Is Your All On The Altar Novels & Stories

We got to the podium and I saw Charlotte's fingers tightly cleaved unto the hem of her garment, which arouse my suspicion, My eyes began to travel through her features, but her eyes were locked in space, wide open as she stared like she was holding back her breath, "Good day to you all!" My husband George, greeted the whole house, calling bmy attention back from my thoughts, "I stand here before you all, in respect to the allegations made against me, Mr. George Katz," He began, and the clicking sound of the camera escalated, "I do not deny the fact that I was once in affinity with this lady over here, but I stand right here before everyone present in this hall to affirm and reiterate that wh

"Mother has convinced the elders that the ceremony must proceed. For Alora's own good." We go through a small turn in a corner, and the great hall comes into our view. The doors are more massive than the last time when I saw them. Inside, wolves scurry about, arranging flowers, lighting candles, setting up rows of chairs. At the far end, a ceremonial altar has been erected, decorated in the pack's colors. This wedding would be large and it irks me that it is a stupid one The binding altar. Where Alora will be tied to Alpha Leo forever unless I stop it. I have to do something

“They’re beautiful.” And then, at long last, I tilted my gaze up to the altar. Aldo stood beneath it, his brown eyes filled with love. An immaculate black tux clung to his body, accenting the breadth of his strong shoulders and the narrow cut of his waist. Beautiful. He was so beautiful. And beside him, dressed in a matching tux, stood our son, Eli Marcello. The rest of the world faded away. I forgot what we’d rehearsed, what I was supposed to do. Laughing, I tossed my flowers into the crowd and raced down the path towards the altar, towards my family, towards the only things in life that truly mattered.

In the church, the pastor gently reminded, "The bride and groom may now exchange rings." I, Joycelyn Chilton, extended my ring finger and waited quietly, but Theodore Gunther didn't move. He stared intently at the message on his phone before he suddenly tossed the ring and rushed out. I took out my phone and saw that Gwen Lithgow had just posted something on her social media account. The photo was of a hospital bed, and the caption read, "Came back all alone for treatment. How sad."

And all of them assumed she was happy. Her father, Don Romano, waited at the altar. His expression was the picture of satisfaction, a subtle nod indicating everything was proceeding exactly as planned. Beside him, Mark DeLuca stood like a statue: tall, broad-shouldered, dark suit immaculate, face unreadable. His eyes, normally so piercing, were unreadable today. Not cold. Not warm. Simply… contained. Mia’s stomach churned. She took her place at the end of the aisle and forced herself to walk. Each step was a battle between pride and dread.

|| Alaric's POV || The sacred grove shimmered under the full moon's glow as if the goddess herself came down to bless us. I stood tall at the alter, wearing my crown, waiting. Waiting for the love of my life, my beautiful luna, my mate, my dove, my everything. “You look nervous,” Ezra teased. “Give him a break. He deserves this moment,” Alexander interrupted him. “Can’t agree more,” Marcus said. They all stood by my side, wearing the blue tuxedos that we decided on.

"This is your first time coming to the city, so what do you even know about branded labels? "We're from the same village. Now, you're taking a stranger's side?" The woman shrank back and was too terrified to speak another word. Satisfied, Anton withdrew his gaze and grabbed Callie's hand. Then, he raised it high to display the dazzling matching rings on their ring fingers to the entire hall. Looking down at me as if I were a complete loser, he asked, "Myrtle, you claim that today was supposed to be our wedding day, but where's your proof?

The Alpha, Luna and the Princes with the Beta and other high officials were standing at the front of the altar while the priest was on the high step so he could be visible for all to see. He burnt some things together in the small bowl on the altar and was chanting some incoherent words as he made the fire bigger and bigger “Urgh this smells awful” Elora said with a small cough and Ore smacked her from the back “You had better shut your mouth if you still have a use for it” Ore scolded her but she just pouted before holding her nose together to prevent the smell from filling her nose She was busy looking around when her eyes fell on Jaqen at the front and they widened immediately

I had enough strength to attempt bursting out of the place before they could get me to the altar, but I knew things could turn out badly really fast so I told myself repeatedly to stay still and wait for the guys. They would find me just in time, right? Next, they tied me to a stake as they arrived an altar and a large group of men and women who were dressed in warriors attire began to chant an incantation loudly as the elder I was certain had used Blake as a pun in her plans was lighting the candles on the alter one after the other while reciting the same chant under her breath with glee. “Tonight, we’ve come together to finally render the long awaited sa—”

I said. “Is this really your final decision?” Alpha King asked. I nodded. “Very well,” Alpha King said. “Can you… Alpha King… can I humbly request you to be the officiant of this marriage?” I asked, holding back the quiver in my voice. Alpha King peered at me, his eyes heavy with a sorrowful helplessness. He bowed his head in a gentle nod. *** The battlefield had turned into an altar. Instead of the beauty of flowers and lights as the decoration, there was a gore of mutilated dead bodies and blood. The aisle my feet walked down was covered with cracks and ashes.