Whoops, His Mistress Crashed Our Wedding. Mine Didn't novel Chapter 153

Chapter 153

I was still holding Felix’s hand when more voices drifted in from the trees. I turned, and my breath caught. Theo and Zion came first, their steps steady, quiet strength written in every line of their bodies. Behind them, oh gods, three familiar figures emerged from the dark. Malachi. Julius. Arztec. For a heartbeat, I thought I’d imagined them, that my mind had conjured them out of memory because I needed them so badly. But then Malachi’s gaze locked on mine, and I broke. I ran. The ground disappeared under my feet until all I felt was the solid weight of his arms as I crashed into him. His chest was as broad and strong as it had always been, and his laugh rumbled through me even as his own voice

shook.

“I didn’t think you would make it,” I whispered against him, the tears spilling hot and

fast.

“We wouldn’t miss it for the world,” Malachi replied, his lips pressing to the top of my

head.

When I finally pulled back, Julius was already reaching for me. He lifted me clear off the ground, his arms locked tight around me. “You think you’re doing this without us? Not a chance, little sister.”

I sobbed and laughed at the same time, clutching at him before turning into Arztec’s waiting arms. His hug was bone–deep, steady, the kind that said without words that I was

safe, that I was his blood, always.

“I can’t believe you’re here,” I said, pulling back to look at all three of them, memorizing the lines of their faces like I had to prove to myself they were real. “You made it.”

“Of course we did,” Julius said firmly. “We’re your brothers, Nothing on this earth, or under it, was going to stop us.‘

“”

Arztec tipped his head toward my belly, his voice softer. “We came for you. And for them. Whatever happens tonight, you won’t face it alone.”

I swallowed hard, my hand tightening over the swell of my bump. Around us, my friends and their parents now stood close, forming a circle of strength. Felix lingered at my side,

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and Theo and Zion took their place behind him, silent but unmovable in their support.

“Are you ready?” Dad checked his watch, then looked up at the sky. “Not long now.”

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Mum slid closer and wrapped her hands around my forearms. “Bet you wish you had that joint now,” she muttered with a crooked smile, catching the tremor in my fingers.

I huffed a laugh that wasn’t really a laugh and looked at Felix. He stood steady in the lantern light, the worry in his face softened by something gentler.

“You’ve got this, little warrior,” he said.

I pulled him into one last hug, breathing in smoke and soap and the aftershave I’d known since I was small. When I stepped back, my mates were already in position,

Xavier, Haiden, Levi, Noah, shoulders squared, eyes on me, a wall you couldn’t get through. My brothers, Malachi, Julius, Arztec, took the outer ring with Theo and Zion. Aleisha and Tommy were shadows at the edge of the trees. Mum and Dad stood just

behind my shoulder. Felix took my hands and we waited.

“Slowly,” Layah’s voice brushed the inside of my mind, firm and calm. “You take what you need in threads, not in fists. Breathe with me.”

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Milly

house behind you. A whole pack. You…” The air tore. It felt like hands closed around my

lungs and wrung them dry. My words cut off, shredded. A force like a wave hit me square

in the chest and flung me backward. The world went end over end, sky, ground, sky, and

then a tree rushed up and caught me. Bark slammed my spine. Stars burst across my

eyes. I slid down the trunk and hit the roots so hard my teeth clicked.

“Milly!” Charles’s shout ripped across the hill.

He sprinted, but a sharp stream of cold light knifed through the dark and struck him in the shoulder. He spun and went down hard, rolling once before he slammed flat. A line

of light sizzled across his jacket where it hit.

“WITCHES!” Xavier’s voice snapped the night.

The quiet hill became a battlefield in a blink. Shapes broke from the tree line, cloaked figures, pale faces marked with ash and crescent slashes, hands cutting the air in hard,

practiced lines. The first blast seared the grass where Envy had been lying two heartbeats before Noah dragged her an arm’s length sideways and took the brunt of it on his shoulder. He didn’t fall. He bared his teeth and shoved back,

“They’re here for the baby,” I rasped, forcing air into my chest, fighting for my feet. “They want my grandbaby.”

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