Being Left At The Altar Novels & Stories

Since Maria was away, at least I have Belle here. As I stand at the altar in front of the priest, the music stops. He wears customary religious garb and a golden cross cap. When it becomes apparent that the groom is still not present, murmuring breaks out in the gathering. Because I stated that I didn't enjoy the whole part of him waiting for me, we are meant to leave at the same time. My lips quiver as a flood of diverse feelings, including fury, hatred, betrayal, and most of all sadness come over me.

He put his hands in his pockets and kicked at the ground, his eyes following a small stone on the path. “I forgot you don't know about that either.” He looked up at me, his eyes full of hurt and his brow pinched to almost pain. “I was recently left at the altar.” “So you're not married?” I mentally slapped myself for being tactless as relief flooded my voice. I wasn't the other woman after all.

The atmosphere was filled with love and reverence, as the couple's families and loved ones took their seats, eagerly awaiting the bride and groom. Christiana and Tiger stood near the altar, their hearts swelling with pride and happiness. They watched as Lucy, adorned in her exquisite white gown, made her way down the aisle, accompanied by her parents. Abraham, dressed in a handsome suit, stood tall at the altar, his eyes shining with anticipation. As Lucy reached the altar, her parents handed her over to Abraham, symbolizing the joining of two families and the beginning of a new chapter in their lives. The couple stood before the priest, ready to exchange their vows and commit to a lifetime

I faced the window and quietly sat on the edge of the sill, leaning my head against the cold glass. Outside, the gray skies were heavy with clouds that refused to disperse. The mating ceremony. Earlier than it was supposed to be. Three weeks from now, maybe even less. They were tightening the noose while making believe it was a crown. Jay would stand at the altar, feigning that he loved me. I would be standing next to him, feigning that I was honored. The audience would applaud. The alphas would incline their heads. Agatha would smile in smug triumph.

She was arguing with the florist about whether peonies would wilt in the heat, and she was laughing in my arms every single night. My jaw tightens as the most haunting image of my life slams into me: the altar. The smell of the lilies, the hushed whispers of the guests, the heavy weight of the ring in my pocket. I had waited for her to walk down that aisle, but I never even got to see her in her dress and I never got to see her as my wife. “This was planned by someone,” I say flatly. “ An immaculate plan.” “Yes, sir. The vehicle was switched twice. Professional coordination.”

Sarah and Frank leading the way, followed by Adele and Stewart, Kim and Steve, Ana and Osmond, Jas and Shadow walked up the aisle before splitting to the right and left with Frank taking his position behind Ed. Ben stood at the altar steps anxiously looking at the door. He didn’t want anything to go wrong. He had got almost all of his elites and dark guards over to guard them. He looked anxiously towards Ed and Frank. Both nodded reassuringly, but he was too excited to calm down.

Alec peeps into the room and announces. I exhale sharply and nod. Mrs Hale walks me to the altar where the priestess of the moon goddess waits alongside Alpha Magnus. How am I going to survive him towering over me when we have sex? Just the thought of it gives me the irks. A wedding is supposed to be full of smiles between the bride and groom, and Love is supposed to be flying in the air. Yet here I am, fighting back tears of despair. I find myself wishing that Thorne is the one waiting for me at the altar.

His bet was that Anon would be surprised and love the result. The master of ceremonies arranged us in the hallway. I smiled as everyone stood up and eyes turned to us. I felt my heart beat hard with emotion for the great moment of my friend and love of my life. - It could have come with a smaller slit, right, princess? - Ben said to me through his teeth, as he held my hand and we took the first steps towards the altar. - My husband likes it that way! - I shrugged, spotting the disqualified major in the first seat, dressed elegantly in a light gray suit that I made sure to choose for that moment. Of course my panties got wet right away.

Candles flickered as an old pipe organ played a sacred hymn. It was a perfect replica of my and Caius’s first blood-binding ceremony. Even the light from the stained-glass windows was exactly the same. And standing before the altar, wearing the same black suit I had sewn for him by hand, was Caius. He had used magic to hide his scars. He looked utterly devoted, as if he were still waiting for his bride. “Welcome to our wedding,” he smiled, holding out his hand to me. I whipped my head around.

I couldn't decipher the emotions hidden behind his serious expression. Now it was time for the bouquet toss, and the eager girls gathered, ready to catch it. According to tradition, I was supposed to be carried up by Alex for this part. However, observing his solemn face, I decided to abandon that hope. Instead, I walked alongside him towards the exit. With a quick flick of my wrist, I threw the bouquet over my shoulder, stealing a glance to see my best friend Tia catch it. That meant she would be the next one to walk down the aisle, and I would proudly stand beside her as her bridesmaid.