The Alpha's Forsaken Bride

I shouldn’t have.

Why did I let my curiosity get the better of me? I wish I could turn back time to five minutes earlier; I’d walk away from here.

I just married the Alpha’s son of the Golden Lake Moon Pack, and tonight we’re celebrating. He is my mate, and despite not shifting into my wolf at eighteen, he accepted me wholly. He stopped others from bullying and calling me names. It is a dream come true to have a mate who loves me so dearly.

I hide behind the wall, gathering my hair to the side as I strain my ears to listen to their argument.

“What the hell, Marcus? You actually said yes and went through with the wedding. What if she does not change tonight? White wolves transform on the blue moon, which happens once in a lifetime. What if she doesn’t change?” Lana’s words make me freeze in my spot. I blink thrice. What does she mean? What is she trying to say?

“Can we not do this now? The celebration has started already. I can end things tomorrow. Stop being dramatic!” Marcus replies in a hushed tone.

What? Blue moon? Absent-mindedly, I look up to see the full blue moon out for display.

All of a sudden, silence settles between them. I know why—they noticed my presence. Earlier, they were too engrossed in their conversation to smell or detect me.

“Yvette?” Marcus calls with uncertainty in his voice. Please, heavens, tell me this isn’t happening. No, it must be a misunderstanding. He will make me understand clearly.

With a heart heavy with hope, I step out of my hiding place with a nervous smile playing on my lips. The two appear like thieves caught red-handed.

“Hey, were you guys talking about me?” What a foolish question. My heart is beating like crazy, and that’s the dumbest thing that could leave my mouth. Marcus, with his dark hair that looks somehow dark blue, dressed in his wedding attire, combs his hair with his fingers. “What’s wrong, babe?” I don’t like the look on their faces.

Lana’s scoff pulls my attention to her. She isn’t even looking at me; she folds her arms, looking to the left like I am a waste of her time.

“Babe, wh—”

“Don’t fucking call me that, you runt.”

I hear something crack. It must be my heart. No, no, no, I heard wrong. A nervous laugh escapes me. I step closer to him, ignoring the look of disgust and annoyance on his face. Before I can reach him, he moves to the side, and I almost trip on the material of my gown.

“I-I don’t understand. “What’s going on?” My sight becomes blurry with unshed tears. “Why are you being like this?” My voice is shaky and so low.

“Well, you already heard us.” Lana finally turns to face me. She looks at me like I am gum underneath her shoe.

“Marcus has no use for a runt like you. He only married you in hopes that you were a white wolf, considering your father was one. But it seems this is not the case. The blue moon is out, and you’re yet to transform. I already knew it was impossible, but Marcus just wanted to be sure. You’re useless.” She drops each word like a bomb. My head starts to shake in denial even before she finishes talking.

“I don’t believe you. Marcus, tell her. You love me. You can’t possibly not love me. I’m your mate.” I say with a smile, trying to make him look at me. But when I touch his arm, he yanks it away. “Marcus?”

“How could you think my people would let me marry a runt for a Luna? Are you insane?” He lowers his voice as his friends come and pull him away back into the party. He throws me a scornful look over his shoulder as he leaves the hallway. I can only watch with my mouth open.

Lana coils her hand around mine tightly; it hurts. I wince, but she covers it with a fake giggle. “The only reason Marcus is still with your ugly ass is because of the one per cent possibility that you might be a white wolf. You should be grateful, even if that means you’d have to watch me satisfy him in ways you can never.” She says with clenched teeth as she drags me back into the party. My whole body is frozen. This can’t be happening.

Memories flood through me, drowning out the classical music playing when we return to the hall swarming with people. I know I look frightened on the outside. I know I look pale, scared, and torn, but no one pays me any mind. They all knew. They all knew the purpose behind this marriage. I am the only one who was naïve enough to believe Marcus loved me for who I am.

My hands are shaking; I feel lightheaded. My heart feels like it’s about to burst into a million pieces. They dance, laugh, and giggle.

It may be my subconsciousness, but it looks as if they are laughing at me, some even pointing fingers. They’re saying, ‘Look at her, she actually thought she would be Luna.’ Pathetic!

No, no, no!

A loud boom goes off in the distance, barely audible over the music and chatter. I jump in my skin, glancing around, but no one else seems to notice. I try to steady my breathing, but a sense of unease crawls up my spine.

Suddenly, the floor beneath us vibrates, sending ripples through my gown. The chatter dies down, and the music stops abruptly. My heart races faster. I hear a crack, then a series of cracks. One after another, heads turn upwards.

The glass ceiling above us begins to shatter, sending shards raining down. The hall is enveloped by screeching and screams as bats pour in through the broken glass. Vampires.

Everything becomes chaotic. The bats invade us, scratching and attacking. I do the only thing I can—I run with my heart in my throat. We are being attacked by vampires.

This can’t be happening. Panicked, I tear the ends of my gown aggressively, not caring how mad it makes me look. If I get captured… No, I must never get captured.

Werewolves consider anyone who isn’t a wolf an enemy, but vampires are the villains of the world of the mystical. In our world, there were just witches, dragons, griffins, and other creatures.

Slowly but eventually, they became extinct, but vampires… They stayed, and now they are at the top of the food chain, which makes them unstoppable. A bite of a vampire kills a werewolf. I have no idea how that works, but that’s how it works.

Lately, werewolves have been able to live in peace with vampires, but there are some who hate the peace. They attack packs and steal from them. Werewolves know better than to fight back, which is why the soldiers of our pack do nothing but try to take people into hiding. It is an every-man-for-himself scenario, and I am running blindly.

People around me scatter in all directions. Screams and cries for help fill the air as the soldiers rush to usher everyone to safety. The vampires are relentless, their attacks merciless.

I dodge and weave through the chaos, my mind racing with fear and confusion. Just as I think I might find a way out, a vampire swoops down, its fangs bared. I barely dodge its attack, stumbling over the remnants of my torn gown.

I have to keep moving. I can’t stop. If I stop, I die. The realization hits me hard. I am alone. Marcus, Lana, everyone—they’re all fighting for their own survival.

No one is coming to save me. I have to save myself. With every ounce of strength and determination I can muster, I push forward. Breathing becomes hard for me. There is no way for me to run under or into.

There, I almost cry out in happiness when I see a door. I don’t know where it leads to, but it will take me away from here. I run up the stairs hurriedly when suddenly something latches onto my right ankle and drags me back down the stairs.

My head hits the wooden boards repeatedly, and when it stops, I taste the metallic flavor of blood in my mouth. My world swirls as my eyes lose focus. A loud ringing goes off in my head alongside the screaming and shouting.

I feel a weight on me; I don’t know who or what, but I begin to fight. Kicking my legs and throwing my hands in an attempt to defend myself until I feel my body rise above the ground.

A scream leaves my mouth. They’ve got me. No, no, no, this can’t be happening. My right leg gets freedom, and I swing it. Luckily, it gets me released, and I fall back down with a thud.

I ignore the pain throbbing in my head and crawl rapidly up the stairs. Before I can get to the top, I see Marcus. His panicked eyes set themselves on me. I hear a loud screech behind me; I look down to see a deformed vampire crawling up behind me.

“No!” My hand slaps against the last step, and I drag my body up. “Marcus! Take my hand! Help me!” I reach out for him to take it.

“Come here,” a growl reaches the back of my ears when I feel a pair of cold hands drag my ankles. No! I hold tightly to the railing and stretch out my left hand for Marcus to take. There is nothing stopping him from taking my hand, but Marcus did not take my hand. No!