Left At The Altar Novels & Stories

I really thought that for a brief moment, things were going to be alright. Maybe I wasn’t going to regret this marriage, after all. However, those hopeful thoughts vanished from my mind within seconds. The moment I turned my head to glance down the small, make-shirt aisle, I noticed that beside the altar, on the right side, was a wheelchair, a mask, and half a prosthetic limb. It was a terribly eerie sight but it begged the question. Where on earth was Alexander? “Um...” Where was he? Did Alexander somehow forget that today, he and I were supposed to be getting married?

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 say, taking in a deep breath With Kendra by my side, we leave the room, each step carrying the weight of significance. The aisle unfolds before me, a path adorned with petals and the hushed anticipation of our loved ones. Jim stands at the altar, his eyes capturing the essence of our shared journey. Each step towards him echoes with the heartbeat of this momentous occasion. As I reach his side, our hands find each other, a reassuring grasp that communicates a promise beyond words. The vows, carefully crafted, spill from our hearts, a declaration of love, companionship, and a commitment to weather the storms together.

At that moment, she understood that their love was not defined by their ability to have children, but by their unwavering support, understanding, and acceptance of each other. ******* The soft melody of the wedding march filled the air, creating an atmosphere of anticipation and joy. Arlet stood at the entrance of the grand hall, her eyes locked with Ruben’s, who stood tall and handsome at the end of the aisle. Her heart swelled with overwhelming happiness as she took a deep breath and began her graceful walk down the aisle.

The smirk is still on his lips. He turns and walks down the altar steps without me. His brothers follow. His cousins. Then the rest of the Valenti family files out of the pews in a smooth, organised sequence, as though this too had been choreographed, and I stand at the altar in my wedding dress watching my husband leave his own ceremony, and I am still standing there when the last of them reaches the door. Alone.

Along the way, I saw familiar faces—members of the Nightveil Pack, the Greenfield Pack, and other allied packs who had come to celebrate this special day. Alpha Bastian and Luna Athena smiled proudly from the front row. Beside them, Seraphina stood as the best woman, carrying Celine, who was wearing an adorable little dress, while Alaric sat quietly on his nanny's lap. But what I saw most was Alex—his eyes never left my face, his smile soft and full of promise. When we arrived at the altar, Kaelos placed my hand in Alex's. “Take care of her,” Kaelos said solemnly.

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.

“You can either stand beside me today and prove you’re capable of more, or you can walk away. But if you choose the latter, don’t expect me to come after you.” He stared at me, his chest heaving with frustration. For a moment, I thought he might walk away. But then he sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair. “Fine,” he muttered, climbing back into the car. The rings sat securely in my pocket as Ethan and I stood at the altar. The venue was breathtaking—white roses cascading down the aisle, golden chandeliers casting a warm glow, and every seat filled with family, friends, and acquaintances who’d come to witness this moment.

He declared and began pulling me out before I could let his words sink in. He walked to the door and Sarah and Cliff moved away letting us out. The bouquet I was supposed to be holding, was kept out and he took and shoved it in my other hand and walked towards the altar without giving me a glance. As soon as we reached the doors to the exit of the resort that leads to the setup for the ceremony, he stopped and glanced at me and took a step back, and walked with me next to him. He didn’t let go of my hand and only released it when we reached in front of the minister.

Ana seemed to relax but then looked at Lileth. “It’s perfectly fine. I talked to Julian last night about it,” Lileth said. “Don’t cry, you will ruin your makeup.” Lileth dabbed Ana’s face with a tissue. “Let’s get going then, shall we?” Alessia said smiling. I walked down the aisle with my arm hooked into Lileth’s. Gio turned to look at us when he heard the door open. He smiled at us both and kissed Lileth on the cheek when we reached the front. Lileth took her seta as I stood at the altar on the bride’s side. The music changed and everyone stood. The doors opened and there stood Julian and Ana.