Novel & Cerita Skipped At The Altar, Taken By His Uncle

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.

My uncle Z had already sent for the rest of his people and they would be here soon to help. He poured another round and this time his toast suprised us all. "To Stormie, Ella, for cementing victory on her 18th birthday. Tales of the white wolf will run rampant now I am sure. A fiercer warrior I've never seen," he said smiling proudly. I laughed a little and took my shot before replying, "Uncle, my birthday was almost a week ago. We celebrated before getting to Alpha Fredrick's pack." His smile turned sad as he shook his head. "No. Your parents took you away right before your birthday, not wanting you to have to celebrate another one with only the alpha's son. They wanted normal for you

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.”

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.

“No… he wasn’t. He died in a car crash on his fifteenth birthday. Hadn’t gotten his wolf yet and the friends he was with did. All the others were able to walk away after their wolves healed them.” “Hold the fuck up!” Uncle jumped a little, his eyes going wide. “What do you mean he died?! Who’s the fucker I hired?!” “Language young man.” She glared at him, Uncle cussing some more for good measure. I flipped the page again and saw new pictures, some with a young boy on the cusp of becoming an adult and almost looking exactly like John, but different. He was more chiseled in his features; his eyes lacking the joy of the child in the previous ones.

Aiden, in his anger, ran towards Sylvester and Josh, mad with rage, and just as he was about to strike, Jake suddenly appeared in front of Sylvester and Josh and Aiden's claws slashed through his chest, ripping out his heart. He stood over his lifeless body and then stared at the horror he had just caused Sylvester and Josh, and he decided to let them live. They were the only two left. We left them and began to chase after our uncle. We met him in a chamber that looked like one made for torture. As soon as we went in, a trapdoor closed in on us, and Johnathan suddenly collapsed on the floor. “Yes! Weaklings, come in!” Our uncle gestured. He had Noel and Zelda seated in a chair, their blood s