When The War Is Over We'll Get Married Novels & Stories

And as I looked at her, I couldn’t help but make a promise aloud, as if saying it could seal it forever: “This time, our wedding won’t end here,” I said. “When all this is over… when the war is behind us… I’ll take you to a big, beautiful hall… with all the flowers you’ve ever dreamed of. Everything will be as you imagined, and it will be ours. This time, it will be perfect.” She lifted her head to look at me, that serenity of hers always disarming me. “Bright… this wedding, here, in this house, is perfect. I don’t need more. It makes me happy,” she said, smiling in a way that left me speechless.

“So, this is how it is always going to be, it’s always going to be about this war, right?” “No… No… No… My love. It’s all going to end pretty soon I promise. My plans will definitely work, I have it all figured out. It will come to an end pretty soon, I promise baby. It will not always be like this, when king Ashford is out of the way, then I will focus more on you. I’ll be able to give you anything you want, I’ll take you anywhere you want, we’ll have so much fun together and I’ll do anything you want. But please don’t tell me to forget about this war, don’t let me make a mistake that would cost us our lives. I can’t let my guard down, Beth. Not now, not when we are so close. We are going t

"It's today, isn't it? We go to war today?" I nodded swallowing down the lump in my throat. We had the perfect night last night, alone in the woods with only the song of the crickets for company we finally sealed our bond. We were mates. True, bonded mates and today we go to war with the vilest enemy my people have ever faced.

As he saw the tears dancing around my lids, he quickly raised his fingers to my cheeks and wiped them off before they could even drop. “Anna, you don’t have to cry. We are going to be fine; I promise you. As soon as the war is over, we will have our mating ceremony. We will be happy in the end, I promise,” he said, pulling me into a hug so tight, that I wished we could stay like this forever. But we couldn’t, one of us had to be in control. We couldn’t be delusional at a time like this. So, ever so slowly, I pulled away from his embrace and tried to smile.

“Yes. Yes! I’ll marry you!” He slipped the ring onto my finger and pulled me into his arms, kissing me until we were both breathless and trembling. Everything felt… right. The war was over. The pain behind us. The future—ours. Wrapped in his arms, I whispered against his lips, “Now about that bath…” He groaned again, chuckling as he scooped me up. “Anything my Queen wants… my Queen gets.” “And don’t you forget it,” I grinned. He kissed my forehead. “Never.”

"Everything is set." ​Carter walked over to a dark wood desk in the center of the room. He reached into his suit jacket, pulled out a neat document, and laid it down. ​"This is our contract marriage agreement," Carter said, looking directly at me. "Read it carefully before you sign the actual marriage certificate." ​I walked over and picked up the pages. ​The rules were plain, direct, and straightforward: ​The marriage will last for two years, after which either person can ask for a quiet divorce.

“No more walking away.” He nodded. “Never again.” I rested my head against his chest. The war was over. But the story? The story was just beginning.

I chuckled and leaned back into the couch, eyes fluttering closed for just a moment. I’d survived another brush with death. Harlin was still out there. But Lena was planning our wedding. And I had something to live for. To fight for. The end of this war was coming. And next time, it would be on my terms.

“They know their father’s voice. They know the war is over.” “The war is over,” he repeated, testing the truth of those words. I turned to face him. In the faint firelight, I traced his face—the warrior, the Alpha, my mate. “What do we do now?” I asked again, smaller now, just for us. He shifted closer until our foreheads touched, stroking my belly in slow, loving circles. “We go home. We fill our house with noise and light. We watch our children grow. We love each other fiercely and without fear. We build something so beautiful, so strong, that it becomes the story they tell for generations—something worth all the fighting.”

"And I know you're the one who'll be carrying them, who'll be vulnerable in ways I can't fully understand. So if you need more time, if you're not ready." "I didn't say I wasn't ready," I interrupted. He stopped, hope flaring bright in his eyes. "No?" "No." I moved closer, until our foreheads were touching. "You're right. The war is over. We're at peace. And I'm tired of waiting for our lives to start because we're too busy surviving." "So that's a yes?" His voice was barely a whisper. "That's a yes," I confirmed. "Let's have a baby. Let's start building that future."