Left At The Altar Novels & Stories

The only person at the altar was the Elder, who would bless the marriage. I glanced around him as if expecting someone else to be there. “Didn’t Aster have groomsmen?” I wondered. Like me, he stood alone, with no one by his side. “I’d like us to get started—if you’re ready to pay attention now,” Aster teased, pinching my nose gently. He’d clearly noticed my wandering thoughts. Without waiting for a reply, he signaled to the Elder to begin the ceremony.

I looked through my veil at the people sitting in the audience. Marigold, who kind of looked proud, Phoebe who looked like she had rather be anywhere else but here. Luna had a sinister expression on her face because she knew exactly what this was all about. Hopefully, my cover didn't blow up before I could finish this. Caden stood in front of the altar in an expensive black tuxedo, which did not matched the stoic expression on his face. When I was in front of him, Lucas let go of my hand and went to take his seat in the audience. The priest said a few words, we exchanged vows and it kind of sounded funny to me, given what my mission was.

Flower girls scattered rose petals down the aisle as Evan, arm in arm with Anne, walked into the venue under the admiring gaze of the crowd. As the piano played its joyful melody, a symbol of happiness, I called the hospital to book an abortion. The guests whispered, as if I were the intruder, while the radiant couple on stage basked in their moment of glory. When their vows of love echoed through the hall, I couldn’t bear the probing stares any longer and fled in humiliation. Before I left, I glanced at my family sitting in the front row. They didn’t look surprised at all that the bride had changed.

Then, when the bride arrives, the groom is waiting at the altar with a big smile on his face as his bride walks down the aisle toward him. My case is different, as usual. The altar is hella empty, and I'm just walking down to nothing. There's a huge possibility that Reis has completely abandoned me on my wedding day and I'm going to stand at this altar alone, maybe marry a ghost or something. My heart felt like it was flying out of my chest the closer I got to the altar. Helene was walking beside me, squeezing my hand, silently telling me to just smile and focus. We got to the altar and shared a hug, but then her lips brushed against my ear as she whispered to me.

The caption read: "Thank you, Alpha, for calming my wolf. He gets so wild sometimes. @Freya #latenighttutoring #feelingsosafe" I stared at the picture for two long minutes. Then I clicked "Accept Offer" on the email. Once I'm in the South, we'll never see each other again. And that's a promise.

I hug him tightly, fighting the tears threatening to spill. "Come on, let's go." He takes my hand and leads me outside. --- I stand at the end of the aisle, gazing at the crowd. The entire pack and other important figures are seated, waiting for me. Zander stands at the altar in a black suit, his hair neatly trimmed and slicked back. As the music begins to play, I step onto the white-tiled aisle. The guests rise to their feet, watching as I walk toward Zander, my veil trailing behind me. I force a fake smile and clutch my bouquet tightly.

It makes me so overwhelmed with love for him, so crazy with desire, that I don’t think before I jump on him and lavish him with kisses. ~~~~ All eyes are on us, and it’s a lot of eyes—every member of the pack seems to be present. I try not to look at anyone in particular, my fingers curled tightly between Jaxon’s, my dress sweeping the ground as we walk to the altar at the front. To the left stand the elders, each holding something symbolic, their usual grim expressions in place. To the right are Jaxon’s mother and sister. I’m a little relieved Dana’s not with them, but I’m sure she’s somewhere in the crowd, scowling at me judgmentally.

“The bride may now walk in,” the High Priest announced, his voice booming through the microphone. A solemn melody played through the loud bass. Reluctantly, Ronan held his arm up, and I slipped mine into it. We started walking down the beautifully decorated aisle in slow steps. The close proximity between us made my skin burn with disgust and disdain, but I was willing to endure it; this was better than a bloodbath. I even managed a small smile. My eyes found Aldrich, who stood with his thighs spread apart and his hands folded behind him. There was a bright smile on his face—so bright that I wondered if it was real or fake.

Meanwhile, Darren was already standing at the altar, wearing a well-fitted mocha-colored tuxedo. Darren truly looked dashing today. The handsome man cast his gaze toward the woman who would soon exchange vows with him at the altar. A beautiful song played, making Alena even more eager to stand before Darren. Rose, Adrian, Gavin, and Jake were standing in the front row. They, too, would bear witness to the union of these two people in marriage. When Alena reached the altar, Taylor let go of her hand and turned to sit next to Rose. Now both Darren and Alena were standing before the pastor.

He said all dramatic and I fake hurt voice and fake tears. And he hugged me tight saying. "I Miss you princess." And I hugged him tight whispering 'i miss you too bro' and then we stop our crying session. And everyone go down while dad take my hand and all ready to walk me down to Altar. We start walking on the red carpet near the beach.... Everything is decorated with red and white roses and balloons, both the sides were filled with chairs for the guest where everyone was sitting. A sweet yet romantic tune playing in the background, and then I saw Aaron standing with his full glory on the altar, on his right the priest standing. I walked slowly towards him and then dad put my hand on his bu