Runaway Groom Thanks For Setting Me Free Novels & Stories

UNBEARABLE ATTRACTION (IGNAS POV) I watched the man whose eyes pierced my eyes, it was like he could see through my soul even when he was far away, which made me want to give myself to him. At that instant I knew something was wrong when my heart felt like it was burning and I could feel never before excitement in my body, i knew I had to escape from there at times because I couldn't control my body with his gaze on me. Then a chance to escape came when a soldier from the Full Moon pack attacked him from the back seeing he was in a daze. Taking that chance to escape, I ran away so fast, that I didn't even look at the injured soldier who was so angry and looked like he would beat me up when h

“Well, I lost. I hope you find someone who treats you better than I did.” He let me go, and stepped back, holding me by the shoulders with a tearful smile. Regret and pain was all over his face, and I gave him a gentle look back. “Grace Windsong,” he began, “I release you as my mate.” I gasped and reached up to my neck as a tingling sensation prickled at my skin, and I felt the mark disappear. It worked! I was free! My heart soared with delight. I was finally a free woman.

He signals the man. "No!" I scream at the top of my voice. The silver-coated ropes are making my wolf weak, but not weak enough to stay still and watch me get married against my will. With her help, I use both our strengths to break loose from the ropes. Everyone gasps in shock. I take off the stupid Vail from head and throw it to the ground and push the flowers around before taking on my heels towards the main door again This time around, Crew fails to catch me.

I tried to reason with my father but his decision was final, I am getting married to Damian Blackwood, why me? So I started plotting, I had to run away, I just had to. I fixed a date when I was going to do it and when the day finally came, I ran. I stayed a motel at the outskirt of town and I laid low for a while until I stumbled upon an auction on my phone; an auction for women to be bought for marriage, I saw this as a great opportunity and immediately I applied. Yes, now you can’t have me anymore, or so I thought.

I rushed back to the private room where Zoe was still sitting, her plate untouched. Zoe raised an eyebrow when I returned to the private room. “You’ve been gone forever. What happened?” “I found a groom,” I said flatly. “I just need a ride to the courthouse now.” Her fork paused midair. “Excuse me?” “My groom, he’s… in a wheelchair,” I added. She blinked, then smirked. “Good. Shit, maybe he won’t cheat on you like Liam.” I was a bride itching to get married. I really wasn’t in the mood to laugh. “Can we just go, please ?”

I answer with nails at his shoulders, with hips that meet him, with a throat that gives him his name like an oath. He holds himself on a razor’s edge because I asked him to. I feel it in the quiver of muscle under my palm, in the way his breath fractures and reforms against my cheek. It’s heady, that control, and it’s a trust I never take lightly. I press my mouth to the corner of his and whisper, “Let go, baby.” He does. The rhythm breaks into something ragged and real. I tip over first. Sharp, bright, the kind of release that blanks my mind and then floods it with color. He follows with a sound that crowns me with glory. We shake together, clinging to each other.

Now, he not only looked down on my family name—he wanted to cage my entire life. I clenched my jaw and started rolling up the window. Derek straightened up sharply. "Megan, you're not agreeing? Look at Riley. She's gentle and sensible. Why can't you learn from her? "Let me make this clear: if you don't shut down that studio, the wedding's postponed. We'll do it whenever you come to your senses." I hit the gas and drove off. I returned the gift, went back to my apartment, and packed my things. Now all I had to do was wait for the appointment—then I'd be moving in with my new groom.

Scott’s posture changed across the tables, not moving closer, just going still. Randy smiled at Freeda like this was romance and not control. “Say yes,” he said. “Make them stop watching you like you’re falling apart.” Freeda let out a small laugh. “You want me to put that on so your story wins.” Randy lowered himself, slow and deliberate, right there at the edge of the stage. One knee. He angled his body so the cameras caught the ring, the man, the woman he almost married, standing above him. “Freeda James,” Randy said, voice warm enough to fool strangers, “come back to what we planned.”

His voice was calm and even and completely sure of every word leaving his mouth in a way that made her feel unsteady by comparison. And then it was over. I now pronounce you husband and wife. The hall filled with applause. Charles turned to her. He leaned close, one hand coming to rest against her waist, drawing her toward him with a quiet authority that left no room for argument. His lips brushed her ear. “You was never meant to be his,” he said softly. The applause swelled around them. Clarissa’s breath stopped. She turned her face toward him slowly. He was already pulling back, already turning toward the crowd with the composed unreadable expression the world always got from him, already

“One more night. You and me. No cameras. No sons. Just us. The way it used to be before you got engaged and started playing martyr. One night and I tell the boys to forget your name.” I stared at him… “You’re bargaining with me now?” “I’m offering you freedom.” He set the camera down. “Take it or don’t. But if you walk out that door without giving me this, I’ll make sure your wedding day is the most memorable one this city has ever seen. And not in the way you want.” My mouth went dry. I hated him, I hated myself more. Because that small, dark, disgusting part of me was… was considering it.