Lavendar Marriage Novels & Stories

Luciano and Alex clapped excitedly. "In the name of the moon goddess, I now pronounce the both of you husband and wife, Alpha and Luna. You may lift the veil and kiss the bride" Leandro closed the distance in between him and his woman and raised the veil off her face. "Damn. You look so beautiful" he whispered and Larisa blushed hard. Leandro leaned in and their lips had barely brushed against each other when a scream came from one of the men standing guard at the wedding. Leandro pulled away from Larisa and looked towards the direction of the scream.

She had never felt more right, steadier, and surer of anything than she did in that moment. Emma took her place opposite Lucus. How far they have come, from 'I hate you and I never accept you as my mate' to where they are now, on the verge of getting married. The head father stepped forward, and the hall fell silent. "We have come together today to bear witness and to celebrate the union of Lucus Madden and Emma James." The head father regarded them both. "A new beginning for the two of you. And a new beginning for both our kind; a melding of our worlds."

Brandon POv After a long stretch of silence, Cameron turned to the grave, crouching down like he was greeting an old friend. “Mom… this is Brandon like he told you. He’s the idiot who leaves all the lights on in our apartment and steals the covers. And he’s the one I’m gonna marry tomorrow.” I smiled, the corners of my lips twitching even as my chest hurt. Cameron looked up at me, then back at her. “He’s also the one who makes the best pancakes when he’s trying to apologize, and the only person who’s ever made me feel like I’m not broken.”

Inside was a ring—roughly carved from silver, the band still bearing faint etchings of a flower. Lavender. My fingers closed around it slowly. And then it hit me. The memory slammed into me without mercy. I was on one knee, rain soaking through my shirt, Iris laughing through her tears. "Callum, they'll hate me," she'd whispered. "Then we'll give them a reason to," I said. I slipped the ring onto her finger, heart racing. "We get married in secret. No contracts. No cameras. Just us." I said pleading with her with my eyes.

The lights were dimmed, the scent of white lilies filled the air, and the bed was adorned with scattered rose petals — a romantic cliché that somehow felt just right. Valeria stood near the window in a silk robe, her heart still fluttering with the echoes of the day's whirlwind. Her fingers brushed the edge of the windowpane as she looked out at the dark horizon. The ceremony had been perfect — dreamy, surreal, and full of so much emotion that she hadn’t stopped smiling since she said “I do.” But now, reality had settled into the stillness. They were married. For real. Not for a contract. Not for image. But for love.

Warning her for the last time. “we’re in the middle of something.” “Of course.” Vivienne turned back to Lora. That smile came back, sharp and merciless. “Lovely meeting you, Laura.” “Lora.” “Right,” she said, like she never cared. “See you soon.” She left, closing the door behind her. The silence after that stretched long. “Are you?” Lora asked. Her voice was quiet now, but not soft. “Am I what?” “Going to marry her.”

Margaret A month later..... Lexi got married today and even though she just wanted a simple wedding, Vladiv made sure it was a classic one. When Lexi had told Vladiv that Dr David had asked her to marry him, he had no objections since she loves him but that didn't stop him from asking the man a lot of questions and carrying out what he called background checks. The guests invited were just fifty people and Lisa Sparrow's wife was in attendance, we finally met face to face and she is really sweet. Sparrow couldn't make it since he had a lot of work to do back in Russia. Vladimir and Vladiv were surprisingly calm throughout the wedding, but it was more like only their mouths were speaking the

“Have the lawyers draft it. Anything under her name tied to the pack reverts to Sliver Claw.” Lisa nodded and didn’t argue. At home, wedding décor still hung—white rose wreaths and silver ribbons stamped with gold letters: A & S — Forever. Susan’s face sank as soon as she saw them. She ripped the wreath down and let it fall. “Forever,” she said softly. “How ironic.” Henry wanted to soothe her, but she was already tearing the rest— Balloons popped through the hall. Frames crashed to the floor, shattering into mirrors of light.

Not with him. I exhaled, “ Fine,” he smirked, “ keep your partners but it should private— I don't want to be tagged a fool twice for not knowing about my husband's affair,” Husband… a word I never imagined calling Kaden Petrović. I moved to the next line. “ And the date nights every Friday? Is that necessary?” “ Very…” He drawled, “ We're a couple. We should at least act like it.” I hated that he right so I didn't push it.

“For what? The grand inspection of livestock? I’ve read the dossiers, Gerald. Four daughters of loyal vassals, paraded for my approval. What more preparation does one need to select a broodmare?” Gerald’s face remained a mask of polite neutrality, but a flicker in his eyes betrayed his disapproval. He had been here for Charles, too. He had seen the before and the after. “They are ladies of noble birth, sire. This is the tradition.” “Tradition,” Makil echoed, the word bitter on his tongue. Tradition was what had dressed Charles in silks and led him to the altar. Tradition was what had demanded a public spectacle of a heart being carved out of a living chest. “Very well. Let us go and be tradi