Chapter 76
Chapter 80
DECKARD
I leave the castle at dawn, anticipationtilled me
Today is monumental, and if I’m being honest, there’s a strange excitement coursing through me. I know Amica probably feels it too, though she masks it well behind her calm demeanor. It’s fisting, given the circumstances. I dont understand how I am feeling but i might endup confessing my feelings to her tonight i can’t keep it in.
At the hotel, my beta rants on, rattling off his disbelief about my wedding “You? Sealing down? I didn’t think I’d live to see the day he quips, his laughter filling the room
1 barely acknowledge him. His chatter is nothing more than background nose to me. My focus is chewhere–on the invitations that have gone out to the most influential allies and power players from near and far. Everyone who matters will be there, including prominent members of the Apex Orck. This wedding marks a beginning of something i cant name…
And Dane! That waste of space! Of course, I didn’t invite him. Oh, how I’d relish the look on his face when he hears the news his ex–wife, the woman he discarded and disrespected, rising above him in position, power, and wealth. But he’s beneath my notice now. Why waste time spiting someone so insignificant? He doesn’t belong among giants.
Let him hear of it from the shadows, left to stew in his irrelevance while the rest of us celebrate something far greater than his meager existence.
From my room, I hear the hum of voices ring from the reception below, growing louder as more guests arrive from near and far. T
I don’t usually concern myself with appearances, but today’s attire is carefully chosen–handpicked from the best designers, befitting an Alpha of my stature. My cufflinks, platinum wolves with diamond eyes, catch the light as I adjust my sleeves, glinting with a quiet ferocity.
On my wrist sits a timepiece, obsidian–faced and unbranded, a masterpiece from a craftsman so skilled that his creations need no signature. Subtle, perfect, and powerful–much like me.
1 turn toward the window, where the view is nothing short of regal. Below, the carefully curated gardens stretch out, a symphony of lavender and Jasmine in the air, their scents chosen specifically for this day.
Marble fountains catch the sunlight, their crystalline streams glinering like jewels, while the pathways–paved in white si
stone that seems to gla under the dright sumener suit
Beyond the gardens, the horizon unfurls into majestic peaks, the distant mountains, It’s a scene of unrivaled beauty and power
I adjust the high collar of my suit, the rich fabric cool against my fingertips, crafted from a rare blend of cashmere and silk that seemed to drink in the sunlight without ever losing its depth. The cufflinks–platinum wolves with eyes of black diamonds–reflected my heritage with quin defiance On my wrist, the bespoke timepiece gleamed with the faintest edge of obsidian.
The venue itself had been transformed into something extraordinary. Rows of cream–colored chairs stretched out before an altar made of natural stone, its surface covered with a cascade of white orchids and emerald ivy. The canopy above the altar was sheer, allowing the sunlight to filter through while providing just enough shade to keep the scene serene. From the light canopy were delicate crystal pendants that caught the light and scattered it in solt prisms over the guests already gathered below
I adjust the high collar of my suit, the fabric cool and commanding beneath my fingers. It’s more than just clothing– it’s a statement. Crafted from a rare blend of cashmere and silk, the suit absorbs the sunlight without surrendering its depth, a reflection of the power it wraps around me. My cufflinks–platimim wolves with black diamond eyes–speak in my heritage, not with arrogance, but with a quiet defance. On my wrist, the bespoke obsidian–faced timepiece adds the Sinal touch, its design sharp and deliberate, like every move I make
The venue itself had been transformed into something extraordinary. Rows of cream–colored chairs stretched out before an altar made of natural stone, its surface covered with a cascade of white orchids and emerald ivy. The canopy above the altar was sheer, allowing the sunlight to filter through while providing just enough shade to keep the scene serene. From the light canopy were delicate crystal pendants that caught the light and scattered in soft prisis over the guests already gathered below,
Guests were arriving.
The women were adomed in different rich clothings, shimmering silks and velvets that whispered as they moved, their jewels flashing in the light and The men were no less striking either. They mingled beneath the open sky, champagne glasses in hand, with laughter and conversation p>
“ You’re going to make the rest of us look like we are playing dress–up,” Leonard jokes.
“As it should be.” Raphael chimes in with a smirk,
“I believe Amira should have arrived by now,” I say, adjusting my cufflinks one final time. “Co confirm, so she doesn’t keep me waiting at the altar p>
Chapter 80
“Hey Whatever the groom wants, the groom gets Raphael teases, throwing me a mock sauce.
“Don’t call the that,” I respond sharply, though the comer of my mouth betrays a faint smile.
Sorry, but for today, you are the groom,” Leonard quips, earning a chuckle from Raphael
I turn my gaze toward the window, a thought crossing my mind. I wonder how breathtaking Amica will look today. The mere idea of her walking toward me might steal the air from my lungs, but then agam, she’s the one who breathes life into me
Time pass, and Raphael doesn’t reiur. The harp and piano outside begin their harmonious rune, signaling that it’s time. Leonard glances at me. “Let’s meet Raphael outside.” he suggests.
As we step out into the garden, chaos greets us p>
Guards are scattered, their faces pale and stricken, as if they’ve seen a ghost. Something is wrong!
What is wrong!
ig? Where is my Luna?!” I roar, my voice slicing through the chaos like a blade. I know something is wrong because i can not
The bond feels muted.
One of the guards finally musters the courage to step forward, trembling under my glare. “Alphat She was kidnapped p>
Rage explodes within me as I grab him by the collar, lifting him off his feet. “How did you let that happen p>
−1-1 apologize, my Alpha,” he stammers, his body shaking like a weakling,
Fear. Have no patience for it now, i let him go “Tell me everything that happened?” I demand, my wolf clawing at the surface.
He gulps before spilling the details. “Her Rolls–Royce. It deserted us on the way to the venue. We tried to follow, but then bikers dangerous ones… started shooting at us. They forced us off the road p>
My mind races, a whirl of anger and worry.
“Get everyone on the ground, now!” 1 bellow, my voice laced with command. “Every eye immediately
te will search, and every foot will
I want her found-
“If I do not find the Luna today, everyone present at the abduction will be executed declare, and i mean every word i say.
Amica… my Amica. The thought of her enduring even a moment of pain sends rage surging through me. She has barely recovered from the life- threatening illness that almost took her from me–an ordeal I’ve scarcely managed to recover from myself.
What if she falls into that evil coma again!
Martha’s warnings echo in my mind: If it happens again, she might of survive it.
How can I call myself her mate, her Alpha, if I can’t p
protect her!
And yet, I have no direction. No trail to follow, I can’t feel her, can’t sense her through our bond. She hasn’t called out to me—not even a whisper.
I can’t bear to entertain but can’t push away the bomble thoughs in my mind either.
Is she dead!