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You have been dreading this day since you were told about it at the age of twelve. Just six years ago to the day, your world turned upside down. Today, on your eighteenth birthday, you were getting married. Turns out your parents arranged your marriage when you were born. Their hunting friend had a son who was six at the time and they all decided that a marriage between the two of you would be best to help produce the next generation of hunters.
You had only met your future husband once, and that was when you were just four years old. Dean had been a cocky ten-year-old and you had gotten along better with his younger brother who was two years older than you. Dean had watched the pair of you plus your younger sister who was only two at the time, while your parents had been on a hunt. You don’t remember much of him, but what you do is that when your sister had cried, he had been really sweet to her, rocking her back to sleep while humming to her.
During your early teen years, you had rebelled against the idea of marrying a stranger, but you had resigned yourself to this fate, mainly in order to protect your sister. So, you tried to stay in your room when you were home, reading and learning as much as you could about the monsters you hunted.
That is how you ended up in a wedding dress at a church on your eighteenth birthday, instead of going out and buying your first lottery ticket like most teenagers. The only thing about this day you had been able to choose for yourself was the dress you were wearing. Your mother had gotten everything else ready, even going as far as picking out the lingerie that had made you blush even just looking at it. Apparently, your future husband was a bit of a player and likes to sleep around, so your father wanted you to be able to entice him enough that he wouldn’t have to look elsewhere for sex.
Smoothing your hands down the simple lace gown, you took a calming breath. The three quarters length sleeves were soft and allowed for full movement. The bodice was form fitting but not overly restricting, the cut showing a little cleavage through the lace overlay. Completing the dress was the flowing skirt, which would also let you run if things went south. Not to mention the thigh holster you had on which carried your favorite 9mm ruger handgun.
Hearing a throat clean, you glanced up to see your parents standing in front of you. Neither looked like it was their oldest daughter’s wedding day, only like they were on a hunt that they wanted to finish as quickly as possible. Rolling your eyes, you wait for them to speak, looking forward to when you wouldn’t have to put up with them every day.
“Everyone is here. I expect you to behave like we raised you, civilized. None of your sass will be tolerated today,” your father said in a stern voice you knew all too well. It was the only voice he used with you unless you had done something he didn’t like.
Restraining another eye roll, you simply nod, used to his attitude by now. You had learned long ago that talking back was pointless and would only lead to punishments. Growing up, you had your fair share of cleaning guns, doing research until you couldn’t read, and being bait.
“I’m serious, (Y/N). Not a toe out of line or there will be consequences.”
“Yes, sir,” you told him, holding your tongue so you couldn’t tell him to shove it.
Your mom nodded to your father before grabbing your arm and taking you to the other side of the room out of earshot.
“I know you don’t want this, but we know what’s best for you. After the service, your father and John will be taking you two off to talk and then you will go with Dean to hunt on your own. They want to be sure the hunter lines continue, so do not give him attitude,” she gave you a stern look. “Do not disobey your father, no matter what they tell you to do. We don’t need to be embarrassed for raising a disobedient child. You will continue on our hunting lineage, even if we have to see to it ourselves.”
You stand there shocked. There was no way she was insinuating that you would be made to consummate this marriage today. You hadn’t even been kissed, let alone done anything else and knowing that you were going to be doing at least one of those today was daunting, let alone having sex with a complete stranger.
Really you should have seen this coming, after the birds and bees talk and the lingerie she had packed in your bag earlier. Knowing your parents, they would insist that they be there while it happened. Your face scrunched up in disgust at just how unloving your parents really could be.
“Don’t look so shocked, and do not make a scene right now,” your mother hissed.
“You can’t honestly expect me to have sex with him tonight! I won’t do that.” If looks could kill, you would be six feet under right now.
“Then I’ll go get your sister and she’ll take your place today,” she threatened
Your face drained of all color and you tried to keep your shock and disgust off your face. Your sister was two years younger and you had tried to protect her growing up. She was obedient to your parents, even more so to you, but you knew if they told her to marry Dean and have a dozen kids with him, she would do it. You had a plan in the works to get her away from them but you needed more time to set it into motion.
“No, no. I’ll do it. Rowan doesn’t need to do this for me,” you tried to play off the panic but you could tell your mother saw right through your act.
“That’s what I thought,” she smirked.
Without another word she turned to walk back to your father. Seething you let her go in silence. Before you could calm down and slow your racing heart, you heard your name being called. Glancing to your side you saw your sister walking toward you in her simple bridesmaid dress.
Taking a deep breath, you smiled as she made it over to you. No matter what, you would not let her see you upset about this. As far as she knew, you were excited to be getting married.
“Hey Row, you ready?”
“Shouldn’t I be the one asking you that?” she laughed.
Grinning, you nodded, “I guess so.”
She looked around with a conspiratorial grin and you knew she wanted to tell you something.
“What is it?” you ask.
“I just saw your future husband, along with his brother and father. Can I just say that their gene pool has been blessed by God himself,” she grinned, fanning herself. “You as so lucky,” she had a dreamy look in her eyes.
Forcing a grin on your face, you internally winced. If they were really that good looking and if the rumors of Dean being a complete player were true, then they were going to be disappointed in you. An eighteen-year-old virgin, with blue eyes, skin that burnt even in winter, and boring light brown hair, you didn’t inspire poets. You couldn’t compare to your sister; she was blessed with all the good looks in your family. She was tall, bleach blonde har, gorgeous hazel eyes, and skin that looked perfectly tanned all year round.
That, combined with the fact that your sister made a terrible hunter, made your parents even more eager to get you off their hands. They figured if they could get you married off, they’d have one less mouth to feed. You were sure that they were planning something like your wedding for your sister, which was why you were working so hard to get her away from them. After the incident that left you with a scar from wrist to elbow, they had banned her from any of the physical sides of hunting and just researching. They saw her as a burden, even though they preferred her to you.
Your fingers found the scar as you thought about it and you sighed. Not only were you boring to look at, you were covered in scars. Since you hit double digits you had been on hunting trips with one parent or the other. Mostly as bait. There had been some close calls on many trips, most of which left lasting scars all over your body. It only got worse when you started your period and then you were used to lure out vampires.
Shaking those thoughts out of your head, you see your parents glaring at you from across the room. You let your sister lead you over to them before they left you to go find heir seats inside the small church sanctuary. Through the small crack in the door you see them sit next to a tall dark-haired man you can only guess in your future father-in-law, John.
Rowan turned to you when they were gone and smiled at you. She grabbed your hands and pulled you in for another hug before stepping back and grabbing her small bouquet of flowers.
“You look amazing, and Dean is so lucky to be marrying you. I have always wanted to be just like you, you always know what to do. I love you so much.” She looked close to tears.
Holding back your own tears you squeezed her hand and smiled at her.
“I love you too, Row. So much,” she would never know how much you loved her or all the sacrifices you had made for her.
Grinning again, she chuckled, “Besides, I can’t wait to have a few nieces or nephews running around soon.”
You froze at the mention of kids, remembering what your mother had said. Before Rowan could ask what was wrong, you heard a voice announcing that the ceremony was about to begin. Your sister hurried around you pulling at your dress in an effort to make it perfect, as if a few extra seconds was going to make a difference.
Taking a deep breath, you smoothed your hands down your dress before shooing her away and grabbing your own bouquet of lilies. It was time to face the music, literally and figuratively. You put on what you hoped was a smile and stood behind your sister to wait for the double doors to open.