Skipped At The Altar, Taken By His Uncle นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Why? So you'll run back to my uncle? Don't you have shame? You were confessing your love to me barely a month ago but now you've moved to him. Is this some sort of kink for you? Sleeping with family members—” The words had barely rolled out of his mouth when she slapped him hard across his face. Alex’s eyes blazed, nose flaring as he glared at Lyra. He didn't move, the only indication that the slap had stung was the thick muscle jumping in his jaw. Lyra pressed her lips together, then slapped him again. But Alex was faster—He caught her hand before she hit him. Forcefully, Lyra withdrew her hand—still breathing hard, disappointed. “It's not a kink,” she spat. “I upgraded. I'm married to you

Just as the thought settled in my heart, John, who had somehow broken free again, rushed toward me and dropped to his knees. He clutched my arm, voice trembling with desperation. "Audrey, tell me… You married my uncle just to make me jealous, didn't you? I admit it, I'm jealous. I'm going mad with it. I can't lose you. Don't marry him, please?" His words sent ripples of shock through the crowd. John's father stormed forward, yanking him by the arm. "You worthless brat! What the hell are you doing? Get up! Stop disgracing us here!"

I looked back at the end of the isle where Rhio was waiting. I knew he was skeptical… I just knew he wasn’t happy. When we got near the altar, I looked at Uncle once more. That’s when I finally remembered his plan… “If we succeed, I’ll make him follow his father to his grave…” @Death Wish

I froze at the entrance and looked at Adele, completely disturbed. "Del, we forgot the bouquet!" I said in agony, and she smiled. "Oh, really?! But there are already so many flowers on that entire embroidered veil. Go on in, Nana, everything will work out," she encouraged me, and I walked with my uncle, feeling the absence of the bouquet and cursing myself internally for forgetting it. My uncle and I stopped in front of the altar. Rafael was there, handsome, with that parenthesis smile I loved, and just looking at him made me feel calm. I looked to the side and saw Rubens, my dear Big Brute, with that easy smile and holding a white box.

The atmosphere, which had been noisy, was now suddenly quiet as no one dared to make a sound at all. “Uncle, why are you here? Chase said you couldn’t make it to the wedding.” Damien asked in confusion. “It’s Alpha to you!!” He shot at his nephew. “Over here,” He pointed at Jenna and motioned for her to come over to his side but she remained frozen, her face looking pale. His wolf, Von, groaned in disappointment. She was such a delicate little princess and he was growing impatient with her. If she pushed him any further, he would sure rip off her father’s head in front of her, knowing fully well that she would freak out.

Expecting to see my savior bleeding on the ground. Instead, I saw the three rogues lying motionless. “They aren’t needed here anymore,” he said calmly, as if he hadn’t just taken their lives. The way he spoke didn’t soften my stare. If anything, it made me even more cautious. When he stepped closer and asked if I was hurt, the moonlight finally revealed his face. “Draven… Amari?” I whispered in disbelief. He froze, his eyes narrowing as he looked at me skeptically. “It’s really you,” I breathed. He was Leonard’s uncle. The man banished from the pack years ago.

Marcus sobbed out, dropping to his knees on the wet stairs, clawing uselessly at the steel cable around his wrist. Julian reached the middle landing. He didn't draw a weapon. He didn't raise his voice. He simply grabbed Marcus by the lapels of his expensive cashmere coat, hauling him to his feet like a ragdoll. Marcus choked out a gasp, his feet barely touching the metal mesh of the stairs. "Uncle... please! Please, it was Celeste! She promised me fifty million! She said she’d handle the board!"

But it didn’t change anything. It couldn’t. We were already broken beyond repair. Althea straightened, her composure snapping back into place like a mask being reforged. “Don’t stand there pretending I didn’t help you,” she said sharply. Damon laughed. A harsh, hollow sound. “Help me?” he echoed. His eyes darkened further. “Those heirs you pushed me toward—they will never sit on my throne,” he said coldly. “They will never carry my name the way you intended.”

He fell off the horse at Adrian's feet. "My lord," he panted. "Alpha King. Forgive me. Elder Orsa sent me. She said you would want to know at once." Adrian was on his feet. "Know what." The boy swallowed. His eyes were wet. "It is your uncle," he said. "He has taken a turn. The healers say it is his heart." His voice cracked. "They do not think he will see the morning. And he is asking for you."

However, much to his surprise, his uncle didn’t bring up the issue concerning the deal that had fallen through. “Tell me, son, do you have a fiancée or a girlfriend?” he asked. Ralph couldn’t tell his uncle who had taken him as his son that he had gotten married to Silvia simply because he wanted to use her as his slave. He would either kill him or demand a grandchild— or even both, something Ralph was certainly not ready for. “I have a fiancée,” Ralph said. He planned to call Rebecca and inform her that his uncle was here earlier than expected, so she should arrive first thing in the morning to meet him.