Duskwalker Brides Novels & Stories

I mean he bought a whole Island and a yacht. We had a spa session then in the evening, we hosted a bonfire wine party. We had to invite more girls to the island paying for their flights as well. It was fun spending money I didn't raise a hand to work for, Asphalt is such a blessing to me. “Congratulations, Janet, your husband is so loving. He must really want you to be the best bride of the year," one of the guests praised while I smiled at them. “So when is the wedding?," Another woman asked to join the circle.

Her eyes fell on his ring and she asked, "You did not come with your wife? " "No," he replied, "She's dead." Kamsi's size diminished in embarrassment. She wouldn't have asked. She should have known. Michelle talked about her siblings : Her elder sister who was the breadwinner in the family and her elder brother who lost his wife at childbirth. "I_ I'm sorry, " She said. Mark came into the house with a carton of malt which he dropped on the floor and began walking towards the duo. Kamsi looked at him briefly then looked at the widower infront of her whom she had unintentionally roused the emotions of his dead wife.

He moved like a creature accustomed to hunting in deep snow. "I wished to observe the woman I am escorting to the Lord Alpha," Kaelen said, his golden eyes narrowing as he studied my face, my posture, the tight set of my jaw. "Most human maidens weep when the decree is read. They faint. They beg their fathers to pay the gold exemption." "My father's gold is spent securing my sister's dowry," I said coolly. "And weeping has never solved a single problem in my life." A ghost of a smirk tugged at the corner of Kaelen's scarred mouth. "No. I suppose it hasn't."

All the attention was focused on us. Damien snake his hands around my waist as we walked. My dress was sparkling like a star. It was a long off shoulder dress made of diamonds. There was a cut that stopped at her thigh. The dress hugged my tiny waist, bringing out my curves. We were the centre of attention now. They kept taking pictures of us from different angle. Some business men kept coming , shaking hands with Damien, giving me a list stare when leaving. I noticed a lady giving me deadly stares. When our eyes meet , she suddenly smiled. Not a nice smile tho. You know this Cinderella's stepmom's evil smile.

Smiled. “Instead,” he said, stepping back, “I’ve asked someone else to be my bride.” My knees nearly gave way but I stood still, every cell in my body screaming. Out of the crowd, she stepped forward. Clarissa. My sister. Wearing my dress. "Liam," I breathed. "What are you doing?" He didn’t answer me. He extended his hand, to her. “Clarissa, love, come here.” And just like a rehearsed pageantry, she strode down the red carpet, a smile carved on her lips as she walked towards him, confident, calm and cruel.

I couldn’t understand him. He cleaned himself in the spring, scrubbing his skin, and I watched him silently, even as he walked out. As he made his way to the horse, water cascaded down his skin, dripping onto the floor until it puddled beside his feet. He dressed, then dug through his pack as he spoke to me. “I will get a fire started. We will spend the night here and hopefully arrive at the Southern Kingdom the day after tomorrow.” I nodded, wrapping my arms tight around myself. The spring water still clung to my skin, despite the shirt and the cloak around me. Cerus moved at a slow pace, his breath leaving his lips as a white cloud.

"We are moving right now before Dexter realizes his strike team failed." I nodded. But what about Janet? And who is this Dexter? A part of the board members at the facility? This question worried me, but I kept it. The journey back down the mountain path was long and tense. Caleb and five of his strongest wolves were using the trees to keep their eyes on the perimeter while Damon dragged Linda through the mud. I heard this woman was his wife. Why would a wife betray her husband? Fenrir walked slowly beside me, resting his hands on my shoulder for support. “Sh.”

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.

“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.”