Novel & Cerita Silent Crown: The Masked Prince's Bride

She was too overwhelmed and staggered a little to balance herself when he moved away from her. Her horror-struck eyes fell on him and he was already staring at her with an evil smirk adorning his lips as he gently wiped his lower lip while looking intensely into her eyes. She dropped her gaze as a chill ran up her spine and at the same time her cheeks turned crimson in anger. Her body shivered and she breathed heavily, balling her hands into fists on her sides. The hall was drowned in an agonizing silence and just like her, everyone was too stunned to speak. Nobody even moved. The prince who claimed to hate humans kissed the living daylights out of his bride.

The same midnight that he’s been trying to track down for years? “What did you just say?” Lucifer asked. “What’s the name of your alpha.” This was the hardest part of revealing their secret, but Clarice had no other option. It was either that or her mother’s life, and she cannot allow her mother to die. She looked at Lucifer. “He’s Alpha Kane, son of the late Alpha Brandon.” That was all Lucifer needed to know that he had found them!

The church organ reverberated through the air, announcing the arrival of the bridal party. As the organ's melody reached its crescendo, the heavy wooden doors swung open, revealing the radiant bride, Sanya. She stepped forward, her white gown billowing gracefully around her, as she beamed with happiness. Her long veil trailed behind her, delicately held in place by a crown of tiny, sparkling crystals.

I whispered, my voice already shaking. “I’m going to take my time with you tonight,” he murmured, looking up at me with eyes darkened by desire. “No interruptions. No deadlines. No more hiding.” His fingers moved to the zipper of my dress, slowly sliding it down as if unwrapping the most precious gift. He helped me out of it, careful and gentle, until I was left in only my bridal lingerie—white lace, soft silk, all picked to drive him crazy. And clearly, it worked.

It could lead to a horrible union, one built on nothing but forced desire. I swallow hard, trying to hide my unease, and offer a tight smile. “Oh, that is nice, I guess.” “Don’t worry,” he says, his tone reassuring. “I’m already working on a way to mask your scent so you’ll smell as if I’ve claimed you. It’s something new, not well-known. Hopefully, it’ll work for the night, so you don’t have to participate, and neither will I. It’s not like we don’t have intentions to wed.”

Silas Sterling had not arrived. "What should we do?" the priest hissed. "Keep going," Chloe commanded, her voice cold. The crowd's mockery grew louder. "Did he stand her up?" "Is even a dying beast too good for a Vance reject?" A drunken man from the front row—a guest Chloe recognized from the manor the night before—stood up and blocked the priest. "Let's have a toast for the bride!" he shouted, mocking her for "performing" a wedding with a ghost. "To the cheap replacement!"

We stopped at a heavy wooden door on the second floor. “This is Ivan’s room,” she said coolly. “He doesn’t like anyone entering without his permission. But you can sit and wait for him inside. Just don’t touch a single thing. Unless you want your eyes plucked out, and then you won’t only be mute, you’ll be blind too.” I nodded quickly. She leaned in close, her breath warm against my ear, voice dropping to a venomous whisper. “Take off your dress while you wait. Let your body be the first thing he sees when he walks in.”

Lilah’s rage flared again, her eyes turned completely black as her hair began to float around her. Thea squirmed uncomfortably next to Bellamy, not much made Thea feel uneasy but witches, witches frightened the fucking life out of her. Lilah ground her teeth together as she glared at Bellamy, “You don’t need to agree to it you fucking idiot, it is arranged! Whether you like it or not, we’re getting married at the end of the month, I’ll let you have your fun with this little slut until then.” She turned on her cheap patent stiletto and stomped out of sight.

A black silk blindfold covers his eyes, tied behind his head, rendering his gaze a mystery,The rumors were true. The king truly never showed his eyes. The guards halted abruptly, dropping to one knee. “Your Majesty,” the lead one announced, voice steady but laced with deference. “The bride from Silvermist has arrived.” A heavy quiet descended, broken only by the distant howl of wind against the walls. Silence followed. For a moment, nothing happened. Elian's heart hammered, each beat a thunder in his ears. Then, the king spoke. “Leave us.” The guards rose swiftly, bowing once more before retreating. The doors closed shut behind them, sealing Elian in solitude with the monster.

And trembling. I turned toward the hanging body. Her eyes were open now. Blind. But fixed on me. “Don’t take it,” she said. “They’ll make you forget who you are.” I stepped back again. The crown in the tall bride’s hands pulsed. Ethan looked at me. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.” “That’s not true,” I said, voice hollow. “That’s never been true in this place.” The brides began to hum. Low. Like mourning. The sound wrapped around my ribs and tugged.