I Broke Into The Alpha's Wedding

Chapter 3

Angela’s POV

The air was thick with gasps, and wide eyes were everywhere. Everyone in the room stared at the abandoned groom on the stage. Whispers began to ripple through the crowd.

“What happened?” I asked the person next to me.

“I heard that guy is the bride’s first love,” they whispered back.

“First love?” I echoed. “Wow. The groom must be mortified,” someone else chimed in.

“Yeah, this is awkward,” another person agreed.

I glanced at the miserable groom on stage and felt an odd sense of solidarity. After all, misery loves company.

A thought flashed through my mind: why is it that the heartless always find happiness, while we’re left to suffer?

I took a gulp of wine, emptying my glass in one go, then slammed it down on the table, declaring, “If she won’t marry him, I will!”

Still wearing my wedding dress, I staggered to the stage and grabbed the mic from the host, Mike.

With as much emotion as I could muster, I announced to the groom, “Darling, I’ve loved you for over a decade. I thought we’d never get our chance, but the Moon Goddess has given me another shot. That bad woman doesn’t appreciate you. I do. Let’s get married.”

I gave him a pleading look, silently praying he’d understand what I meant. But he just stood there, staring at me like a deer caught in headlights.

I sighed in frustration. Just as I was about to give up…

“YES, I will.”

He flashed a dazzling smile and reached out, pulling me into a tight hug. His face buried in my neck, and I felt something unfamiliar, but I chose to ignore it.

My breath became uneven. Can someone please get him off me before I have a heart attack?

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Cassian’s POV

“What do you want me to do?” I nearly leapt out of my chair, double-checking with my grandfather to make sure I hadn’t heard him wrong.

“Get married,” my grandfather, Orlando Payne, repeated calmly. “I want you to marry before my birthday. That’s the best gift you could give me.”

I snorted, mocking the idea of such a terrible birthday gift. “Why do you think I need to get married? I’m still young, and I haven’t found my mate yet. I’m not just going to settle down with some random she-wolf.”

“You’re 29, Cassian,” my grandfather pointed out matter-of-factly. “I married your grandmother when I was 20. You’re at the age where you should be settling down.”

Now, I regretted making the spur-of-the-moment decision to visit my grandparents at the Cold Moon Pack. Maybe I should’ve stayed at the Blue Moon Pack instead of coming back to this pressure to marry.

Now, I found myself trapped in my grandfather’s study—or rather, his personal interrogation room—as he rambled on about things I had no interest in.

“I’m not interested in marriage,” I arrogantly told him. “Marriage isn’t for me.”

“You’ve never been married, so how do you know?”

“I just know.”

Grandfather laughed, pulling a pricey cigar from his suit pocket and lighting it. He took a long drag, exhaling a thick cloud of white smoke. “If I were you, I wouldn’t be so arrogant, kid. Look at your Beta, Sean. He swore he’d never marry, and now look at him. He’s happily married to his mate, Emma. They’re expecting their first child, and Sean’s about to become a father.”

I knew where this was headed. Of course, my grandfather had heard about Sean’s bride being pregnant. As a former Alpha King, he hoped his lineage would continue into the next generation.

For centuries, the position of Alpha King had passed down through male heirs. Since I was my father’s only child, Grandfather was probably worried that if I didn’t marry soon, the Alpha bloodline would be in danger.

He probably thought I was too old and would miss my chance to have children.

“Don’t you envy your friend?” Grandfather pulled me from my thoughts. “He’s finally going to have his own child.”

“No.”

Grandfather took another drag of his cigar, a sly smile curling on his lips, making me furrow my brow.

“What a heartless answer,” he teased.

If only he knew how much Sean had suffered for this child. The once-gentle, beautiful Emma had become a temperamental nightmare during her pregnancy, and Sean had borne the brunt of it. He had to deal with his volatile wife every day while scrambling to learn all about pregnancy and caring for a new mother. I could never let myself end up like that, never.

Grandfather continued, clearly enjoying himself. “You’re still too young. Did you know your mother, Kate, has already arranged countless blind dates with she-wolves for you?”

I knew it. My mother, Kate, had been more relaxed when I was under 25 and still unmarried, but now that I was 29, she’d lost all composure and become obsessed with finding me a mate.

“I’m sure you’ll eventually marry a beautiful she-wolf,” Grandfather added.

I frowned at him. “I’m not interested.”

“Then tell your mother.”

Suddenly, my chair felt uncomfortable. I regretted coming here, should’ve known better.

“You can tell her I’m not interested in her matchmaking,” I grumbled.

“I will,” Grandfather responded quickly, and the tone made me even more uneasy. He was clearly negotiating something.

“But I have one condition.”

I rolled my eyes. “What condition?”

Grandfather’s grin widened, and I wondered if I was walking right into his trap.

“I want you to find yourself a bride.”

I sighed deeply and looked at him helplessly. “Are we really going back to this?”

“We never left the topic, Cassian,” my grandfather retorted. “We just got off track.”

“Grandfather, I’ll say this one last time.” I stood up, preparing to leave. “I. Will. Not. Marry.”

As I reached the door, Grandfather spoke again.

“Cassian, by my 80th birthday, you must introduce me to your bride…”

“I’ve told you a hundred times, I don’t…”

“Listen, Cassian.” His voice turned serious, causing me to pause. “If you don’t introduce your bride by my birthday, I’ll strip you of your right to inherit the Alpha King position. I’ll make your cousin the next Alpha instead.”

“Are you out of your mind?” I asked him rudely. “You hate weakness, and Laurel is nothing but a complete playboy. He’s like a human breeding machine, determined to plant his ‘seeds’ in every she-wolf he can. You want him to be the only heir? Do you want the Blue Moon Pack to become the battleground of Game of Thrones? He doesn’t even need you to pass the Alpha title to him. In a few decades, he’ll have his own pack.”

“Let’s just call it a harsh measure,” my sly grandfather said. “If I have to give you an ultimatum to get you to finally marry, so be it. Your grandmother and I are getting too old to keep waiting for you.”