The hall buzzed with soft murmurs of the guests as time ticked by, yet the bride still hadn’t made her entrance.
From her seat, Flora cast a glance toward her parents at the bottom of the aisle, her unease growing with each passing second. ’Why isn’t Amelie here yet?’ she wondered, her brows knitting together. Unable to sit still any longer, she stood and quietly made her way to her mother.
"Mom, should I go check on Amelie?" Flora whispered, leaning close to Samyra’s ear.
Samyra nodded slightly, her voice low and laced with worry. "Yes. People are already starting to gossip. She said she needed some time alone," she murmured, her hands gripping the handles of her wheelchair a little tighter.
At the altar, Gabriel’s gaze swept the hall before settling on his mother. Mabel appeared unnervingly composed, her expression was too calm. He took a step forward, intent on going to check on Amelie himself, but Casaio gently grasped his arm.
"You can’t step off the altar," Casaio whispered, trying to maintain discretion.
"Then who’s going to bring her here?" Gabriel hissed in frustration.
"She’ll come. Don’t worry," Casaio replied, though a flicker of concern passed through his own eyes.
"It’s already been five minutes," Gabriel said. Then, he added, "Please, just check if Amelie is ready."
Casaio gave a quick nod. "Alright," he said, then stepped down from the altar and headed toward the hallway.
But before he could reach the doors, Amelie entered the hall.
The murmur of voices stopped instantly, replaced by a collective breath of awe. Dressed in the beautiful white gown, she walked with a long veil covering her entire face.
Gabriel’s face lit up with pure joy. Even the guests present couldn’t help but admire from their respective places. Everyone were happy, except for one.
The Luna Queen, Mabel Sinclair. Her expression darkened and her fists tightened as well. ’She didn’t listen to me.’
"Amelie looks so beautiful," Katelyn whispered in awe, rising to her feet with her phone already in hand, poised to capture the moment in pictures and video.
"And here comes the bride, Amelie Conley!" Dominick announced warmly into the microphone as he smiled proudly.
At the altar, Gabriel stood rooted to the spot, completely lost in her. Yet inside, his heart thundered with joy, and his wolf stirred restlessly with excitement.
Amelie paused at the end of the aisle, where her father waited for her. To her astonishment, David rose from his wheelchair, despite the pain of his recent injuries.
"Dad, you should—" Amelie began with concern in her voice.
"Don’t say a word," David interrupted gently, silencing her with a soft look. He reached for her hand before carefully hooking it around his arm, standing tall with pride.
"Let me walk you down the aisle," he said. "It’s my honor."
Amelie’s eyes turned misty. Holding the bouquet in one hand and her father’s arm with the other, she stepped onto the aisle.
Her gaze lifted, and the moment her eyes met Gabriel’s, her heart fluttered wildly. A wave of warmth surged through her, washing away every trace of fear that had clung to her moments ago.
She had been caught between the Queen’s stern warning and her own uncertain thoughts. Terrified, she had stood on the edge of decision. But in that quiet moment of reflection, the truth was crystal clear within her: she didn’t want to run. She didn’t want to abandon him and their future they were supposed to build together.
Amelie didn’t care about the past life she couldn’t recall, nor did she fear what it might contain. In the present, in the now, if there was one person she wanted by her side, it was Gabriel.
And for that man, she was ready to fight against every odd. She was ready to protect him the same way he did. She wanted to believe in their bond more than the words of the high priestess or the queen.
Meanwhile, Gabriel bit his bottom lip, his hands clasped tightly in front of him as he struggled to keep his emotions in check. His heart thudded in his chest as Amelie approached closer to him.
It felt like a dream, one he never dared to believe would come true. He had always possessed power, status, money and respect, but love... was never there.
But once he found Amelie, his mate, that factor also fulfilled.
As Amelie neared, Gabriel’s feet moved instinctively, drawn to her as if by an invisible thread.
When she reached the end of the aisle, David offered his daughter’s hand. Bowing respectfully to the prince, he gently placed Amelie’s hand into Gabriel’s open palm, sealing the moment with a soft pat.
Casaio stepped forward, assisting David back down the aisle with care.
Gabriel lifted Amelie’s hand and pressed a reverent kiss to her knuckles. Her radiant smile in response sent warmth through him.
"You look... gorgeous," Gabriel whispered in adoration. "I don’t even have the words." He pulled her closer, looking straight into her eyes through the veil.
Then, hand in hand, he led her toward the altar.
Facing each other, they kept holding each other’s hands. The priest began with the vows.
However, Gabriel added a few of his own words which he wanted to speak from the bottom of his heart.
"From the moment I found you, my world entirely shifted. The first time, you were in my arms and now, feels the same to me. And I know this feeling will remain same until we grow old together. I, Gabriel Sinclair, vow to protect you, Amelie Conley, with my life, cherish you in every moment, and stand by you not just as your husband, but as your mate, chosen by fate, but bound by soul.
Today, I give you my heart, my future, and my promise to love you without any question and fear. I take you as my wife, Amelie Conley."
Amelie’s eyes brimmed in tears as the priest asked her to repeat the vows. Amelie, too, decided to confess him how much he meant for her.
"The first time I saw you, I was desperate to live. You gave me the hope and protection I never thought I would ever get from anyone. In the beginning, I was uncertain about the bond we shared, but as the days passed, I realized I couldn’t live without you. When I was left alone, you were the only person who made me feel how important I was.
I, Amelie Conley, vow to love you, Gabriel Sinclair, in your strength and your sorrow, and to stand as your equal, your partner, and your mate. My life is yours. I take you as my dear husband."
Claps echoed in the hall in sync, cheering for the couple.
"Now, please exchange the rings," the priest announced.
Gabriel gently took Amelie’s hand in his, his fingers brushing against hers with reverence. Holding her gaze, he slipped the delicate diamond ring onto her finger, sealing the beautiful bond between them.
Amelie’s lips curved into a soft smile as she took his hand next. She slid the ring onto his finger as a tear of joy slipped from her eye.
"You both are husband and wife from now onward," the priest declared. "The groom may kiss his bride."
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Mass release done! Hope you enjoyed these Chapters. Next mass release will happen if we cross 150+ GTs. It can help me improve the rank and find more readers.
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