Married To The Alpha Fluxwalker

Chapter3

Myrcella’s POV

“My lady, wake up. It’s time to get ready for the wedding,” Helen said gently, pulling back the curtains.

I groaned, burying my head into the silk pillows. My limbs still ached with that strange, delicious tension from the dream I’d forced myself to forget. After it, I’d drifted back into an uneasy sleep—only for him to follow me there too.

But now the dream is over. And reality, in all its cruelty, had come knocking again.

I bathed slowly, the water scented with roses and laced with something soothing Helen must have added. She helped me out of the tub, her gentle hands toweling me off with care, as if I were something fragile. Something precious.

Then she brought out the dress.

The gown was made of layers of soft blush silk and moon-threaded chiffon. Pearls kissed the bodice, delicate and shimmering. The sleeves draped off my shoulders, and tiny crystals lined the edges like stardust. When I slipped it on, I looked like a myth, a ghost bride bathed in light.

If I hadn’t known better, I would’ve thought I was the bride.

Helen lined my eyes with kohl, added the softest pink blush to my cheeks, and brushed rosewater over my lips. Then she placed the sheer pink veil over my face, covering me from the world that hated to see me for what I truly was.

We walked down the spiraling tower steps. I held my head high, even as the castle walls seemed to breathe with whispers.

They always whispered.

“She’s coming out.”

“I heard she hexed the last mate.”

“Cursed. Rejected seven times? She should’ve been banished.”

They were loud, but I didn’t flinch.

Let them talk. Let them shiver when I passed.

At the grand marble arch that led into the throne hall, Helen took my hand.

“You look… radiant,” she whispered.

I gave her a crooked smile. “Then let them think I’m the cursed bride.”

The heavy doors creaked open.

And I walked in.

The throne room fell quiet at first. Then, the murmurs began.

“The witch is here.”

“Why was she allowed to attend?”

“Let’s hope she doesn’t burn the place down… like last time.”

“I heard her mother was even uglier.”

I grinned under the veil, venomous.

“These fools,” I muttered to Helen. “They shouldn’t get me annoyed… or they’ll meet their end in flames.”

She squeezed my hand. “Just breathe.”

I walked forward slowly, the train of my dress gliding behind me like a storm waiting to break. Every step echoed like a threat.

When I reached the dais, I gave a stiff nod to my father King Darius and his flawless queen, Seraphina. She didn’t nod back.

My gaze flicked to Anna, already seated in her regal gown, her blonde curls twisted into a halo. My half-sister. The palace’s golden light.

She smirked when she saw me.

“Don’t make a scene, Myrcella,” she whispered through her teeth.

I tilted my head and smiled wickedly. “Maybe I should.”

“You wouldn’t dare,” she hissed.

“Oh, Anna…” I leaned in slightly, letting my voice curl with amusement. “You know I live to be underestimated.”

Before she could spit a comeback, the throne room doors opened again.

A wave of murmurs swept through the room.

The groom’s family.

They glided in like royalty—draped in gold and deep velvet, glistening in opulence. Their presence drew the eyes of everyone in the room.

But the groom…

He wasn’t among them.

Not yet.

Just then, the herald stepped forward, voice loud and sharp as a blade.

“Announcing the groom’s family from the Royal House of Valtoria.”

The air cracked.

Silence slammed through the room like a slap. Gasps echoed. Fans paused mid-air. Wine glasses trembled on golden platters.

Because we all knew who the Royal House of Valtoria was.

The Fluxwalkers.

The cursed bloodline. The untamed breed of werewolves born with the mark of the void. The ones whispered about in hushed fear. Known for their beauty, their power… and their ruthlessness.

Even the candles flickered low, as if scared to burn in their presence.

I stood frozen, every part of me tightening, pulsing. My heart thundered like it wanted to rip through my chest. My hands curled into fists beneath the veil.

It couldn’t be.

I had dreamed of one. Touched one. Felt one inside me in that dream I couldn’t explain. And just yesterday, I’d asked Helen about them.

How was this possible?

My thighs clenched together.

My neck still tingled where he’d marked me.

The place between my legs still ached with that shameful, strange longing I couldn’t make sense of.

Now… this?

I looked toward my father, seated like a king carved from stone. Unbothered. Calm.

He knew.

He had planned this.

Of course he had. He was willing to wed his daughters off to anyone. Even a Fluxwalker.

I turned to Helen beside me. Her hand trembled in mine.

“They’re really… Fluxwalkers,” I whispered under my breath.

Helen didn’t answer. She stared ahead, lips parted, eyes wide with dread.

The massive doors opened again.

And they entered.

Tall. Shadowed. Regal. They didn’t walk like men—they moved like predators. As if the hall belonged to them. Every step they took swallowed the light. Cloaks of black and silver rippled behind them like mist trailing the moon. Their eyes—those silver, glowing eyes burned through the veil of normalcy like torches in the dark.

And at the center of them…

Was him.

He didn’t speak. He didn’t smile. He didn’t even glance at anyone else.

But I knew him.

Gods.

I knew him.

Even hidden behind my veil, I could feel his eyes on me.

My chest tightened. The fire started low in my belly, curling up like smoke. That strange, forbidden ache I’d tried to push away returned in a violent wave.

It was him.

The one from my dreams.

The Fluxwalker who marked me.

I couldn’t breathe.

The moment our eyes locked, my stomach dropped like a stone into a bottomless pit.

He was real.

And now he was walking toward me, cloaked in shadows and silence, wearing the colors of the groom’s house.

No this wasn’t happening.

My body remembered him before my mind could catch up. My thighs clenched, my neck burned, my lips throbbed from where I’d bitten them. I took a step back, then another—panic rising like a scream.

“Myrcella—” Helene hissed, trying to steady me, but I couldn’t hear her.

My heart was pounding.

He was here. In front of everyone. Staring only at me. Not my sister. Not the bride.

Me.

I couldn’t take it. The pressure. The heat. The memory of his mouth on mine and his bite on my neck.

Something inside me snapped.

The tall silk banner hanging over the throne—painted with the House of Stark sigil suddenly caught fire.

Screams. Gasps. Chairs clattered back. The crowd scattered like birds in a storm.

“Fire!”

“The banner—!”

“Get water!”

The flames licked up the wolf sigil, crackling and wild, eating through fabric like it had been soaked in oil. Sparks rained down like burning snow.

The guards rushed forward, shouting commands but they hesitated.

They stared at me.

Because I hadn’t moved.

I stood frozen, bathed in flickering orange light, face still hidden behind my pink veil… eyes wide with terror.

He was still watching me.

Unmoving. Unshaken.

And I saw it—just beneath the collar of his high-neck tunic.

That silver, spiraling tattoo on his chest, like a serpent made of smoke.

A Fluxwalker’s mark.

The mark of the one who claimed me in my dreams.

“It’s the witch! She’s the only one who can—!”

Voices exploded.

"She cursed the wedding!"

"She’s jealous of the bride!"

"Lock her back in the tower!"

"They should’ve burned her years ago like her mother!"

Spit flew from their lips, eyes wide with disgust. I stood in the center of it all motionless. The room felt like it was spinning, but I couldn’t tear my gaze away.

His eyes.

Cold. Silver. Unblinking.

My heart pounded. The air felt thick. My skin burned. Not from shame or fear but from that connection.

Then—SLAP!

Anna’s hand cut across my veil, striking my face.

Gasps rang out. I didn’t flinch.

Helen rushed forward. “She didn’t do it! I swear on the Moon Goddess, she—”

I held my arm out, stopping her.

Don’t.

If she defended me, they’d skin her alive.

Seraphina’s voice thundered from the throne. “She must be punished. No crime goes unpunished.”

Another noble stood. “She ruined the celebration!”

“She’s a cursed creature!”

“Look what she did to the banner!”

The words drowned each other out. A storm of hate.

I raised my hands slowly.

Silence.

With slow fingers, I reached for the edge of my veil… and pulled it away.

Gasps. One after another. A ripple of shock.

My face uncovered.

My beauty no longer hidden.

“Why would you think I did it?” I asked, calm as a blade before it sinks.

Luna Seraphina’s jaw clenched. “Because you hate your sister. Because you want to ruin this wedding. Because you’re a witch and the only one here who can summon fire!”

A single heartbeat passed.

And then I smiled.

The kind of smile that made people nervous.

Because deep down… even I wasn't sure what I was capable of anymore.

“Enough!”

My father’s voice sliced through the chaos like a blade.

Silence fell.

He didn’t even look at me when he spoke again.

“Anna… how do you want her punished?”

I froze.

My heart stopped.

He was asking her?

I turned to him, eyes burning with unshed tears.

But his face… was stone.

Anna stepped forward, lips curled in a smile that made my stomach turn.

“I want her stripped.”

Gasps.

My breath hitched.

“I want her flogged. Fifty lashes. In front of everyone.”

The words hit like whips already tearing into my skin.

“And then?” the King asked, like this was some casual matter.

Anna’s voice dripped with sweetness. “Lock her up again. Let me finish my wedding, Daddy.”

My fists clenched.

My eyes never left his.

He nodded. “So be it.”

The room erupted.

“She deserves it!”

“Witch!”

“She tried to burn us all!”

“Strip her! Strip her!”

I didn’t move.

Didn’t blink.

I stared through it all. Through the roars and filth and spit of their words.

I was drowning in humiliation—

But I stood.

Tall. Silent.

Tears filled my eyes… but not a single one dared fall.

“You want me stripped in front of your groom?”

My voice rang sharp, laced with venom as I tilted my head mockingly.

“Wouldn’t that be a bit… embarrassing for you?”

Anna smirked, cold and wicked.

“I don’t care what anyone thinks. Let them see what a vile creature you are. Let them see what an evil you’ve always been.”

Gasps rippled through the crowd.

I stood there… trembling.

Not from fear.

From rage.

I could feel it—

The fire curled at my fingertips. The burning hissed beneath my skin.

I could end this.

I could burn this entire hall to ashes and maybe… just maybe… I’d finally have peace.

But I couldn’t.

Not yet.

Not here.

Suddenly—

Rough hands.

Two guards lunged forward, grabbing me by the arms.

Another reached for the back of my dress.

They were going to undress me. Right here. In front of all of them.

My breath caught—

Fury surged.

And then—

The ground trembled.

“You touch my bride one more time…”

That voice.

His voice.

Dark. Deep. Commanding.

“…and I will bury every single one of you in one sitting.”