the cars.