Mated to the Wrong Alpha Prince

Wedding crasher

As I walk down the aisle, my heart is heavy with dread. The crystal and candle décor surrounding me is nothing but a facade for the nightmare that is about to become my reality. The red and gold of House Mirage clash with the blue and grey of House Huntington, and the tension is palpable.

These colors don’t go together, but I guess my husband-to-be doesn’t really mind.

I see familiar faces in the crowd, but their smiles are fake, their eyes filled with pity. They all know what's coming, but none of them can do anything to stop it. I feel a weight in my sleeve, where I've hidden a dagger. When it comes to, when it comes to..

As I reach the altar, Leon takes my hand, and I feel a shiver run down my spine. He looks at me with a smirk, and I know that he knows how unhappy I am. He doesn't care. He just wants to cement his place in our family's power structure.

Two days ago, he came here with the proposal and four thousands man camping around Vesmere. While I was just about to get on my horse back to Kristantine and Robert. It’s funny. This coward wouldn’t dare to touch even a hair of mine when father is still alive. I wanted to shove this dagger right then and there into his belly.

Only an animal could stop a daughter from attending her father’s funeral.

But the might of Vesmere is just me and two thousand trained werewoles, a quarter of which too weak and old to shift, the other quarter has not reached their seven-teen, too green they could piss grass. And my god son.

Damn you, Aurelius. Where the heck are you?

The priest begins the ceremony, but my mind is elsewhere. I can't stop thinking about my late husband, and how much I wish he were here with me now. Patrick would have challenged this mountain of a man and rip off his head in heart hearts. And he would have had a good laugh about this. He would have never let this happen at all. I take a deep breath and try to focus on the present.

The priest's voice echoed through the grand hall as he began the ceremony. I stood there, frozen, listening to his words as they washed over me. "Dearly beloved," he started, "we are gathered here today to witness the union of Leon Marcus Mirage and Charlotte Huntington in holy matrimony."

I couldn't help but feel sick to my stomach. This was not what I wanted, but my external family had made it clear that it was necessary. Yes. The very people who stood and watched I cried for help at that very night but Robert. The man who took me in his arm while people were putting stakes into my father and mother’s chests, and made me his daughter. The same crowd decided that I would make a much better broodmare for Leon than a widow. My eyes darted around the room, taking in the crystal chandeliers, the flickering candlelight, and the elaborate decorations that adorned the walls. It was all so beautiful, but it meant nothing to me.

As the priest continued, I felt a cold sweat break out on my forehead. Is Auri still alive? Why hasn’t my men brought words back? Does it mean that what Leon said is true, he has made my god son his captive? If he’s alive, I’ll bite my tongue and say yes. I’ll marry him if that’s what it takes. And if Auri is not.. if my Auri is no longer…

... my dagger will greet his neck.

The priest's words faded into the background as I thought about my god son, Aurelius. I couldn't bear to lose him. He has too much of Robert, too much.

Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain in my hand. I looked down to see that my fingers had closed around the hilt of the dagger I had concealed in my sleeve. The cold metal sent a shiver down my spine. Auri’s better be alive.

The priest cleared his throat before continuing, "Now, if anyone here knows a just cause why these two should not be joined in marriage, speak now or forever hold your peace." His voice echoed through the hall, causing a momentary silence as everyone looked around.

My silver dagger is ringing his objection in my hand. But I dare not say a word.

I heard the sound of heavy footsteps approaching. The gate opened wide, and my heart started racing. I couldn't help but wonder who it could be. Was it Aurelius? Or someone else?

I gasped as the door burst open, and Aurelius strode in.

"I OBJECT," he declared loudly, his eyes fixed on the priest.

My eyes widen as I stare at Aurelius in disbelief. The priest's expression is stern as he questions Aurelius. "And who are you to object to this union?"

His hair silver in the low light. His pupils were a shade of ash, sharp and piercing as he looked around the room. Blood covered his body and face, evidence of the fight he had just been in. Despite his disheveled appearance, there was an air of regalness about him, a confidence that exuded from his every move. He strode forward with purpose, his movements deliberate and calculated. As he approached me, I could see the intensity in his eyes, a fire burning within him that refused to be quenched.

Aurelius smirked. His voice firm and determined. “I’m my mother’s god son.”

Marco stepped up. I have not seen him in months. He looked much a lot. His face was sunken in, and dark circles lined his eyes. His hair was unkempt, and he had a wild look in his eyes. But his voice, just as loud and regal was usual:

"Prince Aurelius Lockheart, Grandson to Robert Huntington, heir to the Lockheart and the Huntington pack.”

There was a collective gasp from the guests, and I felt my heart pounding in my chest.

The priest looked taken aback, but he quickly regained his composure. "On what grounds do you object?" he asked, his voice calm and measured.

Aurelius stepped forward, his eyes still fixed on the priest. "On the grounds that this marriage is a sham," he said, his voice ringing out clearly in the hushed room. "My god mother does not love Leon, and she is being forced into this union against her will."

Then he turned to me.

“I’m home, mother.” He doesn’t call me his aunt anymore.

Aurelius continues, "Uncle, what a shame. I was not invited to my mother and uncle’s wedding.” He walked to a table to take a ship of wine. “I’m afraid that threatening my mother with my life is not a great way to start off a mariage.”

The tension in the room is palpable as Aurelius stands there, his eyes locked on Leon. The two men are like fire and ice, one burning with anger and the other icy cold with rage.

Leon takes a step forward, his expression cold and menacing. "I’m glad I don’t have to send more men to find you, now that you’re here."

As Leon's transformation into a wolf completed, he let out a fierce howl, his senses heightened, and his body pulsating with energy. His fur was black as the night sky, and his eyes glowed with an intense amber hue. The thousands of howling outside Vasmere castle replied him.

Aurelius stands tall, his chin held high. "I admit, I did wish that we wouldn’t have to get to this. But I’ll match you at any fight, uncle."

I stand there, watching in amazement as my god son stands up to his uncle. I feel a wave of pride wash over me.

Everyone shift into their wolf forms. The ground shook beneath their paws as they charged towards the enemy as chaos unfold itself.