Novel & Cerita Ante Tu Altar

Oh, look what, the girl who dies to see Aaryan is praying for not seeing him! Shut up conscience!!!! ........................................................................ Do vote and comments. Thank you.

the Reverend intoned in his deep baritone, "Mother and Son, Brother and Sister. You shall lay here together before the altar and leave an offering of seed into the womb, and leave together in peace and the sanctity of silence." The Reverend then nodded somberly to all of us and left the room. I was somewhat confused at that point. Although it is plenty clear now, I honestly didn't understand what was to come next. My confusion mounted as first Mama then Su lay their bouquets of Poppies on the altar

He said, "Spencer, hurry up and put this collar on. You and Lucille are going to be together for the rest of your lives, so you need to show her your loyalty, right?" He held the collar out in front of me. "Here's what you'll do: put on this collar, then crawl around the venue a few times on all fours and bark like a dog. Let everyone see just how devoted and deep your love for our Lucille really is! For love, this little sacrifice is nothing, right?"

“That was legendary.” I take a deep breath, flexing my wide shoulders as my wolf rising up to meet the chaos. “Most insane moment of my life.” “Let us go claim your Luna, Alpha,” Shaun says, slapping my heavy shoulder hard enough to ring through my armor. We step out of the shadows and walk directly toward the center of the grand altar, right as the heavy iron doors at the back of the temple bang wide open.

The music swells as the groom is called to the altar. The seats are filled with strangers. Not a single member of my family is in attendance, which is perfect. Those old sons of bitches better stay buried in that mansion. Blood won’t save them if they stand in my way. Cowards. Hiding behind my father like rats fattened in the dark. As I near the altar, Alfredo and Maksim stand. Alfredo lifts his ornate cane in greeting. “Congratulations, Zver,” he says, grinning like a toad. “Didn’t think I’d live long enough to see a woman whip you hard enough to get hitched.”

I experienced pure satisfaction as I visualized her crying from humiliation while everyone watched her. The loud phone buzz on my desk stopped me from continuing my dream state. The text from Jade my primary gossip contact outside the family arrived. "Are the rumors still working like you hoped? Has Ronan started asking more questions yet?" I typed back a quick reply with my fingers flying over the keys. "Phase two is on now. All research done and paternity test plan ready to go. Altar explosion coming soon." She sent a response that included thumbs up emojis together with fire symbols. She would provide assistance in case problems emerged at a later time.

Teago can feel the intensity of Alaric's anger bearing down on him, the consequences of his actions looming large in this tense encounter. Teago, his voice dripping with disdain, sneers, "You know, Alaric, my mate is leagues above yours. She's everything yours could never be – cunning, powerful, and utterly devoted to me. You may think you've won, but in the end, it's clear who truly reigns supreme." His words are like venom, poisoning the air between them with his arrogance and superiority.

“You’re stronger than you know, Ruby. And this baby… this life inside you… it’s ours to protect. No matter the father. No matter what Dante believes.” Dante stepped even closer, his shadow stretching across the floor, looming over them like a dark storm. “Belief? Oh… you misunderstand me. I don’t need to believe. I know. And soon… the world will know too. And then…” His voice dropped to a whisper, thick with menace. “…there will be nothing left for you to fight for.” Ruby’s fingers dug into Kelvin’s jacket. “I… I won’t let you win,” she whispered, voice trembling but defiant.

But he loved his company more. We walked down the aisle together, my hand linked to his. I had a forced smile on my face. He didn’t even bother with a smile. My eyes linked with Taylor’s. She looked worried. I gave her a slight nod signaling to her that I’d be fine. Truth is I didn’t know that for sure, but I hoped to be eventually. When we stepped out of the chapel, the cool afternoon breeze hit my face. Aaron leaned in “You held up well in there, Mrs Vanderbilt”

“I spent hours on my knees begging God to take this temptation away. Instead, all I could think about was bending you over this altar and fucking you until you scream.” “Then do it,” I whispered, nipping his bottom lip hard enough to taste blood. “Fuck me where you say Mass. Right under the cross. Make me your whore on holy ground.” A shudder ran through his powerful body. He lifted me effortlessly, my legs wrapping around his waist as he carried me up the three steps to the main altar. The marble was cold against my back when he laid me down across it like a sacrificial offering. Moonlight streamed through the massive stained-glass window above us, painting his tormented face in deep reds a