Betrothal Novels & Stories

With shaking body and quickened heartbeats I finally said the two words which were going to bind us together. "I do." I took a sharp intake of breath. "I pronounce you as man and wife.You may kiss your bride now."The priest declared. I squeezed my eyes shut.I could feel my veil being uncovered slowly.Warm breath touched my forehead and I felt his thumb pressed on my head .For the moment I dared to open my eyes only to regret as his red furious eyes met with mine. He tilted our faces in a angle that if someone see us from afar,they would imagine us kissing hiding from others' eyes,which in a sense looks romantic.

I changed my mind when it comes to Tessa. "I understand where you are coming from, I know you are trying to protect me from heartbreaks". "It is not only that, you know our society doesn't accept that which you all fully aware of". He said slapping my head playfully, my face turned sour, I slumped on the chair again. There is a society we are in called Bridge Awe. It is a society where we support each other as friends, and also play dangerous games. Which Richard is the leader, I am the second in command and Rollins is the third on command.

"What? Why are you apologizing?" "Because I can't," I say, the words tumbling out in a rush. "I can't be with you. Not like this. I have to break my betrothal first. I am not an unfaithful person. Gosh…I shouldn't have done this. Pardon me. I have to be free before I can—before I can be with anyone else." His face goes still. "Betrothal?" I nod miserably. "Yes. To Ronan. The bad pack heir. I'm so sorry I didn't tell you earlier. I don't like him, I swear. It was arranged by our fathers. I'm supposed to marry him in two moons."

"Not unwelcome at all. Just unexpected, given everything else we've been navigating lately." "That's precisely why we believe the timing serves everyone well," Elena said. "This Alliance has weathered considerable uncertainty this past year. A formal betrothal between Riverline's heir and the crown princess offers something stable to anchor around, a visible symbol that whatever damage Damien intended, it accomplished the opposite of what he wanted." I considered that, recognizing the political wisdom underneath the sentiment even as something more personal settled warmly alongside it. "What would this actually involve?" I asked. "A formal ceremony, eventually

“Then don’t change the subject.” He threw down the papers. “I’ll get you a damn ring, alright?” “I want it now—not at the wedding.” Now he just looked perplexed. “For hating me so much, you seem to be in a hurry to marry me.” “It’s not that. I just want everyone to know I’m betrothed.” He raised an eyebrow. “Did someone bother you?” I didn’t want to talk about the creepy man who had made me feel uncomfortable in my own office. Hopefully, I’d never see him again. “A few men have taken an interest in me. If I were wearing a ring, that probably wouldn’t happen.”

My news must be triggering a good episode. “But what's this?” She holds up my hand. “Don’t tell me you're engaged?” I smile. I can’t help it, I'm so happy. “It's called a betrothal, momma, and at the end of a year we'll be handfasted. It's a werewolf tradition of marriage.” “My baby girl. College, dance, and a big werewolf to protect you. You're all set.” She pats my cheek. “I love you, Billie Marie. I'm so happy for you.”

“Laws like bringing your ex fiancee to stay in the palace, without my consent that is.” Dravon sighs, sitting beside me, bringing his hand on mine. “Look Elara there's a law that if there has been a long standing betrothal or engagement between two parties and for some reason one decides to back out, he/she will have to grant a request of the other party.” “What kind of law is that?” I ask incredulously. “It was put in place to avoid people making hasty decisions. It was also put in place to compensate for the other party's time wasted.”

That wouldn't come as a surprise with all I had witnessed so far. "Irene." He took hold of my hand, and to my relief, there was no vision. "I have told you before, and I stand by my word. You are the one restored to me by the stars. My betrothed queen. You are the only one I have eyes for. The only thing that saddens me is that you cannot remember. I waited thousands of years for you, and now that I have been blessed again, I would not throw that blessing away." "All of this is hard to take in." My lips pursed together and my forehead creased in exhaustion.

He chose to be with another woman instead, I was nothing but an omega chosen by a dying grandma, nothing but a chore Damon had to do. I remembered the day I understood what betrothal means, I had thought about my marriage with Damon since that day. It was supposed to be a joyous occasion, a day where I could shine as a woman who was loved and respected, but everything went wrong. Every single thing. As an omega, I had always dreamt of my wedding day. I imagined walking down an aisle strewn with rose petals, the air filled with the sweet melody of violins. I envisioned a flowing gown of lace and silk, its train spreading like a cloud behind me, and my mate woul

“Interesting.” We said nothing more, but from his actions, I could tell he would stand by my side. When we returned to the banquet hall, Leonardo seemed to have regained his composure. Vincent placed a document in front of us. “Sign it.” It was a marriage contract that formally established our engagement. The rest of the evening revolved around the discussion of our wedding details. Throughout it all, Leonardo’s gaze never left me. His attention was so fixated on me that he didn’t even notice Dora clinging to him, pouting and whining for his affection.