Whoops, His Mistress Crashed Our Wedding. Mine Didn't novel Chapter 49

Once everyone is gone to the marquees, it’s just my mates, my brothers, Mum, and Dad with us.

“Uh…So I’m guessing this isn’t normal?” I point to my head where I believe there is some sort of magical smoke…not a smoke crown.

“No.” Malachi clips out.

“May I?” Julius reaches his hand out to touch it, and I nod. When his fingers touch the metal, I hear a sizzle, and he pulls his hand back abruptly with a hiss. “What the fuck?”

Arztec pulls his hand out and opens it, showing a clear burn on his fingertips. I touch the crown again in confusion, and it doesn’t burn me, then I look to Xavier. “You touch it.”

“Ah… I’m not sure…”

“I’ll do it.” Haiden steps forward, rolling his shoulders and cracking his neck before he reaches out slowly and places his hand on it with no effect.

“Weird.” He whispers.

He looks around at his brothers, touching each of them with no effect.

“So I’m guessing only the people with the cool new crowns can touch them.” He shrugs.

“Cool? Really, brother, that’s the word you’re going with?” Noah rolls his eyes.

“Well, what would you call them?” Haiden crosses his arms.

“I don’t know, creepy. They look…dark.”

“Can you try to take it off? Maybe we can’t touch them because they’re on you.” Malachi asks.

I reach up, grabbing the sides and attempting to pull it free, but it doesn’t budge. My mates do the same with no luck.

“Uh, nope, looks like they’re permanent,” I say quietly.

“Fuck…does mine at least look cool? I don’t want a shit crown for the rest of my life.” Haiden attempts to look upwards at it with no such luck.

Levi, ever so quiet, finally speaks. “What does mine have on it? They all have different things.” He points

out.

“It has a black horse and a scale,” I tell him.

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“Hmm… like… Famine.” He points at Noah’s. “A sword and a red horse, like War and Bloodshed.” He points at Haiden’s. “A white horse and a bow. Conquest.” Then to Xavier. “A pale horse and a sword. Death.”

“The four horsemen of death…” Dad whispers.

“What-what about me? What does mine have on it?”

“It’s…a skull, wearing its own little crown,” Noah tells me, swallowing hard.

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