Duskwalker Brides Novels & Stories

I am just twenty one years old, while Warrick is forty-six — old enough to be my father. Yet he wants to marry me, and my father and stepmother agree without any opposition. I step out of my hideout,narrowing my gaze down the lonely road to see if my sister is coming. She helped me escape this morning. I still don’t know why she’s helping me…… But I take it anyway. What choices do I even have? Marry the biker president who will make my life a living hell, or take Daisy's advice and flee California? She said Greece is good. Mykonos would fit me, or even Africa if I am too scared that he will come looking for me in Greece.

“And let me introduce you to my mate, Darcia Ruthwell. He’s the future Alpha to the Midnight Hunters pack in Portland.” “Hi, nice to meet you.” I gave him a small smile before turning to the other woman. “And who might you be?” “Freya Wilder,” she told me with an annoying smile. “Cameron’s mate and the future Luna of this pack.” Fucking hell!

My lips expand in a fake smile. “Save your apology. My mother is fine and healthy. Do you do wine?” “I don’t drink. Never drank before.” “I wasn’t asking.” She scoffs in amusement. “To survive in Duskwarren, you must learn the ways of the pack. Duskwarren is more dangerous than Virethorn because of the poor leadership of my stupid brother, Drago.” The last statement comes out with disdain. “Whatever. Enough of my lectures. Time for fun!” Yanking my arm, she leads us into the building.

She took me with her, my head turned back as I tried to lift a little of my dress off the ground, and eyes met Damon’s empty eyes briefly before I turned to face forward. “Everyone meet Lara..” Luna Elena introduced me to a group of other women. “She’s from the Duskwatch pack.” She added with a smile. She didn’t mention anything about me and Damon, and I appreciated that. I smiled and bowed my head at them. These women are so fun to be with, and they converse really well too. I’ve had a couple of drinks— Everyone keeps offering me a glass as they also drink. They might not know, but I have a light head for alcohol. This is a party, but I have to reduce my intake at this point.

Horrified by the thought that she’d let a stranger cuddle her, she shot up and scrambled backward. “Who are you?” she questioned—“What did you do to me?”—wary of any person who came near her. “Grayson Walker.” He stood from his crouching position and reached out a hand. “Sheriff of Silvercreek. You passed out when you saw me. I knew I had an effect on women, but I’ve never known them to faint on site.” Bree stood up without his help and brushed the seat of her pants. “Brianna Stone.” She reached out to shake his hand. “I’m sorry I’ve been having these intense headaches, but this is the first time I fainted.”

He stood right before her and spoke like he was closing a deal. “ We all know that I am the real father of Alana’s child.” The words fell like stones into water rippling across every soul in the room. “No,” she gasped. “Braxton…you of all people, you know that’s not true. You know.” But he didn’t respond to her, Instead, he turned to Kayden, who was reeling with rage. And from his coat, he pulled a scroll—gold-wrapped, sealed. “The treaty,” Braxton said simply. “Between Duskwood and Darkfang was had been signed…this morning.”

In a snap, Jasper fade and replaced by Dustine. “Glad that I’m dancing with you.” Dawn let her thought be heard. “I am too.” Then they dance with the music. They just stopped when Magus announced something. “Since everyone is here, I would you all to know that my only Grandson, the Alpha Dustine will be married to e tonight with the heiress vampire, Kritisha Luana.” The crowd cheered and applaud when Kritisha walking elegantly until she is beside Magus. While, Dustine forced drag by Blaez, so that he can be in front also. “From this day on, by my power, I pronounced them married.”

Ravena's POV "What?" I breathed. Celeste clasped her hands in front of her and took a small breath. "While I was at the atelier, there was a woman from the Duskridge Pack at the counter. She had come in to place a rush order for a gown. The seamstress I was speaking with stepped away to help her, and I heard the details." Celeste paused. "The order was for Alpha Duskridge's daughter. Her name is Mara. She is getting married, and the atelier was told the order needs to be completed as quickly as possible."

Mordecai pulled from the kiss and I whimpered. "Maybe I was... a little excited already earlier," I nervously chewed the piercing on my lip. "The thought of riding you and being filled with your seed excites me." I let out a growl and he quickly returned it. The autumn coloring of his eyes lit up as his body grew rigid. The tenting in his shorts grew massively. I had suspicions that Dusk was a breeder, having never met the soul of Philo. Meaning he'd never had a male mate ever in a lifetime, so pushing his buttons would be easy. Being told filth involving acts of breeding would have his wolf pushing forward quickly.

" How poetic? It's been a week since I left the Crimson Dusk Pack. So I'd be staying here for now, until I leave for college—if I eventually get in. I grabbed a glass of wine from a passing waitress and downed it at a go. I looked over to the platform, watching as the priest completed the mating ceremony and mother was practically grinning from ear to ear. I couldn't help the small smile that tugged at the corners of my lips. She made a beautiful and happy bride. She is just thirty five years old, so it's expected that she still has her beautiful and sexy body intact. And the way Alpha Damien looked at her, like she was his world, made me fulfilled.