Left At The Altar Novels & Stories

I reached out for her arm, “I need an opening for Blair.” She looked at me, realization dawning onto her, “Oh, she’s the target. I got you. After the vows then?” “Yes.” I confirmed, “Stick with me for a bit then you’re free to go.” Marcus and I were seated not too far from the altar. I couldn’t register any of it, in all honesty. The bride passed me, stood at the alter, kissed the groom as the sun set behind them and the little crystals in the air lit up, leaving everyone in awe. I’m sure it was beautiful but good fucking grief Cristo was right there! As the best man no less!

His mind was elsewhere. Leah finally reached the altar, standing beside Liam. She took his hand, her fingers interlocking with his. She leaned in to steal a kiss, but Liam turned his head slightly, causing her lips to land on his cheek. It was a subtle but telling gesture. The wedding ceremony had reached its pivotal moment. Liam and Leah stood at the altar, ready to exchange their vows and seal their commitment to each other. The grand hall was filled with guests, and all eyes were on the bride and groom.

It was a perfect day, a day that would forever mark the beginning of a new chapter in our lives. As I stood at the end of the aisle, my heart fluttered with anticipation. I couldn't help but steal glances at Theron, who was waiting patiently at the altar, his eyes fixed on me. He looked dashing in his tailored suit, his smile radiant and filled with love. In that moment, I knew I was the luckiest woman in the world.

"I don’t know what I’d do without you." "You don’t have to do anything alone," Sarah said, squeezing Kamila’s hand. "We’re all here for you." When she was finally ready, they left her in the room to collect herself until it was time to walk down the aisle. Kamila took a deep breath, feeling a mixture of excitement and nerves. This was the moment she had been waiting for, the moment that would change her life forever. Outside, the guests were already seated, the pack members and allies who had come together to celebrate this joyous occasion. Dylan and Ryan stood at the altar, side by side, their anticipation palpable. They exchanged glances, both feeling the weight of the moment.

Stella’s P.O.V. A Few Months Later The church is adorned with white roses and golden lights. Alex and I walk down the aisle, arm in arm, to take our seats. Mom is standing at the altar with Henry, their hands clasped together, their love for each other visible at every glance.

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.

Her long, delicate veil fluttered gently in the breeze. She walked towards the altar with elegant and confident steps, holding a bouquet of flowers that perfectly matched the decorations. Her eyes were fixed on me, and she wore a radiant smile. I maintained my firm posture despite the intense pain I still felt. I approached the altar, extending my hand to receive her. Lauren held it delicately, and together, we positioned ourselves before the priest, who was ready to begin the ceremony. "We are gathered here today to celebrate the union between Alpha Gideon and Lauren," the priest began, his voice echoing through the courtyard. "Love is a sacred bond that unites two hearts, and today we witn

No more delays right? The venue appeared, a charming garden hall in Central Park, cherry blossoms in full bloom, guests milling outside. The car stopped, and Mr. Hale helped me out, his arm linking mine. "Ready, sweetheart?" he asked. "As I'll ever be," I said, heart pounding as we entered the hall. Soft music played, flowers lining the aisle, friends and family turning with smiles. But as I scanned the front, dread hit—Marcus wasn't at the altar. His best man, Tom, stood there alone, shifting uncomfortably.

It was as if I were a precious treasure that he needed to care for faithfully. I finally understood why my mom had mentioned my betrothal when they first found me. It was because they knew that Hunter was someone worth entrusting my life to. However, my whole heart had been focused on Theodore then, so I hadn't cared about the supposed betrothal. Fortunately, I hadn't missed my chance with Hunter. Soon, my wedding day arrived. Noah drove the wedding car and delivered me to the hotel for the ceremony. I was feeling quite nervous, so I rolled down the window to get some fresh air. That was when I noticed that Alvin and Theodore were in the car next to ours.

Behind him was Rafael, serving as his Best Man. The entourage followed suit, adding to the grandeur of the procession. Finally, Aleah appeared at the church entrance, arm in arm with Alfredo and Elara. She had requested her mother and Alfredo to escort her to the altar. Standing at the doorway, Aleah glanced at Hunter, who was waiting for her at the altar. She realized that once she reached him, there would be no turning back—a point of no return. Yet, instead of feeling regret, she was filled with a mix of nervousness and excitement. She couldn’t help but question why, despite the contract underlying their marriage, her emotions seemed so genuine and heartfelt.