Chapter 48: 6


    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 epted 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.”


    rm lept into his throat. “Oh shit. I’mte,” 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 ced her finger over his lips.


    “After you brush,” she grinned.


    Gordon grinned and kissed her cheek. “I’ll see youter,” 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 ck 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 ce 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 fourrge


    tents set up to make onerge 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 beingte while fixing his vest and jacket. “Sorry,


    I’mte,” 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 thest 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 ssy 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,” Darrellmented. “Way to go,” Darrell high-fived Gordon. “Look at you


    being a yer.”


    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 brideing 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 wouldst. 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 apuded. 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 congrattions.”


    “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 hadnded the wife he had. The man was freaky ugly. “Andst 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 ying. 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 Tequ Sunrise for


    herself. When she turned around, Mackenzie stopped short so she didn’t bump into Gordon’s ex, who


    was ring 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 somece more private.


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    ***


    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 ce.


    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 d 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


    rtionship 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 cane from bringing humans into the fold. This is going toe back and bite you in


    the ass. I’m going tough 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.”


    Gordonughed. “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


    dors down the drain.”


    “Your shoes cost a hundred dors?”


    “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.