Is Your All On The Altar Novels & Stories

“We are about to start up the occasion. This is the second mating ceremony and it would be the deciding moment for the couple. Will the alpha and his supposed Luna come to the altar for the final blessings to be said?” I looked at a worried Kayla who came to my side. “Are you okay?” She whispered. “You’ve been behaving oddly…” “I’m okay. I don’t need you to babysit me.” I walked ahead of her to the altar where I stood and waited for her father to take her hand and bring her up to me. This was the official handover. While on the altar, I looked at Mara who was still seated at the table drinking a bottle of spirit. It was clear that this bothered her as well as it bothered me.

Silas brought up the rear, his gray eyes fixed on Nell. They walked in silence. No birds. No wind. Just the crunch of leaves and the hollow silence where Nell's heartbeat should have been. The clearing opened before them. The altar stood in the center old stone, covered in moss, carved with symbols that seemed to shift when Nell looked at them. The moon hung directly above it, so bright the grass looked silver. "Stand there," Lena said, pointing to the altar. Nell didn't move. Rue stepped forward. Her gold-flecked eyes were wet. "Please. Just do what she says."

The altar of Moon Goddess Church was draped in white Easter lilies and gauzy silk, a vision straight out of a dreamy fairytale. Alaric stood at its center, dressed in a sharp suit with his hair neatly combed. His facial features were chiseled to perfection and sharp, while the tension in his pressed-tight lips betrayed a rare nervousness. Serene stood beside him in a pure white gown and a radiant, shy smile on her face. Around them, wolves bustled with the final touches as the final rehearsal of a grand mating ceremony was ongoing. It should have been our fifth mating anniversary, but he had all this planned for someone else.

he responds with a cheeky smile. “I don't think that is how it is said.” “Just shut up and enjoy your day,” he retorts. I listen and keep quiet as I stand at the altar, attired in an ivory tunic adorned with intricate silver embroidery, evoking the timeless aesthetics of ancient Greece. The gold accents catch and reflect the sunlight, imparting a regal aura to the ensemble. In front of us, sits all the Alphas, their wolves as well as ours. All of them watching and bearing witness to our union, while Harvey stands with me at the altar, waiting to officiate, per my request.

“If we are to survive this, we can’t keep ripping into each other like that. Right now Selene’s the only one who knows how she thinks. So unless you’ve got a better idea, we’re listening to her.” Kade grunted but didn't speak, his jaw clenched as he turned away. Jax broke the awkward silence by clapping his hands together. "Alright, good. We all reluctantly find ourselves on the same team. Selene, what's next? Please tell me it doesn't involve another collapsing tunnel." Selene looks at Luna and then the others. "The altar is not a location, but a trial. To reach it, we shall have to confront” “something… personal."?

Alessio's POV The bells of St. Patrick's echoed across Manhattan. I stood at the altar, looking out at a church full of capos. Their eyes were cold. Like they were watching a business deal go down. This was a deal. The last one. "Mr. Alessio Santoro," the priest droned on, flipping through the Bible, "do you take Aurelia Rossi to be your wife—" I nodded like a machine. "I do." Two words. Light as a feather.

Asher The stairs down to Santa Maria del Gesù sweat history. Lime dust, candle smoke, the wet breath of stone. Beneath the nave, the crypt opens like a throat. Men in black suits and old rings line the aisle. At the left of the altar, they have Alessia, wrists bound, mascara boiled into salt. A relic they plan to parade when the pledges kiss the ring. Bruce breathes once in my ear, his voice a whisper under my collar. “Two on the stairs. Three by the bowl. One, left niche, long barrel.”

Silver grunted at him. I somehow managed to read her mouth. She made it that obvious. "You look very beautiful. They are all watching you without blinking," Baxter whispered as he leaned in slightly. I nodded but kept my gaze ahead. I only wanted to reach the end of the aisle without losing my strength or dealing with another stressful moment. The music grew louder as we took the last steps toward the altar. I stepped onto the platform that was decorated with white flowers and a simple arch behind me. I stood there waiting for Ron to arrive while Elara finished her flower path with Bodhi.

He smiles as he wipes his face and we shake our heads as we pull ourselves together. Callie sticks her head around the door. “It’s time.” She is smiling but her face falls when she sees we are all in tears. “Those better be fucking happy tears, because who's gonna explain to Rome why his wife is in tears well not me.” She smiles and we all laugh. Dad holds his arm out for me, I take it and we follow Callie as we walk out over the pool and around to the metal gates. I stand at the top of the stairs as the wind catches my face and I smile when I see Roman, Sasha and Dimitri standing at the flower-adorned altar.

The guests fall silent, their eyes fixed on me as I take a hesitant step forward. And then I see him. Drake. He stands at the altar, his broad shoulders squared in a dark blue tux and his golden locks neatly combed back. As I gaze at his face, it begins to blur and suddenly, I see Ezra. Ezra. He stands at the altar, holding out his hand, his dark eyes never leaving mine. “If the sky that we look upon, Should tumble and fall, Or the mountain should crumble to the sea. I won't cry, I won't cry.