LOGINOPHELIA“Find him and lock him up!” The Alpha orders and the guards get to their feet, about to go after Damian.But I don’t allow it. “Stop!” I intervene, stepping in front of the guards.A few gasps fill the air, announcing the surprise of the remaining guests in the hall. I keep my gaze fixated on the Alpha who’s still resting on one of the royal guards. He glares back at me with equal ferocity, his grey orbs not backing down from my challenge. Tension in the hall rises as we remain silent for a while, neither of us saying a word.I must admit, his gaze is daring and authoritatively binding as an Alpha but I refuse to be intimidated. Damian may be his son but he is my husband and I have to protect him especially at this time where everyone seems to be against him.“The coronation has been pushed off until further notice!” Sir Wicker calls out loud and clear for everyone to hear. “We appreciate everyone’s presence here and we deeply apologize for the turn of events. Please, exit th
OPHELIAHe’s losing control.Everyone has their eyes on the Alpha as he rages over installing Damian as Alpha but I keep my eyes on Damian. His grey eyes are unguarded, a considerable amount of fury pouring all over. His fists are by his sides, and I can tell from the way his arms are shaking that he’s on the verge of losing control. If no one intervenes, this may lead to something very bad.“Father, that's enough. I will not allow you to come to my coronation and make a mess of it.” Damian hisses, his voice laced with a deadly threat.The Alpha turns around from the council Elders, a wild look in his eyes. “ You dare? You dare threaten me?” “Perhaps, you taught me too well.” Damian retorts and I gulp, anxious at how this is playing out. “As your son.” His Majesty remains silent for a moment before a disgusted look comes over his face. “No, You are nothing but the murderer who killed his own mother.” My heart thumps so loudly that I fear the guests can hear it. Damian’s face turns
DAMIANInstant silence cuts across the chatter of the wedding guests. Immediately, every single person in attendance rises to their feet, their faces an expression of surprise and shock. As all eyes are locked on the one person taking all the attention currently. My father, Murdock Crypthill, supported on one hand by a stunned guard and on the other, his single crested acne that he hasn't held in months before his coma. His eyes are cold, locked straight at me. And me…I literally am shocked, beyond measure, that he is out here. Yet unable to process if this is true or some mischievous prank. “Father…” I let out those words slowly and carefully. My mind argues that this is not possible. That Father would not be up at this time. That I am only seeing things because somehow I expect that I would have my father attend my wedding.Because what now? Having him here, with all the things that have happened of late. Would he even be proud of me being crowned as his successor? Would he al
OPHELIAMy heart slows down as we proceed into the hall, walking down the path created for us.A low ceremonial hum–ancient and almost haunting--followed. It sounds like it was woven from voices and instruments of the old age. The guests all turn to us and I try not to squirm under the pressure of a hundred pairs of eyes on me. Intsead, I focus on Damian who keeps his eyes ahead and walks with unmatched confidence.I mirror his steps, breathing out slowly to release some tensions. Some guests smile at me and I hear others gushing over how pretty I am.I don't see any negative reactions so far and this puts me at ease. “You're doing great, Ophelia.” Damian whispers and I break out a smile.Soon, we get to the stage and the officiator begins the ceremony.“Today, we're gathered here to celebrate a union of one of its kind. A harmony between two souls to blend into one. And we are the witnesses of this love story.”I try my best not to glance at the crowd, fully aware that each of my m
OPHELIAMy hands are shaking. As I stand before the double doors of the banquet hall with Damian, I realise I'm nervous–more than I should be.When I made the decision to go ahead with the wedding, I had thought thoroughly about it.I weighed the pros and cons and realised that the consequences of postponing the wedding was much greater than not.I know how hard Damian had worked for this day and how much resistance he had faced so far. I've only been with him for about a week now but the things I've experienced are beyond me.And that's what he has probably had to go through for the past years of his life. I had to remind myself that this wasn't just our wedding but also the coronation. And to Damian…that's everything. I had to put my feelings aside in order for him to achieve that which he has longed for. I didn't want to be a hindrance in his path.But now, standing before the wedding hall and listening to the guests waiting and anticipating our arrival, I wonder if I had inadve
OPHELIAA wave of nausea hits me. My senses jolt back to reality.My fingers twitch and I move my body slightly due to discomfort. My ears pick up shuffling and I tense, afraid for a reason I don’t quite know yet. What happened? Where am I?“Ophelia.” a voice calls out to me and somehow, all my nerves washes away. A hand, gentle as it can be, strokes my head. “Ophelia, can you hear me?”“Your Majesty, are you awake?” Forcing my eyes open, I squint, trying to adjust to blinding lights. My head aches and I can’t seem to understand why and my limbs have fallen weak, unable to move as I would want to.“O-Ophelia.” Damian’s face comes into view, his eyebrows furrowed and concerned. “Are you alright?” He cups my face with his hand and I nod, letting out a deep breath.“I-I am fine.” I utter then look around to notice we’re not alone in the room. Katrina is by my left, holding my hand shakily while Reagan, Sir Wicker, and even Henrick are behind Damian.Are we done with the wedding? What i







