Ditched At The Altar Novels & Stories

I never could have imagined that on my wedding day, the secretary of my husband, Steve York, would suddenly have a miscarriage. To top it off, she burst into the chapel wearing her wedding dress, bouquet clutched tightly in her hand, her body soaked in blood. The entire room gasped in shock while I stood frozen, staring at her, my legs glued to the ground. Quinn Fable collapsed at the foot of the stairs with a thud, still stubbornly crawling toward me. Her tears and blood left a horrifying trail on the marble floor.

Everyone here who has laid their hands on me or thrown insults my way… Not a single one of you will escape. "Legal notices, lawsuits, and financial damages… I'll make sure each of you pays for every second of this." Callie shrieked and grabbed Peter as they tried to bolt for the exit, only to be blocked by the bodyguards. Anton's expression went ash-gray in defeat as he closed his eyes in despair. While cries erupted across the hall, I gracefully turned away from him, stepped over the shattered champagne glasses and torn remnants of the wedding gown, and walked out. Behind me, the air was filled with raw, heart-wrenching screams.

1 year ago A document is thrown on Diana's thigh by Alpha Darren. Alpha Darren also removed the wedding veil Diana was wearing. Diana had been in the bridal room, waiting to go to the altar, but it didn't seem to be going like a normal wedding. “Sign the document,” Alpha Darren ordered. He had both hands in his pants pockets and his eyes were very sharp, waiting for Diana to do as he ordered. But Diana didn't take the document, she just looked at it, making Alpha Darren sigh. “That is our marriage contract. I will read it to you,” Alpha Darren said coldly. He picked up the document again.

he had said in a tone soft enough to melt, while his fingertips brushed against my earlobe. Now, he wouldn't even look me in the eye. Travis pulled a neatly folded paper from his briefcase and slapped it on the table. "Our Alpha says the betrothal party today is canceled." With a collective gasp, discussions erupted throughout the hall. A female guest's voice was the loudest. "Canceled? But the time has come. Is he making a fool of the Frostfang pack?" Her mate chimed in from beside her. "Isn't it because of Lily Bauer? Yesterday, I saw Ethan buying strawberry pastries for her. He queued for half an hour!"

They nodded back in greeting before throwing the doors open. The sound of shuffling feets echoed around the hall as everyone rose to their feet. The musicians began playing and the sound soon filled the hall but I heard nothing but my racing heart. Everyone was probably whispering about me. They always did. “I'm glad she's the one the Alpha chose. I wasn't willing to sacrifice my daughter.” “Poor thing. She won't survive this marriage.” “She'll die like her miserable mother.” I flinched at the word “die” as I reached the altar. I wished they'd stop whispering. I wished Damon would get here sooner and get me out.

I knew his grief was just as deep, just as raw as my own. My mind drifted back to three years prior, to the wedding where Vincent had abandoned me, leaving me to the mockery and scorn of every elite family in New York. It was Leo who had walked up that altar, taken my hand, and finished the ceremony with me. That night, I’d laid an annulment agreement in front of him, and he’d torn it to shreds without a second glance.

Poor Tara. “I’m sorry, Tara. Families sometimes can be complicated. “It is what it is. So I decided if I couldn’t stop them, I would stop the wedding myself. I know what I did wasn’t right. The groom was also an idiot. I talked to him about how I didn’t love him. He said it’s okay as long as I give him an heir.” “Son of a bitch.” She chuckled. “So it happened. I ditched my groom at the altar. I was humiliated and got canceled. I put my family in a humiliating situation. I became a pariah. A week later, I was in the US.”

In that moment, the last of the New York fog finally lifted. The wedding was held at a private estate in Sicily, surrounded by fields of white lilies and the salt-heavy breeze of the Mediterranean. On the day of the ceremony, Damian—who had been ghosting the perimeter for weeks—suddenly crashed the gates. He was a skeleton of a man. His cheap linen shirt was torn and disheveled, and his eyes were wide with a frantic, jagged despair. "Elena! You can't marry him... I know what I did! Please, just one more chance!" He tried to lung for the altar, but Cyril’s soldiers intercepted him yards away, pinning him down.

The guests were too mesmerized by my ring bearer to even notice what was going on on the altar. “Lola, what’s going on? I don’t understand.” “Of course, you don’t. When have you ever understood anything other than sticking your penis into holes?” And right there, by the altar, she took both rings from Kaleb and dumped them on my hand. The ring box had a paper under but that wasn’t my priority now. “Have a wonderful day with your family instead.” She said and took off. It was then that the guests noticed what was going on.

Kyle Stanton misses our bonding ceremony. By the time the elder steps up for the third time to ask if we're still waiting, my phone buzzes. It's Kyle. He sounds exhausted and annoyed. "Naomi's having a severe separation anxiety attack. I need to stay with her. Serafina, just postpone the ceremony." I look out at the 218 clan members and the delegates from 12 neighboring packs. Then I take off my ceremonial crown. "No need to postpone it. The ceremony is canceled." Five hours later, Kyle rushes back into the empty hall, panicking at last. He thinks I'm just acting out. Later, he throws 100 make-up ceremonies to win me back. All he gets is an official notice from the Werewolf Council c