Left At The Altar Novels & Stories

Sarah and Frank leading the way, followed by Adele and Stewart, Kim and Steve, Ana and Osmond, Jas and Shadow walked up the aisle before splitting to the right and left with Frank taking his position behind Ed. Ben stood at the altar steps anxiously looking at the door. He didn’t want anything to go wrong. He had got almost all of his elites and dark guards over to guard them. He looked anxiously towards Ed and Frank. Both nodded reassuringly, but he was too excited to calm down.

“It’s going to be a beautiful day.” But it wasn’t. For Leana, the ceremony was a blur of white and gold, a beautiful lie set to the soundtrack of string quartets and sniffles. She stood at the altar as her mother’s maid of honor, feeling Ryan’s presence from the groom’s side like a constant, burning brand.

“And I don’t need another ceremony. This is perfect.” His pack, her friends, this was exactly how a wedding should be. “That’s your cue to run, my friend,” Adele said. “To the top of the altar, to wait for her, not to run off. I don’t even think I’ve got control of my words anymore.” She shook her head, and Lisa laughed. Shadow leaned in, kissed her cheek, and then ran toward the altar. She saw there was a priest waiting. “This is happening,” Lisa said.

Lisa said, holding my gaze steadily. I chuckled. “I wouldn’t expect it any other way.” My heart thumped hard against my ribs as I walked down the aisle to the gazebo where the altar to the Moon Goddess had been erected. Lily escorted me, and Terri waited on my side of the gazebo as my maid of honor. On the other side of the priestess of the Moon Goddess, Andrew stood as proud as he could be with his Beta by his side as his best man.

Khana's heart pounded in her chest as she took slow, measured steps down the aisle in her pristine white gown, each footfall a whisper of trepidation. Her eyes, lined with kohl, were fixed on the altar where Richard, her fiancé, waited. She had dreamt of this moment her whole life – walking down the aisle, towards her soulmate to begin their journey together. She was staring at the altar and thought of the promise by her and the guy standing in the altar, holding a holy bible. As she neared the end of her journey, a strange sensation gripped her heart, making it hard to breathe.

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.

He said. “I love you too.” “Let’s do this.” He stretched his hand out. I took it and we walked out of the room. We stood behind the big doors waiting for them to be opened. On cue the music, the doors opened. The scenery outside was beautiful. I met Raphael’s eyes on the other side. His eyes were teary. I didn’t want to cry and ruin my makeup so I held it in. My grandpa and I walked slowly to the sound of the music. We finally reached the altar.

10:30 AM, in the waiting room. The groom, Alden, was extremely nervous. The closer it got to the sacred moment, the more anxious he felt. It was a stark contrast to the excitement and eager anticipation that many often described when experiencing the most significant moment of their lives. Taking a deep breath, he stepped back a few paces, trying to think of happy thoughts to dispel the unease in his heart.

(I can’t wait to marry you both. _____________________________________________ I stand away from the windows at the back door of the packhouse. I wanted to have a big reveal moment in this amazing dress, so the “aisle” begins at the bottom of the verandah at the back door. Hakeem and Gael will be waiting for me on either side of where the aisle ends up at the altar to Selene with Declan who is officiating our ceremony. Zak walks up to me, looking every bit the alpha he was born to be.

I'm not catching you," Hector chuckled. "What a gentleman," I said, giggling. "Actually, the complete opposite," Hector replied as the band began to play, signaling it was time to walk. The soft symphony of Savage Garden I Knew I Loved You played as Hector, and I walked toward the altar. When my eyes landed on Daunte, everything seemed to disappear, and I felt as if I was floating. Just as he had said in his note, he wore all black, his golden brown locks neatly combed. A smile graced his face as he stepped forward, took my hand, and said thank you to Hector. I smiled at Daunte as we both turned and faced Alpha Nicholas. A smile spread on his face as he began the ceremony.