The Alpha’s Rebellious Fiancee novel Chapter 10

Lyra (Seraphina)

My heart was pounding so loud I could barely hear the voices around me. The room was still thick with tension. Every stare burned. Every breath felt borrowed.

I stood frozen, unsure if I’d just imagined it—my father threatening to call off the wedding, threatening to give me to someone else.

Then Alpha Magnus stepped forward, calm but quick. “Lucien will behave,” he said tightly, placing a firm hand on his son’s shoulder. “He’ll do what’s needed.”

Lucien’s jaw clenched, but he said nothing at first. His hands were curled into fists at his sides, eyes fixed on the stone floor beneath him.

He didn’t look at me. He didn’t have to. I could already feel the fury radiating from him. “Fine,” he muttered through gritted teeth. “Let’s get this over with.”

And just like that, the decision was made. No joy. No celebration. No love. Just duty.

The ceremonial priest stepped forward to begin the ancient rites, his voice echoing off the marble walls of the hall. The audience settled, a thousand eyes watching two people who didn’t want to be standing side by side.

Two wolves, bound by legacy. Not by love.

My dress felt too tight around my chest. The silver fabric, once so beautiful, now clung to me like chains. I glanced at Lucien—tall, unreadable, dressed in black, a storm in human form. He didn’t even glance my way.

Not once.

We stood before the altar carved with the Moon Goddess’s symbols. A polished obsidian bowl between us held the ritual water, reflecting our faces like strangers across a river.

I was shaking. Not because I was scared. Because I was angry. Because this wasn’t how I imagined reclaiming my name. This wasn’t how I imagined becoming Luna.

The priest raised his hands.