Bride of the Cursed Alpha (Auren and Lucien) novel Chapter 55

Chapter 55

Auren POV

I had never witnessed such celebrations in my life, so I watched it all mesmerized. I stood beside Latin with our fingers intertwined. The wedding ceremony was over. I was now officially his wife–his Lana. Proud swelled in my chest.

But even as the sacred bond wrapped around us, I could feel the weight of stares from the audience. I knew there were whispers about me, expectations of how soon I would be able to give birth to an heir, and then how soon I would die. I didn’t want to go there. Alpha Lucien had given me the best gift of my life. Marriage and respect. What else could an orphan omega like me wanti

Lucien danced with me for an hour, but since I had no formal training in dancing, I stepped over his feet a number of times. Eventually he picked me up by waist in his arms like I was as light as a feather and danced. I couldn’t stop giggling, and he couldn’t stop staring at me intensely. My stomach Buttered, my body tingled, and I felt like I could get lost in the darkness of those eyes.

am intact on my waist. It was a show of who I

At the end. I was completely exhausted. He pulled me in his lap and made me sit there with his as belonged to. My posesive Alpha.

I watched Tarian also enjoying the celebrations. And I was surprised to see that he was quite a playboy. He danced with several different she–wolves, all of whom were batting eyelashes at him, flining openly. I couldn’t help but laugh and shake my head. This Tarion was so different from the Tarian I met the first time.

“Don’t judge him by his face, Auren, Lucien remarked. “He is a Casanova and I’m waiting for the day when a she–wolf will bring him down on his Incel”

I tipped my y head up

up and kissed his chin, something I was doing quite a bit lately. He stilled once again, his chest rumbling. “T’d love to see that too.

He kissed me back and asked if I wanted to go home. I really wanted to sleep, so I said yes. However, just as we were about to leave, Tarian came and Lucien had to go with him. I watched him go to where a group of wolves were standing along with Sable and a wolf who looked like her father. That

must be Rizy Brown.

While Lucien was talking to that group of Alphas, Sable sauntered toward me. She picked up a glass of wine from a server and sachayed up to me. She gave a smirk, raising her wine glass. “Congratulations! Never thought we would see the day our Alpha would marry. And that too to an omega of a neighboring pack”

I ciched my jaw.

She sipped the whole wine in one go and took a deep ragged breath. Then she leaned closer and lowering her voice said, “Your countdown to death begins now, dear Auren. Enjoy this night, little omega. And work hard to give him an heir. Because- She flicked her hair over ber shoulder and winked.“–after that, 10 replace you” Raising her empty glass, she added, “May this union bring prosperity. Then she chuckled. “But why am I already mourning?”

It was then I realized that she was wearing a black dress. Like she had come to mourn. And it was to show me my place.

“So don’t get too cozy or start thinking that you are the real Lama of the Shadowfang pack. The wolves here don’t like you. They hate you and they control themselves to not kill you. Better not provoke them before giving birth to the heir.” She let out a small laugh. “Or it would be a sad day for Alpha” Then she walked away, swaying a little.

I paled. my body trembling at her words. Did she just threaten me? The pack wolves hated me! I looked at those who were celebrating. Most were jubilant but some had their gazes fixed on me, their murderous intent was apparent. I clenched my fix. What else were you expecting, Auren?

“Auren!” Lucien’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts. He grabbed my wrist, his brows furrowing. “What happened? He pulled me to his chest.

“N–Nothing,” I replied, resting my head on his chest. “Let’s go home.” There was no point in telling him about Sable. Her words cut through me like a blade, but I wouldn’t let them affect Lucien. He had done so much for me. Was it justified for me to tell him that Sable had already rang my death knell‘

He didn’t say a word for a moment as his eyes tried to read me. When I didn’t say anything else, he lifted me in his arms bridal style. I gasped but he smirked. “You are my wife now,” he said in a heated voice and strode toward the exit with me. I curled my arms around his neck and rested my head on his shoulder, allowing his scent to wrap around me and calm down.

When we reached home, Lucien carried me in his arms through the main entrance all the way up to his bedroom. 1 blushed when I realized that I

had was supposed to live in his room from now on. As he opened the door, his warmth seeped through my dress. His jaw was tight and his eyes something dark inside. Like he was restraining himself. But why? I knew he had to mark me. He should’ve marked me at the ceremony, but he didn’t. And why was 1 having this compulsive need to be marked by him

on my waist. He looked at me with his dark eyes that were

As he set me down to my feet. I wobbled slightly, but he steadied me with a firm grip on n flecked with gold and in a husky voice, asked, “Do you need a shower!”

I swallowed, nodding. “It’s been a long day.”

His gaze flickered over me, lingering for a second too long. He exhaled and stepped back. “You should get comfortable.”