Reborn on my wedding day

chapter 2

REBORN ON MY WEDDING DAY

Chapter 2 – The Man Who Walked Out

Derek moved fast for a man in a tuxedo.

He came down the aisle with his shoulders forward and his face red, shoving past two uncles and a pack elder who barely got out of the way in time. "What is this?" His voice cracked off the stone walls. "Claire — what the hell is this?"

Julian didn't look at him.

He looked at Claire. One long, steady look, like he was checking that she was still decided. She held his gaze without flinching. Something in his face settled.

He bent slightly, hooked one arm behind her knees, and lifted her over his shoulder in a single motion.

Claire grabbed his jacket. "A little warning next time."

"You'll live." He was already walking toward the side door, one hand flat against the back of her thighs to keep her steady, completely unhurried, like carrying a bride out of her own wedding was something he did every other Tuesday.

"Put her down!" Derek was six feet behind them now, his voice going higher. "That's my—"

"She was," Julian said without turning around, and pushed open the door with his shoulder.

Sunlight and cold air hit Claire all at once. She heard the church explode behind them — voices, chairs scraping, Derek shouting her name. She also heard Vanessa's voice, very clearly, say: "Derek, stop. Let her go." Which told Claire everything she needed to know about how long that betrayal had been waiting to surface.

A black car idled at the curb. Julian set her on her feet beside it, opened the rear door, and looked at her. "Get in or don't. Your choice."

She got in.

He slid in after her. The driver — a big, quiet man with a shaved head — pulled away from the curb before the door had fully closed. Through the rear window Claire watched Derek burst through the church's front doors, still shouting, his hands out like he could call her back from fifty feet away. Vanessa appeared behind him a moment later, her bridesmaid bouquet still in her fist, watching the car disappear.

Claire faced forward.

The city moved past the windows. The organ music was gone. The church was gone. The life she had already lived and already lost was gone, and she was in the back of a car with the most dangerous Alpha in the region and her wedding dress was taking up half the seat.

The silence lasted about thirty seconds.

Julian reached across her and pressed a button on the armrest. The divider between the front and back seats slid up. The locks clicked.

He turned to look at her. His tie was crooked from where she had grabbed it. He didn't fix it.

"Sixty seconds," he said.

Claire looked at him. "What?"

"You have sixty seconds to tell me why you just started a war." He held her gaze, completely calm. "And if your answer doesn't make sense, I'm turning this car around."

Outside, a taxi honked. Someone on a corner was selling flowers. The city had no idea what had just happened in that church and it didn't care, and Claire found that almost funny.

She pressed her hands flat on her knees and thought about what she could say. The truth — I died in a prison cell three years from now and woke up here — would land her in a very different kind of problem. But she didn't need to say all of it. She only needed to say enough.

"Derek Cole is going to destroy my family," she said. "Not today. Not this year. But he will. He'll take the land my father left us, push my brother out of the pack, and then make sure there's no one left who remembers what the Hayes name used to mean." She paused. "I know this the way you know things you can't unhear. And I'm not going back to that altar."

Julian said nothing. His eyes stayed on hers.

"You want our land," she continued. "The eastern plot that connects North Ridge to the river road. You've tried to buy it twice. My father refused and then he died and Derek's been dangling it ever since." She had watched Derek use that land as a bargaining chip for three years, trading favors with it, promising it to people and pulling the promise back. She knew its value down to the acre. "I can give it to you. All of it. Without Derek as the middleman."

The car slid through a yellow light. Julian still hadn't moved.

"And what do you want in return?" he said.

"Your name," Claire said. "I need to be Mrs. Thorne long enough that Derek can't touch me or my brother. Six months. A year. Whatever it takes for him to lose the legal ground to come after us."

A beat.

"You planned this," Julian said.

"I made a decision." There was a difference. A plan implied she had known she would wake up in that wedding dress. She hadn't planned anything. She had survived, and then she had moved. "Are you interested or not?"

Julian leaned back against the seat. He looked at the roof of the car for a moment, then back at her. There was something working behind his eyes that she couldn't read — not anger, not amusement exactly, something older than both.

"You walked the length of a church full of pack witnesses," he said slowly, "grabbed an enemy Alpha by the tie, and proposed in front of everyone who matters in South Ridge territory." He tilted his head. "You either have no fear at all, or you've already seen what the worst looks like."

Claire said nothing.

"Which is it?" he asked.

She looked out the window. "Does it matter?"

The quiet stretched between them, but it wasn't an uncomfortable quiet. It was the kind that happened when two people were thinking hard in the same direction.

"I haven't agreed to anything," Julian said finally.

"I know."

"I'll need details. The land transfer. The terms. A timeline."

"I know that too."

He was quiet another moment. Then, almost to himself: "Derek Cole will come for me directly now. You understand that. You just handed him a reason to go to the Council."

"I handed you the river road," Claire said. "I think you can handle Derek Cole."

Something crossed Julian's face. Not quite a smile. Something that would have been a smile on a man who smiled more often.

The car turned onto the bridge and the river opened out below them, wide and silver in the afternoon light.

"Where are we going?" Claire asked.

"Somewhere neutral," Julian said. "While you explain the rest of it."

She looked at him. "The rest of what?"

He held her gaze. "Whatever part you didn't tell me just now."

He locked eyes with her and waited, and the locks on the doors stayed clicked, and the city kept moving past the windows like it had somewhere to be.