Novel & Cerita My Mate's Wedding Drama

he was stressing. " Tell Zey the truth," " Oh, I plan to... As soon as the wedding is over," he sighed. The wedding started five minutes later. The grooms wore white, and they looked fabulous. Todd was an emotional mess—as usual. The following day, I woke up with a throbbing headache. I groaned and whined incoherent words.

We think you'll love these stories, too. I looked everywhere throughout the house and I didn't pick up on my mate scent. I even went upstairs and to the backyard to see if her scent lingered there, it didn't. After about an hour I had concluded that my mate was not in the party, and neither was Tyler's, we left the party and were on our way back home.

From his face, it was clearly visible that he was currently caught on a tough spot. Agathe Woods had been married to Victor Woods for more than two decades, took a couple of moments to respond, following which, she nodded with hesitation evident on her face, explaining to her husband her thoughts. "What do you want to do then? Let your son die, when you have a chance to save him?" Victor Woods was stunned from what he heard from his wife. Even though they had so many problems, he never thought of doing what his wife had suggested just now. Let alone getting such thought’s in fact, he despised such a method.

“You’re not in any condition to leave, Tamara. Like I said, my aunt is a nurse, she can help take care of you. Stay, at least until you’re healed enough to walk properly.” I let out a heavy sigh as I weighed my options- like I actually had an option. “Fine.” He nodded his head triumphantly as he reached for the tv remote off of the coffee table. He turned it on and a random news station played. The news woman was reporting on the massive mudslide that swept through the area last night. Elliot left me to rest and watch tv while he fucked off to some other part of his house I hadn’t seen yet. I ended up dozing off again, no weird dream this time, thankfully.

"I’m already married." His smirk didn’t waver. If anything, he looked more entertained. "Oh?" "Yes," I said, my tone sharp. "Cole is my husband. The only man I love. The only man I will ever love. You?" I scoffed, shaking my head. "You’re nothing. A desperate, overgrown man-child throwing money at a woman who will never want you." Mateo rested his elbow on the table, his fingers tapping against his cheek as he studied me. "You think that matters?" His voice was soft, too soft, like he was enjoying some private joke. "Once we’re married…"

—Damian— The wedding ceremony passed without incident and Ellie was very happy about her cousin’s presence, which led to my brother being happy as well. Seeing Tristan content at all was a rare experience, so I tried to make peace with Mateo’s attendance. There would be enough time to kill him later once Ellie had gotten used to being without him. I didn’t miss Adam’s furious eyes when he saw one of his tormentors. He hadn’t argued when Tristan and I had asked him if it was okay for Mateo to attend. I made my way over to him, while Ellie and Tristan talked to Mateo.

With how broken I was, we had both assumed I was never destined to find a mate. But then his laughter died down. His brows furrowed when he saw my still-blank expression. “Wait—you’re not joking?” he asked, his eyes widening. “Fuck. When?” “During the mate ceremony,” I replied flatly. “You went to the mate ceremony?” he muttered in disbelief. “I did. Though I didn’t go there to find a mate. I went to fuck. Finding her was… unexpected.” I watched as Damian’s mouth fell open; his mind was still trying to catch up. “Wait, if you found your mate then why did you still marry Vivienne?”

she said with a smirk as she stormed into the bedroom immediately. ** Standing in front of the long expensive mirror shelf, he couldn't help but laugh as his friends sang his praises. He was fully donned in a traditional wedding attire made of a green embroidered agbada. His neck was adorned in a single long coral bead and his head graced with a green coloured cap. "Today, we're painting the whole town red after the event!" His friends hailed and they all began to hit their hand-staff against each other in style. "Are you guys not yet done? We should hurry up. I heard Mateo landed in the country this morning and he's already going to the hotel grounds with his kinsmen," one of the men said.

“What have gotten over you? Yes, Dennis is the fourth generation but that doesn’t change the fact that he is your Mate!” “He can never be my mate. I will never accept him as my mate. I deserve a strong man, a man worthy enough to be seen with me, not some riffraff. And to think that that little weak thing has to climb into his bed, ugh,” she groaned, her eyes shining blood red as her fangs elongated. “How dare she?” Martha frowned, calming down when she realized that her daughter was angry over something else. “She? Has the prince found his mate?”

Aaron saw the conflict in me, and told me to go ahead and make all the jokes I wanted. I couldn’t help the “yo’ momma” jokes that immediately came out of my mouth. Aaron’s situation was incredibly sad and tragic. Even so…the idea of Aaron’s mate leaving him out of fear that he was sleeping with his own mother… how do you not make jokes out of that???? When I couldn’t stop making jokes, Aaron decided to tease me that my mate story was only marginally better, having met my mate while wearing a wedding dress.