Bewedded Not Beloved Novels & Stories

"In that case, tell me a little bit about this colleague of yours. Who knows, I might get an idea." "He is a hard worker," Arsen began. "Before becoming as successful as he is now, he had a hard life with his mother. He loves his mother very much. Until now, he is reluctant to get married, even though he is already fifty years old." Mother? Lily fell silent for a moment. Lily just realized that Arsen had never once discussed his own mother. There was a faint tone of sadness when Arsen said the word 'mother'. "How do you know that your colleague is reluctant to get married?" Lily asked very curiously.

My shoulders shook as the mother and daughter duo continued to launch playful insults towards each other. Their bond was something I envied and adored. It was a sweet, mutual love that they proudly shared with each other. Sappy and joyful moments decorated the time that was spent together. The type of affection I never received from my own mother. She would never dare to send something so treasured my way. That was preserved towards her more favored child. “Go put your stuff up before I change my mind about feeding you.”

Venn miserably advised. “Venn, tell me, I'm hateful, right?” Kevin picked up a full glass of wine, drank it all, and asked. “No. You are the nation's husband. Many people want to be your lover. How can you say you're hateful?” Hearing the person next to him praising him, he laughed bitterly. So Emily is the exception, right? She said he was disgusting and chased him away as if chasing away an evil spirit. Ignoring Venn's advice, Kevin continued to order another bottle of wine. He wondered if he died tomorrow, would Emily go to the cemetery, light incense for him, hug his grave, and cry like she did when his younger brother died? Or maybe she felt he deserved it.

but she hadn't loved him. She still didn't. Over the years, they had found an easy friendship and Belinda did care for him, but it wasn't the butterfly-in-belly, fire-with-every-touch feeling portrayed in movies and books. Belinda liked to think the problem was that she couldn't feel the mate bond, since her wolf had not yet awoken. The alternative was too terrifying. It would mean she was too broken to love—a woman far past saving.

At least it would keep my hands busy, and keep my thoughts from weighing me down. As I passed through the living room, the sound of the television caught my attention. I glanced over, I froze in my tracks when I saw the image on the screen. Kelvin. And Kimberley. My heart clenched painfully as I saw the pre-wedding photos being displayed all over the news. My jaw tightened as I stared at the screen, my breath catching in my chest. Kelvin… The man I thought loved me, did too much this time around. I felt the pang of hurt and betrayal all over again. Within weeks, just weeks, they've gone ahead with wedding plans?

It was a joke for her, as if her husband hadn’t deceived her. But Alpha Ares wouldn’t do that to her. No, he can’t…. Right? Despite wanting to believe him, my inner wolf screamed at me in pain. It was the sound of a bond– sacred and warm— now breaking, being tainted and turning cold. I didn’t want to believe it but every passing minute of the pain and the bile rising in my throat didn’t let me think otherwise. Rising to my feet, I forced myself to head over to the Alpha wing, the one he’d slowly made his own– where I no longer felt welcomed. But today, I didn’t care about any of that as I ignored the staff greeting me. My head was clouded with painfully disturbing thoughts.

"Ahh, right. Don't be afraid of Belvedere. He bats for the other team. He won't fancy craving for your coochie." The last word he murmured near my ear sent tingling sensations down my spine! This bellend! He undoubtedly knows his way with women! Why does that mere thought suddenly evoke unadulterated bitterness in me? I just met him, for crying out loud! "Looks like my bride-to-be has pulled herself together, at long last. You can usher her now. Be careful. I love this lady more than my whole life." I fancied throwing up at his empty and meaningless declaration of love. The words 'bride-to-be' stunned me more than I can imagine.

I could do nothing but hug him. "I vowed to never return to a claiming. The years of loneliness start eating at you. I finally knew I could not stay away. Our brides are not just sexual partners, they're companions. When a bride's body is old and frail, unable to perform sexually, it matters not. Friendship fills all voids and a dragon is satisfied. The terrible part is knowing our time is limited once it reaches that point. I flew to your claiming vowing to never love again. Forgive me, bride, for it is you who will suffer the most. Please. Just... be my friend."

And I wished the worst for Bernard. As I received the invitation to Bernard's wedding, the weight of betrayal pressed heavily on my heart. The alpha's family, bound by duty, had to attend the celebration of our beta's union, a stark reminder of the love I thought was genuine. In my quest for closure, I managed to slip away from my guards, finding Bernard alone in his room before the ceremony.

"That's the difference. The Goddess threw Veda at my feet without giving me a choice. I. Don't. Love. Her." "That's the dumbest thing you've said tonight. Veda didn't land at your feet. She stands beside you. If you keep thinking that way she'll never love you. And you love her, you dumb-ass. You wouldn't be drinking yourself silly if you didn't. I don't know why love happens so suddenly when you discover you're mated, but it does. Your problem is that Veda doesn't have the same reaction. And before you ask how I know that, it's because she wouldn't be able to walk away from you if she did."