Chapter 53
Auren POV
Lucien was a future I was walking toward–one I had never dared to even wish for in my dreams.
He looked gorgeous. When our gazes locked, the world faded around me. I was mesmerized by him, and impressed not only by all the décor and wedding preparations, but by the effortless way he commanded the room.
His gaze darkened and his fists curled tightly as if he was stopping himself from reaching me. I could feel his wolf prowling beneath the surface when his eyes flashed golden for a flicker of a second. There was possessiveness rolling off him in waves.
I felt my feet moving on their own, as if my body was drawn to him. This was a grand wedding I’d never even dreamed of What can you expect from an omega like me who wasn’t even invited to celebrations in her own pack, let alone being the center of one!
A bush fell over the crowd as I walked forward. My fingers trembled as they clutched the bouquet of white moonflowers
When I finally reached where he was standing, without looking at Alpha Bram, he stepped forward. He took my hand in his, his large palin completely enveloping mine. His grip was soft but firm as his dark eyes burned into mine. From the corner of my eye. I saw Alpha Bram walking away.
Lucien rugged me in front of him. He leaned in and in a rough, low voler said. “You look stunning
A shiver ran down my spine as his pine and spice scent washed over me.
He let out a rough exhale. Tve never waited for anyone so much in my life:
His words made me blush but the truth was that even 1 hadn’t waited for anyone so hard all my life. The last few hours were spent only thinking about him.
The altar was beneath an enormous silver arch that was engraved with ancient symbols. The Moon Goddess’s state was only a few steps away from us. The temple’s roof was open and the sky above us was clear with the moon and stars glowing brightly
The Shaman started the ceremony by chanting sacred words. He raised his hands and his deep voice resonated in the temple. “In the presence of the Moon Goddess, we call upon the sacred bond which ties these two mates cogether. He started chanting incantations as Lucien only looked an me the whole time. After some time, the Shamon said, “May the moois goddess bless this union. May the spirits of our ancestors guard this bond.”
His words reminded me of the morning in the ruins of the Eldermere temple, but I pushed those thoughts aside.
The Shaman picked up a bowl of sacred water that had petals of roses. “Give your hands,” he demanded as he held out a ceremonial dagger.
Lucien gave his hand first. The Shaman sliced a shallow cut across his palm. Blood pooled and dropped in the sacred bowl. Then I extended my palm. When he pressed the dagger in my palm, my hand trembled. Lucien med his grip on my wrist, his jaw clenching. Blood pooled in my palm and the Shaman brought the sacred bowl below it. My blood mixed with his in the bowl. I gasped when it started swirling on its own and the water turned a deep crimson. Like ink.
The Shaman was astonished as he stared at the blood, but then he smiled, has face shining with approval “This is a union by the will of the Moon Goddess. Join your hands to seal the bond.”
Lucien took my hand in his, our bloods mixing. The moment our hands met, a strange sensation pulsed through me. I was getting drowned in so much heat that I could melt. Lucien’s grip tightened on me slightly, as if he felt the same sensation. Like our hearts were forging.
When we removed our hands, I was surprised that the cut was healed. “From now on, your faces are forever entwined.”
A shudder ran through me. I didn’t know if I should take those words positively or negatively, My vision became blurry because I really hoped that my life was not sealed with his I was doomed, but I wanted him to live forever.
“You may exchange the rings,” the shaman said
Tarian, who was standing a few feet away, walked to Lucien with an open red velvet box. I was stunned to see a pink diamond ring in it. Lucien plucked the ring and slipped it on my ring finger. There was another ring sitting in it for me to give him. But I looked at Vivi who was nearby. She hurried toward me with a small cushion in her hand on which sat my father’s ring. I picked it up and slipped it on Lucien’s finger. His surprise was palpable. In a soft, low voice only meant for him, I said. “This is my father’s ring.”
His breath lodged in his throat. In a deep voice, he said, “Thank you”
“You may kiss the bride,” the Shaman’s voice came.
Lucien leaned in. My breath hitched when he reached for my veil. Slowly, he lifted it, revealing the face of his Luna to the Moon Goddess, and to everyone present. He looked at me intensely and I felt bare under his heated gaze. His eyes settled on my lips and the air between us thickened with tension. He cupped my face, his thumb skimming over my cheek. My heart pounded wildly in my chest and I barely had time to take a breath when he leaned in and his lips pressed against mine.
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I let out a long sigh, as if I had waited for this moment all my life, I surrendered to the sensation, to him. As he took my lips, his kiss felt claiming reverent. I parted my lips and he delved his tongue inside, a rumble ripping off his chest. He gripped the back of my neck tightly as he explored my mouth with his tongue with urgency. It didn’t feel like a kiss. It felt like a vow with unspoken promise.
Heat unfurled in my chest, spreading through my limbs like wildfire. My knees felt weak. I melted into him as I clutched his coat in order to anchor myself, allowing my world to tilt and spin at a speed that made me dizzy
The crowd erupted into howls and cheers.
“Alpha Lucien,” someone called us from somewhere. But he didn’t listen and continued to kiss me.
“A–Alpha” the voice came again. Lucien’s grip on fare only became firmer.
“Alpha Lucien!” someone said loudly enough to break our reverie. Only this time. Lucien left me, his demeanor morphing to anger. He pulled me against his chest, his eyes flashing golden when he snapped his head at the source of the voice.
Tarian immediately inclined his neck. Meekly, he said. “Alpha Lucien, the ceremony isn’t over.
Some people chuckled as some laughed at their Alpha’s impatience. Goddess I could feel hear blooming all the way to my ears.
“Okay,” Lucien growled in a clipped voice. Holding my hand tightly, he tugged me to the statue of the Moon Goddess.
As I reached there. I felt like she was looking at me. The Shaman poured the crimson water from the sacred bowl over her feet, and as it flowed, a prickling sensation sparked across my tattoo.
AD
