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Chapter 3: Chapter 3



The wedding planning is destroying Elliot, he hadn't anticipated Lady Luna, the matriarch of the Whitehall family, would take it quite so seriously.

He had found himself visiting their estate for three days in a row now. 

The first day had been dedicated to the suit fitting, of course, he was determined to look as elegant as possible, even if this was a wedding he never asked for. Lady Luna had insisted he bring his personal tailor along, leaving him with little room to protest.

Vincent has been letting his mother string him along on what she wants. They had no real say in the matter; everything had been handed over to her for control. She was committed to making the wedding exactly what she had in mind. 

"Vincent is the only heir of the Whitehalls, so we must make the wedding as special as possible," She said, as she was hovering over their personal tailor, pressing him about the color scheme and never letting up.

By the end of the day, the color scheme had been settled. The tailors had taken charge, selecting royal blue and gold as the chosen palette, representing the house colors of each family.

Elliot was already exhausted, and it was only the first day. To make matters more bearable, he had brought his butler along, hoping he could at least retrieve refreshments or food while Elliot was relentlessly fussed over.

The venue was chosen on the second day, and it turned out to be a rather simple choice. Naturally, they chose the largest church in the kingdom since the queen was certain to be present.

Elliot couldn't help but wonder why he even had to be there at this point. It wasn't as if his opinion mattered. 

Feeling the pressure of the day, Elliot made the decision to sneak out and investigate the manor alone. He roamed the corridors till he came to a room adorned with the Whitehall family's portraits, each generation beautifully painted. The images looked down at him with piercing blue eyes that seemed to follow every motion he made and striking silver-white hair that resembled Vincent's. Elliot was so absorbed in admiring the portraits that he didn't notice Vincent quietly enter the room.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" Vincent's voice broke the silence, drawing Elliot's attention to him.

Elliot crossed his arms and let out a frustrated huff. "I suppose," he muttered in response.

Vincent leaned against the doorframe, his tone softening. "Come on," he said, "I'm sorry for how my mother's behaving. She's not usually like this."

Elliot sighed, his arms still crossed. "I don't think my presence is really necessary for the planning," he said matter of factly.

Vincent stepped into the room, approaching but maintaining a careful distance. "It's our wedding," he said, his voice firm. "Sure, my mother's handling most of it, but you still need to know what's going on." He crossed his arms, mimicking Elliot's posture. "Whether you like it or not, we have to be in this together."

Knowing all too well that Vincent would unavoidably go through the courtship trials his mother was painstakingly planning for him, Elliot had gradually started to accept his fate. There was no point in being stubborn; Elliot knew, he might as well participate and go along with whatever Lady Luna had planned.

He let out another frustrated sigh, and exited the room without acknowledging Vincent's presence.

The third day proved to be the most stressful.

For the reception, Elliot and Vincent had to learn how to dance together. Elliot was a skilled dancer, he'd been trained in various arts since childhood, and it showed. He gave Vincent a skeptical glare as they started, evaluating his abilities before they had even had an opportunity.

Vincent was standing opposite of him, his expression unreadable but his posture straight. A gentle, swirling tune enveloped the room with its exquisite rhythm as the music started out gently. 

"Shall we?" Vincent offered his hand in a silent formality.

Elliot hesitated, then took his hand, as Vincent's hand rested lightly on his waist. He took the lead initially, moving around the floor with ease and confident, practiced steps. Vincent followed behind, taking deliberate steps that were initially a little stiff but eventually became more fluid. His eyes were filled with resolve, a silent effort to keep up.

"Not bad," Elliot said with a hint of a smirk. He was surprised to learn that Vincent could dance, of course he's an Alpha in a prestigious family, he thought. He wasn't as elegant as Elliot though, but he wasn't clumsy. At the very least, Vincent wouldn't make him look foolish in front of their guests, Elliot noted. 

"I'm not here to compete with you." Vincent replied, as they continued through a series of spins and gentle dips.

Their bodies moved in unison, exhibiting a fine mix between fluidity and control. They found themselves enmeshed in the rhythm as their pace increased. Their steps were in perfect sync, and every movement felt more organic. Their movements grew softer as the song slowed, drawing them closer. As it ended, they bowed to each other. 

"Not bad at all," Elliot complimented him, nodding in approval.

Vincent grinned at him. Clearly proud that Elliot didn't insult him this time. 

Lost in the rhythm of the dance, Elliot briefly forgot they were being watched. He was brought back to reality by the sound of clapping, and as he glanced up, he saw Lady Luna and his butler applauding. Lady Luna's look was one of quiet satisfaction; she was obviously proud that they had been able to work together so well and that they hadn't torn each other apart. 

With a contented smile on her face, Lady Luna said, "I guess we won't need dance instructors after all." Her pride and delight were clear in the way she watched them together, seemingly forgetting that her son was getting married to Elliot Leighton.

Elliot replied with a satisfied grin on his face, "Of course," he replied, his pride evident. He couldn't help but feel a certain satisfaction in impressing the Whitehall matriarch. 

It was then that Elliot felt the unmistakable rush of his heat approaching. His mind was racing as he gasped; his heat wasn't meant to arrive today or even this week. However, it must have started early due to the stress of the past few days. Even worse, he was in the room with an Alpha and he hadn't brought any suppressants. 

Elliot collapsed to his knees, his cheetah ears and tail coming out, and the wave of his heat crashing over him. He saw Vincent's pupils widen in shock, his wolf ears and tail came out too, as he stood frozen, clearly unprepared for the sudden shift. Elliot glanced at Lady Luna, who was already moving towards him, sensing something was wrong. His pheromones didn't seem to affect her, she was mated, after all, but the urgency in her movement was unmistakable.

Before she could reach him, Alfred was at his side, moving with practiced speed. The butler helped him to his feet, his presence a steadying force as he kept a wary eye on Vincent.

Lady Luna quickly stepped in front of Vincent, her hands gently but firmly holding him back. It was clear that Vincent was still stunned by what was unfolding before him. He covered his nose instinctively, but his pupils remained blown wide, a sign of his struggle to maintain control.

Elliot didn't like Alphas for precisely this reason. He found it incomprehensible that they would lose control over something that was so natural for an Omega. He felt exposed and vulnerable as a result. 

Lady Luna quickly called over one of the maids. "Take him to one of the guest rooms," she commanded, her tone sharp and decisive. As she exited the dance hall, she kept a firm grip on Vincent, pulling him along to shield him from Elliot's overpowering pheromones.

Alfred steadied Elliot, who was struggling to remain upright, his legs too weak to support him. Seeing no other choice, Alfred scooped him up effortlessly, carrying him with ease as he followed the maid to one of the guest rooms.

"Young master," Alfred whispered,"I always carry a suppressant with me." His words were calm, meant to reassure.

Elliot's voice was weak as he nodded, barely able to speak. "Thank you."

Once they arrived at the guest room, Alfred didn't hesitate. He quickly administered the suppressant, his hands steady as he worked. "You'll feel better soon," he said, his tone comforting as he stayed by Elliot's side, waiting for the relief to take effect.

More than ever, Elliot found himself deeply thankful for Alfred's presence. Elliot's heat gradually decreased as the suppressant's effects took effect, but the stress, emotional tension, and physical exhaustion of the previous few days left him feeling completely drained. Finally, his body gave up, unable to resist the overpowering exhaustion. His eyelids fluttered shut as the world around him faded and distorted, he sank into the welcome embrace of sleep.

It was now obvious that today they would be staying at the Whitehall estate longer than they had anticipated. He didn't mind, though, for the moment. Rest was what his body needed.


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