To Catch The Runaway Bride Novels & Stories

It wasn’t like he would know, but I was on the brink of snapping and declaring war on this place for wasting my time. Just then, the doors flew open, and Alpha David's panting Beta stood at the door. He took a moment to catch his breath before he walked up the aisle towards me. He beckoned me aside, his face fallen and I immediately knew something was up. "Amm, I'm afraid the wedding had to be postponed." He finally spoke, briefly looking into my face to gauge my reaction. My brows dipped with fury as a low growl rippled from my chest. "What's the meaning of this!" "I- I'm afraid, your bride has runaway, Sir."

He didn’t even bother to wear their native colors. My gaze travelled back up and I noticed the scar running across his left cheek, making him look even more intimidating. I bet he could break skulls with his bare hands. “Hey,” the other woman’s voice snapped behind me. I turned back to her. Most of them were watching the stage and appeared not to care about the rest of the conversation anymore. “What’s the bride hunt?” I asked again. The name alone sounded like something I didn’t want to be a part of.

I coughed out blood, my stomach churning at the pain. Someone began to clap, and I raised my head up to see Brandon approaching out of the shadows with lots of men-in-suits escorting him. He approached me, cackling and squatted before me. Then, he grabbed my chins, his nails digging into my skin, while he puffed tobacco smoke on my face. “Look who we have here, everyone! Who, if it isn't this old man’s runaway infamous bride-to-be?!” “I told you we would get her soon, boss." Howie said, proudly.

Running as if it was nothing, every leaf I stepped into flied creating a small artificial fall. The moon was hiding behind thick clouds as stars are nowhere to be seen. Why am I even running? That is also a thing I am not sure of. A runaway bride or Luna is something I am more familiar with. That thing happened countless of times already. In my tribe, some even says it as joke. A thrill of chasing to make every mate’s bond stronger. How funny, this may be the first ever occurrence of an Alpha, running away in his own wedding.

There was no way it was going to happen until his plan would be successful. He decided to give her some time so she would be obedient. "Sir, please open the door. The bride has run away." The next morning, someone kept knocking at the door when he was still sleeping. Nobody ever tried to take him up like that as they knew what they would suffer later for doing so but why today? Getting up he opened the door. "Did you forget your manners or I should—" "The bride has run away…" the servant announced, trembling in fear. Yesterday night, they were happy thinking that finally their cold-blooded boss got married but as they woke up in the morning they found out she left the mansion already.

'Watch. He fast-forwarded the video, and I watched as a small familiar car drove past her and then stopped a little way in front of her, and Stacey jumped out. My eyes go wide as I watch her speak to Tavisha, then lead her to the car and help her in it, and they drive off. 'Get the Brothers. Time for us to go get my runaway bride.'

And that would be a disaster. I should turn and face him, but I can't. All I can do is stand there, ashamed, humiliated, and listen to the sound of his footsteps closing in behind me. "You know, I've heard of a runaway bride before, but never a runaway fiancée." I feel the warmth of his body and smell his scent and brace myself for his touch. It never comes. "You have to at least let me start the ceremony before you make your escape, Dora."

“Years. They were together for a while. It ended right before the wedding. That’s all I’m saying.” “Why is she here tonight?” “Because her father still has money in one of the hotels. And because Yvonne does not stay away when she wants something.” “What does she want?” “I don’t know. But I don’t like the way she looked at you when she walked over.” “She said she’d heard a lot about me.” “Of course she did.” Maria took a sip of her own drink. “Yvonne collects information the way other people collect shoes. She never shows up empty-handed.”

“And he won’t change his mind?” “He doesn’t change his mind,” my uncle replied. “That’s what makes him reliable.” The word reliable sat wrong in my chest. I should have walked away. I knew that. But my feet wouldn’t move. “There are conditions,” my aunt said. “Of course there are,” my uncle scoffed. “Men like him don’t buy without rules.” Buy. My fingers tightened around the basket. “He wants the marriage registered immediately,” my uncle continued. “No delays. No engagement period. No chance for rumors to start.”

Notifications stacked on notifications, banners climbing over each other until the screen looked crowded. Winnie stirred on the couch, dragging a pillow over her face. “Ugh… why is your phone blowing up like that?” Freeda didn’t answer. Her thumb dragged down. Headline. Her stomach dropped so fast it hurt. BRIDE RETURNS AFTER EMOTIONAL EPISODE, SOURCES CONFIRM Her breath stalled. Another alert slid over it. INSIDER: WEDDING INCIDENT WAS A MISUNDERSTANDING. Another. OWEN FAMILY REPRESENTATIVE ISSUES STATEMENT.