Semua Bab Alpha's Cursed Twain: Bab 271 - Bab 277

CELESTE’S POVAnytime reality hit me, I struggled—and it always managed to knock the breath out of me no matter how many times I remembered. It felt surreal.Me? Getting married? I never thought marriage and I would ever be in the same sentence. I had never once in my life paused to think about it. Not even after discovering my mate.Now, standing before the long floor-length mirror, staring at how perfectly the wedding dress fit me, reality hit like a raging tornado, a gut-wrenching one at that.“Why are you crying?” Flora’s voice came from behind me. I hadn’t even realized tears had gathered in my eyes until she pointed it out.“I’m… actually getting married, aren’t I?” My voice sounded as anxious as I felt. Flora only chuckled knowingly and placed a comforting hand on my shoulder.“The day I married Victor…” I tried hard not to flinch at the mention of his name. Though her mate had met his end, Flora stayed loyal to the pack and continued serving the kingdom. She had expressed her

CELESTE’S POVThe first thing that rang through my head the minute I opened my eyes—even before I could make sense of my surroundings, was the fact that I was married.A freaking married lady!What on earth was I supposed to do with that piece of information? I pressed my face into the pillow and punched it hard in an attempt to stop myself from screaming instead.Oh no, I can’t believe I actually let this happen. I was married, for Goddess’ sake! How was I supposed to process that?“If I didn’t know better, I would have said the concussion you had a month back might have gone deeper than we assumed.”I froze when I heard Killian’s voice above me. I thought he had left the room. The memory of what happened last night flooded my head, and I was a hot mess even before I raised my head to stare into his eyes.“Go away!!” I mumbled into the pillow, sounding so grumpy it was pathetic.“Come on, Mrs. Killian, what could possibly be wrong with you the morning after your wedding?” His hand br

CELESTE’S POVI thought that after the situation with Malthus, nothing could ever move me like this letter. Then came my marriage, which proved me wrong to the core. Then I thought I had had the last shock, and nothing else could beat that. But then I was sent a letter by my father to announce that he was alive. It sounded ridiculous to me. What the heck was I supposed to do with that piece of information?My father? He was alive? He had been, all this while. He heard about how I was being treated and followed my life story with complete dedication, but not once did he intervene to ease my worries. Not once did he think of telling me he was alive when I had cried myself to sleep a thousand times, hugging his pillow out of loneliness.If all those times weren’t perfect enough to show himself, then why now? Why would he spring up from wherever he was hiding all of a sudden and try to make an appearance in my life after I have sacrificed everything to smoothen my ride? Was he waiting for