Accidental marriage to the wrong alpha twin

You can't save me

Elysia

Kieran leaned closer to me, with so much care, he held the hems of my veil, slowly raising it. I bit my lips, nervous, but the moment he raised my veil above my face, his hands froze midair. Like he was starstruck.

I bet he was. I had outdone myself today, the makeup was perfect, but mostly, I have never been so happy. I was glistening with love.

“Ooh, someone is stuck,” someone says from the audience, and it makes everyone laugh. But it didn’t stop Kieran, he stepped closer, using his fingers to run down my jaw, his hands held in a glove still caused my skin to burn.

I had imagined what this night would be like if only his fingers could cause so much uproar, but abruptly, he pulled his fingers away. And he took a step backward.

It was my turn now. So I braced myself to remove his veil; unlike mine, it wasn't long, it was just resting on his shoulder, so I pulled it over his head.

My heart fell into the pit of my stomach. And my smile dropped.

“Hello, love…” His lips curled in a light smile. His voice was deeper than I remembered. His jaw was sharper, and to make it worse, he had stubble with low hair.

Frightened by the realization of who was standing before me, I staggered backward. Everyone in the room might have gotten the message as well.

“Preposterous!” The priest yelled from where he stood, and everyone was on alert.

The man who looked so much like Kieran stood before us with his hands up in the air. Still holding a smile like he was being surrounded by fans who called out his name. His eyes met mine, they were dark and grey, like a fox, sharp and dangerous. My anxiety kicked in. And I started panting.

“Oh, love, why do you run from your husband?” He said, taking a step forward. I staggered backward as reality hit me. It can’t be…

“You weren’t so scared last night. I thought you would be more confident than this.” He closed the gap between us; his eyes pierced into my soul as he trapped me by holding my waist. I froze. It was as though I was looking at Kieran, but a different version of him.

A bad version of Kieran.

His hands held my jaw as he forced me to stare into his eyes.

He leans down to my ear; his newly shaved stubble scratches my skin as he leans closer to my ear. “You belong to me tonight, love. Just like I promised,” He whispered before placing a kiss on my ear. “Those lacy panties of yours. That one. I love it.” He sucked his lips to my neck, pressing a kiss on it.

The next thing I heard was a gunshot. Firing in the hall and the sound of people running for their lives.

“Stay away from my daughter, you murderer!!” He stepped away immediately, then pulled out a gun from his waist. I didn’t know he had one.

“Don’t tempt me, old man.”

Beside me was my father with a long shotgun. And before me was this man with a gun of his own, but he was outnumbered. The guards present in the pack all had guns pointed at him.

What I had dreamed of being a perfect wedding soon turned into a nightmare.

“Elysia, are you okay?” I heard a trampling noise behind my ears; turning, it was lia, she was lying on the floor tugging my dress. I stared through my blurry gaze to see three of my bridesmaids behind me; they were signalling that I had left the altar in silence.

I stared at my father, who had his gun pointed at the man, his hands by the trigger, and then I saw the gun aimed at him. Normally, I know one bullet wouldn't be enough to gun my father down, his healing ability would kick in, and he would be able to overcome even six bullets.

But then I noticed a red dot on everyone's forehead that they were too busy to recognize.

Everyone, including my dad, who had multiple.

“Stop!!!!” I yelled, running over to my father in my heavy wedding dress, stepping in front of the gun.

“I would not let you kill my father! Never! if you want me, take me; don’t include my father.” I yelled, with the kind of courage even tons of liquor couldn’t give me. My father tried to push me away but I stepped forward. My eyes focused on the man before me.

I had only heard of him once. And it wasn’t a word of praise, I knew exactly who he was. I knew the evil he had committed, and I knew his presence meant death. He was the dark prince. And an embodiment of evil.

“You came here to kill me, right? You came here to kill me just like you did before?’” I said braver.

“Elysia, what are you doing?” my father yelled. I turned to him, annoyed by his persistence in the moment.

“Dad, you don’t have to save me, you can’t save everyone, just like Mom. Let me do this myself.” I yelled back at him and then turned to him.

“Since this is what you want to do. Kill me now, but you must promise not to kill anyone else.” I said, his brows furrowed in a slight frown, before he broke into loud, blaring laughter. He laughed too loudly, like I had told a joke, and the moment had gone awkward really fast.

As he threw his head back, I noticed a tattoo peeking out of the collar of his shirt, it was a skeletal hand.

Just then, the laughter ends, and his frown deepens.

“You must see yourself as some form of prize, little one, but you are merely a fraction in my aim for coming here.”

He flickered his fingers, and the hall went wild with bullets, all the glasses in the hall exploded with bullets flying everywhere. I ducked, and my father lay above my head, shielding me from any shot. Eventually, I saw blood, but it wasn’t mine.