The Mairage Novels & Stories

Most of them gave me dirty and envious looks while others smiled warmly. The officiant cleared his throat with intense passion beside me, pulling my attention away from the congregation. His loud voice echoed in the hall. "We have gathered here today to join these two souls in Holy matrimony." I think I noticed a Jamaican accent there. I quickly handed my bouquet to Kate as the procession began.

"Well, when you've been married as long as we have...." "Mom, don't give me that," Lacey cut her off, and then lowered her voice. "Why haven't you ever left him? He doesn't treat you well—" "I have a roof over my head, protection, children—" "Who don't respect you," Lacey finished. "Your father, Thorn, and I underwent the Mating Ceremony after we were married years ago. Thorn saw to that. Anyway, the ceremony linked our souls." Camari sighed. "Now, if either of us were to leave, the other would die of a broken heart."

He kissed her forehead again and again, breathing in the calming scent of her hair amidst the lingering chaos. “I nearly lost you again today,” Mavric whispered, his voice trembling with suppressed emotion. “You will never lose me, Mavric,” Liora replied softly, wrapping her arms around his neck. “We have long passed the point where fate could ever tear us apart. From now on, we are the masters of our own destiny.” Mavric pulled back slightly, looking deep into her eyes with burning intensity. “The moment we return to London, I am going to throw the most magnificent wedding celebration the world has ever seen. I don’t want you to only be known as ‘Mrs. Thorne’ behind closed doors. I want the

"Let me correct you. There is no matrimony here. Just leverage. Just a pawn-me-handed over like property to secure peace between monsters." The guests gasped, their faces a picture of shock and fascination. Mikhail's eyes locked onto hers, his gaze like frostbite. Donatella's smile never wavered. "So let's raise our glasses, shall we? To fear disguised as loyalty. To strategy disguised as vows. And to a marriage forged not in love-but in power." She downed the champagne in one go, the glass shattering on the floor like a promise of things to come. The silence that followed was deafening.

He walked to the altar with a confidence that told the world he owned the very ground he stood upon. Shortly after, the wedding march began. Maia entered, gliding like a vision of lace and silk. Her veil obscured her face, but I could imagine the triumphant smile beneath the thin fabric. She walked toward the man who had nearly destroyed her morally, surrendering her life in exchange for a surname and the chance to see me defeated. I watched every second. I heard the priest’s sermon on union, sacrifice, and the sacred nature of marriage. Every word sounded like blasphemy to my ears.

Mia choked, causing water to spray across the table, the candle, the cutlery, and directly onto Aria’s cream-colored silk blouse. Aria blinked her eyes, her mouth twitching. Mia coughed into her napkin. “I... What?” Aria reached for a cloth, dabbing at the front of her blouse like this was all perfectly normal. “You heard me.” “You said marry.” Mia’s eyes widened. “As in—holy vows, paperwork, matching rings... marry?” “It’ll be contractual of course,” Aria said calmly. “Temporary and strategic.” “Oh my god,” Mia whispered, sinking back into her seat. “You’ve finally cracked.”

His words left the room in silence. But Celeste was the first to respond, keeping her tone smooth while arguing that the marriage would restore balance and serve both families. Clarisse followed quickly with words sharp with urgency. “This is not only about private matters, sir. It is about how the world sees us. The Ravencroft name is already spoken of with envy and suspicion. If you reject this union, whispers will turn into rumors and those rumors will damage us all. Do you want to hand that advantage to your enemies?” Dominico turned his eyes on her, his glare cold. “And you believe attaching my family to scandal will preserve its honor?”

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His mother died at the loss of her mate and heartbreak leaving Chris bare and broken. His pack harbored a rule where an Alpha must have a Luna before getting his title. My father had been a close friend to Mano, even to the point that they both saw themselves as brothers. In that case, he offered to make me Chris' wife and to take me after three years. The deal was for Chris to let me go as soon as I found my mate and to never perform any of mate rituals with me. Yet, being a child who never went out and always stayed with my dad and my few friends, I lashed out.