Novelas y relatos de Duskwalker Brides

The basement corridor felt narrower on the way out. Elara Higgins walked half a step ahead, the silk lining of her cream coat whispering against the concrete walls. Marcus followed close behind Chloe, his hand resting lightly against the small of her back—not pushing, just marking his presence like a low, vibrating chord. They reached the heavy steel fire doors leading to the lower press paddock. Through the thick glass panes, the strobe of camera flashes pulsed against the gray masonry like heat lightning.

One of the clerks asks. "I want your best consultant. My wife needs a wedding gown. We are having our wedding celebrations on Saturday. I want the dress to fit perfectly. Before we walk out here today, I'm on the dress to be ready," Damon says. "Yes, Mr Winters, we will go and get you our best consultant. We will ensure that the dress is ready before you walk out of here," The clerk says.

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.

Calian POV I walk through the crowd, up the stage where members of the werewolf council place their hands out for me to shake. Soft music starts to play in the background, becoming louder as the crowd starts to part to reveal Dessa walking in a white flowing dress, Athan in a tux by her side. She walks with a bouquet of flowers in her hands…my eyes slam shut as whispers start to stir again in the crowd. “Is this a wedding as well..” Luna Esta’s voice is hard to miss even over the rising ambience.

The toddler was dark-haired and as cute as a button. Jasper raised a hand and beckoned them forward. “This is Becca Duran, our Prowl Leader, and this is her mate, Jaylon Ross, Alpha of the Deep Water wolf pack.” The older man inclined his head. “I’m Chester Polk, an elder from the Wind River Cougar Pride. I wish we were meeting under better circumstances, although I understand congratulations are in order.” Becca nodded. “Yes, well, thank you, Chester.” “We came as soon as your mate wired. Wind River is pretty remote, as you may remember, so your news didn’t arrive as quickly as I’m sure he hoped. I’m sorry for your trouble.”

“Nothing. Yet.” “You said you’d bring her.” “I said I’d help you. She clearly doesn’t want this, Lycan.” “he’ll be here,” I muttered. Rosa smirked. “She won’t.” Daisy’s POV Dickson and I sat in a small restaurant near the wedding venue. I had calmed down—barely. “I’m giving you five minutes,” I said coldly. Dickson nodded. “Lycan had a wife. And a daughter. He never told you that.”

he said, his tone leaving no room for delay. Mother gestured for him to have a seat with a warm smile. “Thank you for coming on such short notice. Let’s see what you have for us.” Beta Alex meticulously laid out the documents, and Father quickly reviewed them, signing where required. “Alpha Hayden insists that marriage preparations begin immediately,” Beta Alex announced. My eyes widened in shock. I hadn’t anticipated such an urgent timeline. Freya shot me a calming glance, trying to steady my nerves. Beta Alex brought out an envelope with the Duskfire pack crest from his briefcase. “Alpha Hayden invites you and your family to an exclusive gala next week. He’d like to meet his bride-to-be.”

Crystal said, “What if she’s some sort of undead?” “I don’t know...” Walker shook his head, “Get back to Dante as soon as possible. They’re going to start the dance soon.” The dance—almost like an insane version of musical chairs. A person danced and danced with different people for a duration of a song—typically about five minutes—and then, somehow, whoever they’re standing in front of when the song ends is who their mate is. “It’s almost time..” Walker whispered as Jadis and a few of the other witches zeroed in on the elders who were still seated and emotionless at their table on the stage—none of them masked, but they were in their gaudy robes.

he shouts back from the kitchen. “Get in here!” “I’m doing something!” “Now, George!” I demand, impatient. From the other room, I hear a loud sigh, and know that I’ve won. George, DuskWood’s former Gamma, is not the kind of man I would have thought I’d take as my husband. But, as we’d been exiled together, there weren’t many other choices. Besides, the man would do anything for me, and there was a certain appeal in that, even if I wouldn’t say I loved him.

She was pacing the floor when saw him walking inside. “Adam... what happened...where was you have been at this hour of night?” “Why are you waking you at this hour, Grandma? You should take care of your health.” Adam scolds her instead. “You tell me... where are you coming from?” “You are not either sleeping but roaming out at this hour of night.” She said cupping his face. Adam sighed, “Grandma, I just went for the drive, not able to sleep tonight.” “Son, I know you, so don’t try to hide anything from me,” she looked at him turning his back to her she continued, “listen son, I can still stop this marriage, if you just say me once. I’ll call it off right away.”