My Mate's Wedding Drama Novels & Stories

“Why is it a dream? Charity, I’ve been thinking ahead since the day we got back together. We must have a wedding. I have to do it for you. Your best friends, Catherine and Freya, are getting married. Aren’t you envious at all?” “What’s there to be envious about?” Charity said, “Weddings are so troublesome. We have to invite guests, host a reception, have a rehearsal on the wedding day, and swear to love you for my whole life in front of all family and friends. I’ve done too many wedding scenes when I was filming dramas. I’ve done historical and modern weddings twice or even thrice that I get nauseous reciting the vows.” Chester was speechless. Damn it. He forgot that Charity used to star in

] One message read, accompanied by elaborate setups with flowing fabrics and flowers. [I think the beach setting would be nice, don't you think? The sunset would highlight your eyes.] Said another, with images of white chairs on golden sand. I looked at those elaborate designs, feeling a sense of mockery rise in my chest. Two years of being marked by him. Countless nights lying awake, anticipating the mating ceremony, only to be disappointed time and again. Now that I was leaving, he suddenly became invested in the wedding. Meanwhile, Vivian's Facebook page updated daily, as if she were running a dedicated Derek Blackwood fan account.

"Why the hell didn't you meet me before marriage? Last year, I should have hated you for what you made me believe but I regretted running away from the marriage." "I know. I should have met you soon. It never occurred to me that you'll leave me at the altar. I was thinking we have our whole lives." "Mateo was right." He immediately jerked his head towards me, "What did he say?" I laughed watching him like that. For some reason, he got triggered by Mateo. "He said ours isn't a romantic love story but a crime thriller." "Oh, if he knows what's gonna happen to you in our bed tonight, he will call it an erotic story."

the princess retorted dissatisfiedly, and then said, “I am not actually marrying that moron! It’s so stupid! He sucks in bed too, you know. I can never understand how your little girlfriend put up with it!” Ragnar pressed his lips. He hated his mate being dragged into this conversation. “So I guess the wedding is off,” he said, and then asked, “What’s on your mind, Lennie? You saved my life once, and I help you kill him. That’s the deal. I’ve never agreed to anything else.” “That’s before I found out your little brother is a complete moron,” Lennie said. “I am not going to go through all those troubles to just get an i/diot to sit on the throne.”

After all, the wedding was a plan for Mateo to get his grandfather to trust him and hand over the company to him so failure to provide a bride would only prove that his grandfather was right. Apparently, Mateo's grandfather told him that he was not responsible enough to handle such a huge company and to prove himself, he had to get married. Mateo found it quite insulting given all that he had achieved. He also wondered how getting married equalled to being responsible but knowing how stubborn his grandfather could be, he complied and arranged for a bride. But now she was missing, leaving him stranded and confused but one thing was for sure, canceling the wedding was out of the picture.

Daxon Reyes was all over the news whenever he acquired another tech firm, shut down a rival, or made some cryptic power move that sent Wall Street into chaos. He was the kind of man people wrote headlines about. And now I was apparently his. Or at least, his fated mate. The idea made my skin crawl. It wasn’t that I objected to the idea of mates. I didn’t know enough about werewolf culture to have strong opinions. But I objected to the way this had been handled. A letter? A summons like I was being dragged into court?

“Don’t think that your sister would do that, Mia. At the moment, she is not even at home. She went to stay at her fiancé’s for a week.” “Woah! Davina had found her mate? And she did not even need to travel abroad to do that?” I gasped. “You asking that would only imply that you have met your mate.” Mother said, turning the broth with a large, long spoon. “But no, Davina has not found her mate yet. And she is tired of waiting for our mother, Mawu, to reveal her true one to her. She decided to date one of our males, in the same manner a human would.” Mother gave a tiny shrug.

Six Months after the Wedding Kansas City didn’t have the charm of Jasper, Missouri. No rolling fields. No clubhouse full of bikers who treated you like blood. No family dancing under string lights while Matteo married the woman who saved him. KC was concrete, neon, and rain‑slicked streets. And it was mine. Six months ago, I stood in the LOV clubhouse watching my twin say his vows. Six months ago, I toasted to Matteo and Ciara’s future, hugged Mama, and promised I’d be see them soon.