My Alpha's Secret Child Ruined Our Wedding DayChapter 1
Brielle’s POV
All my life, I had dreamed of this moment—the day I would stand beside Alpha Xavier Raven and finally become the Luna of the Stormvale Pack. He was the man I believed I would grow old with, the one I trusted with every fragile hope I carried in my heart. This day was supposed to mark the beginning of our forever.
The ceremony hall shimmered in soft silver and black. Obsidian roses lined the aisle, their dark petals glistening beneath the crystal lights, while thin ribbons of silver draped elegantly across the pillars. Lavender incense burned at the altar, its gentle smoke drifting upward toward the high vaulted ceiling as pack members chanted blessings to the Moon Goddess. The atmosphere felt sacred, heavy with expectation.
My heart pounded wildly in my chest—part excitement, part nervousness, part disbelief. I had imagined this scene countless times, replayed it in my mind until it felt more like a memory than a dream.
But he never arrived.
At first, I told myself he would be here any second. A few minutes passed. Then more. Soon, those minutes stretched into an hour, and the silence in the hall grew heavier. The murmurs among the pack members became impossible to ignore, their voices hushed but restless. Even the priestess standing before the altar shifted uneasily, trying to maintain calm despite the growing tension.
I stood frozen in place, dressed in white silk, my hands tightening around the bouquet of moon lilies I had carefully chosen that morning. My fingers trembled, and I forced myself to breathe steadily, even as unease curled inside my chest.
“Maybe something urgent came up,” Beta Carter murmured quietly beside me. His voice carried uncertainty, and he kept glancing toward the large wooden doors at the end of the hall. “He left the packhouse early today. I assumed he was already on his way here.”
My mouth felt parched. “You’re his Beta, Carter… you don’t know where he is?”
He shook his head slowly, his expression tense. “No, Luna—” he hesitated, correcting himself softly, “Brielle. He didn’t mention anything to me.”
The priestess cleared her throat, her voice gentle but cautious. “Perhaps we should give him a bit more time—”
“No,” I interrupted quietly, though my voice trembled slightly. “It’s alright.”