Is Your All On The Altar Novels & Stories

He had shed some tears in secret. Amelia moved her legs slowly and they got to the altar before Graham dropped her hand after stretching it towards Drake who hesitantly took it and gently brought her forward to face him. The priest wasted no time in handing out the wedding vows which they both said their terms respectively.Everyone present adjusted their seat when they got to the crucial moment. The moment of pronouncement! “If you have any reason to oppose this wedding,speak up now or forever hold your silence.” The priest’s thunderous voice echoed through the microphone.

He looks down at me — really looks — and something fierce and protective burns in his eyes. “I’m going to end this,” he says. “Before he ever gets close to you again.” And for the first time since the altar shattered, I don’t feel like I’m falling. I feel like I’m being held.

I said, “I’m not performing.” “I wouldn’t ask you to.” “No coordinated hand placements. No staged smiles. No answering questions about ‘how beautifully this was planned.’” He stepped closer. “You can say whatever you want.” “Even if it makes them uncomfortable?” “Yes.” “You won’t correct it later?” “No.” I held his gaze. “Okay,” I said. “Then I’ll go.” The gala was loud in the way rich events are loud with a lot of attention. The Flashes. Whispers. Eyes all over.

APRIL We stood before the altar, hand in hand. Xenia, the officiating sorceress, was behind the altar, chanting something under her breath as she sprinkled a purple bubbling liquid all over the altar. I sucked in a sharp breath, finally experiencing the burst of excitement that the guys had been radiating for days. Now that it was about to happen, it felt like the most destined occurrence in history, nothing had ever felt as right as this decision to be mated with them.

The cat came near the trio. "Yes aunty" Allen was walking down the aisle alone. While the place was decorated perfectly. Kara had done a great job. Decorations screamed Allen and Sebestian. Elegant, charming, outstanding, and eye-catching, Jem was standing on the altar. Simon and Kara, and then Ohm and Jessica, were following him. Sebestian's uncle, aunt, Jace, Cat, other members, and their friends were sitting and waiting patiently for Sebestian and then Allen. Allen went to the altar and stood next to Jem. Her eyes automatically stopped in front of the door where Sebestian was supposed to come out.

Steeling my heart and tightening my grip around the bouquet of spider lilies, I made my way to the altar. Alpha let go of my hand at the foot of the altar. Three figures stood on the altar.

The air is a mix of moon-blessed incense and anticipation. “Aeliana, you need to relax,” Lumi tells me. “People are watching you, don’t lose it.” He tells me. “I’m trying Lumi,” I swallow. “I’m here aren’t I?” I ask, settled silently at the altar waiting for Kingston to enter. “But this,” I almost scoff, eyes glued on the centre aisle where a long path of burning coal has been laid out. It’s a dead tradition, Kingston shouldn’t have to do it, his father didn’t so should he? I wince at the heat even though I can’t feel it.

He bowed and retreated with his men. I walked slowly towards the altar, the place where the holy light was strongest. All his beautiful vows, his tender embraces… a gorgeous, poisoned dream. How ridiculous they seemed now, compared to the words on that scroll: *“Absolute priority. Above all else.”* As the first ray of sunlight pierced the dome and illuminated the altar, I called his number one last time. The call was cut off before it could even ring. I stared at the dark crystal screen, then placed three things upon the altar.

She pulled her staff from her back and stood at the altar. “Luna Laurel, stand back from the altar.” He gestured to a corner behind the altar. “Basil, Your Majesty, stand on either side of the altar.” Adolph stood on one side and looked across it at his son who seemed to be trembling with anxiety. Laurel stood off to the side behind Adolph, clasping her hands together and hoping against hope that this would go smoothly. The wind began to stir around them and she watched the spaces between the columns turn white as if sheets had been draped over them. The wind picked up and sparked as it swirled.

The scent of fresh earth and wildflowers mixed with the crisp autumn breeze, creating an atmosphere of peace and renewal. At the center of it all stood the altar, a grand structure of stone and wood adorned with symbols of the pack’s heritage. Two large braziers flanked the altar, their flames dancing as they awaited the sacred vows that would be spoken. The entire scene was a reflection of tradition, but with an elegance that spoke of the Alpha’s deep love for his mate.