Matrimonio Novels & Stories

he murmured, almost sighing in relief, "and just so you know, we might have not married for love, but you're still my wife. I'm loyal and I never sleep around or do questionable things. It's only you, Sofia." My heart melted, eyes softening. His words sounded sincere. Dominic's grasp on my face grew firmer as he leaned in, planting a light kiss on my forehead. "Goodnight," he murmured. "Goodnight," I responded softly, allowing his words to sink in and making a decision there and then. I'd be loyal to my husband too through thick and thin.

I asked, presuming the worst. "No," he said, amusement audible in his voice. "We have… a different type of work to do." "Like what?" My mind restlessly processed through the issues I might have forgotten about. "Our wedding." He chuckled. "Oh…" Was it weird that I stopped thinking about the fact that we needed to actually get married to become husband and wife? Contractual married looked a whole lot simpler in romances and dramas. Two people went to the registry office, signed papers, got their stamps, and were married. Aren needed proof that our relationship was genuine, although I still wasn't sure how far he was willing to go to prove that. Luckily, we had no problems with our intimacy an

He whispers without looking at me, but I quickly glance at him and, not knowing what to say, turn my gaze back to the priest. ... "I now pronounce you husband and wife!" These final words definitively closed my shackles. I know very well it's not a real marriage, and everything in this temple is just a simple act. However, all the rules of this contract literally bind me to the D'Angelo surname, and every step of mine will be dictated by the stunningly beautiful and annoyingly sexy man beside me. My eyes fixate on the white gold ring on my ring finger and the delicate and beautiful solitary stone, large enough that I know, is every bride's desire to receive. Then, I slide the wide band ring

I groaned at him. “Well, I’m sorry I don’t feel like this would be possible” he replied to me. “And why is that?” I asked him. “I really value you, you’re in seperab….” Creed said as he was cut in by Erica. “...Listen you better keep that junk to yourself, do you know that being a mate to a low-ranked cheap omega scoundrel like you is going to make me lose my title and everything I’ve worked for years?” I groaned angrily banging my table.

she says as I smile at Bentley. She waved at me with a big smile on her face and Mara puts her in her walker as we talk. "Good morning, boys. You guys ready to start the day?" Mara says, grabbing her coffee and kissing Z. "I mean, hell, I have to be. I'm getting married in six hours. Knowing my wife, she's probably been up since seven." I say, taking a sip of my coffee. Suddenly my phone rings. A smile paints onto my face as I answer.

The wedding and coronation ceremonies went very well in my eyes, maybe this was due to being tied to Ryder for the rest of my life as his wife as well as his mate. I sometimes think this is a new tradition brought in recently with mates getting married as once you’re marked you have a bond for life and this is normally only broken when one of the pair dies, but this has been changed again with more mate pairs rejecting each other either from the beginning or when they no longer want to be with the other person later down the line.

“I don’t even know what my last name is, but I feel completely fine about everything because I have you guys. How strange is that?” “Your last name is Lyall,” Alaric said. “But you could change it to our last name, Valko. We haven’t talked about that yet.” “Are we—” Thea paused. “Are we married?” “Kind of, but no. We're mated. We marked you in a mating ceremony,” Conri said. “That’s the werewolf equivalent of a wedding. The marks are what bind us together. The human legal ceremony doesn’t mean much to us. Some mates get the paperwork done. It just depends on the couple.”

Plus, we definitely listened to each other’s wants and desires. Mom turned to Beatrice and asked if she had any questions. She looked surprised that Mom would ask her too. “Mates, for us, is essentially the same as binding together through marriage. Many couples still have a wedding though. We did. However, you’re already our daughter-in-law since you’re our son’s mate. We couldn’t imagine someone better for him and gladly accept you as our family,” Mom explained while smiling at Beatrice.

I grab Valentina without hesitation, taking her lips in mine as I caress her cheeks with her hands around my neck. “It’s time for the couple’s blessings,” he announces. “She is yours now, Marco. You can always continue with this once we are through,” he says after my reluctance to let go of Valentina. Everyone laughs, causing Valentina to flush in embarrassment. “May this marriage blossom, withstand storms, and forever hold onto Christ and love as their bedrock. May God keep you, guide you, bless you with beautiful children of your own, and give you the strength and grace to grow together in holy matrimony as one. In Jesus' name, Amen. We may now proceed to dance and celebrate with the coupl