"That fucking bastard is dead," I growled, my eyes fixed on the small church where our wedding was supposedly going to take place.
With the amount of money I handed over to my Luna’s loving father, he could’ve built an entire cathedral from scratch. Yet the conniving old man chose this—this crumbling ruin hidden in the forgotten outskirts of San Vicente. The church looked like it hadn’t seen a mass in decades. Its roof sagged, the cross on top crooked and barely hanging on.
Some of the letters from the parish name had long faded away. Around it were tall grasses and piles of rusted, forgotten church equipment. The whole place looked abandoned—dead, just like how I felt inside seeing it.
What the hell was that old man thinking, choosing this goddamn ruin for his daughter’s wedding? Was this his idea of a joke? A subtle act of defiance? If he was trying to piss me off, then congratulations—he succeeded. I wanted to twist his neck with the fury boiling in me.
I scoffed bitterly. I used to think that every parent dreamed of giving their child a beautiful wedding. But who was I kidding? My own father didn’t even show up to mine.
Some parents simply don’t know how to love their children.
“This church is ruined,” Jacob muttered beside me, his face twisted in disgust as he scanned the place.
“Ruined? This is a fucking dumpster fire,” I snapped. My wolf stirred beneath the surface, aching to lunge forward and tear something apart. I clenched my fists tightly, fighting the shift.
My Luna doesn’t deserve this shit. I paid for elegance—for gold and grandeur. And instead, they gave her this...this pitiful excuse of a venue. My jaw tightened. I could feel my eyes start to change, burning with rage and frustration.
I should’ve known better. Gerard Jacinto is a selfish, cunning piece of shit. Trusting him to handle the preparations was my mistake. If it weren’t for Claire, I would’ve already rearranged his face with my claws. My hands itched with the need to tear into something—preferably him.
If he were one of us, I could’ve ended him right there and no one would’ve questioned it. But humans have their own rules. They don’t know who I am. They don’t understand our kind—our power, our hierarchy.
“I can kill him if you want, Alpha,” Jacob said coolly.
I gave a small shake of my head. Oh, Goddess, do I want to. But he’s still Claire’s father. That alone has spared him—for now. I couldn’t risk her hating me for killing her own blood, even if that man didn’t deserve her.
Without another word, we walked into the church.
And fuck, the inside was worse.
I had to restrain myself from tearing the place down. The ceiling was rotting, rainwater stains leaking through the wood. The air smelled of mold and dust. A sad, faded red carpet lined the aisle, and wilted flowers clung pathetically to the pews—like a mockery of what this day was supposed to be.
They didn’t even try to make it look decent.
This wasn’t just an insult.
It was war.
Jackson's POV"That fucking fucktard is dead," I hollered angrily as I gazed at the small church where our wedding would take place.My Luna's loving father can now build his own cathedral with the money I gave him. But the cunning old man preferred a dilapidated church that appeared to have been abandoned for decades, nestled in the remote San Vicente area. The small, old church is almost completely demolished. The cross at the top of the roof was tilt.Some letters of the parish's name have also been removed. Tall grasses and piles of old church equipment surround the area. It's old, and no one else is obviously using it.What did that old man think, and why did he choose this location for his daughter's wedding? Is he trying to be sarcastic to me? He succeeded in making me angry because I wanted to twist his neck with the rage I'm feeling right now.I was flabbergasted. What I do know is that every parent wants to plan a lavish wedding for their child. I simply shook my head. Who
Jackson's POV MATE! Jackson’s muscles tensed abruptly. He came to a halt in the rear of his office table while reading. His nose was filled with a lovely scent. That’s our mate! His wolf growled out. It was restless in his head and sought to regain control. He rose to his feet and walked over to the window. He opened it and he closed his eyes even more with that unusual fragrance. He took off his shirt and went up to the window and jumped. He altered his form more quickly than ever before. When he landed, he was able to transform into a black wolf. “Alpha?” He looked at his beta, who approached him instantly. Perhaps he collected on the tension in his presence. The Beta and the Alpha have a special bond. The Beta can sense when his Alpha is in distress. His role is to guard and be faithful to his alpha. “I feel her, my mate. She is close by.” - he spoke with him in mind. His beta’s look was startled, but quickly changed to one of pleasure. He nodded and stepped aside. He b
KLAIREI am getting married to the man I had never seen before.I heard rumors that my so-called-fiancé was a monster. Maybe if I wasn’t the one to get married here, I might have laughed at what I heard.I doesn’t believe in ghosts, or supernatural creatures. Nana Rosa said that those creatures are not real. She said it was just made to scare children to go to bed early at night.But it is not in that sense that Mr. Sanvictores is called a monster.He is likened to a monster because of his cruelty. The entire town of San Carlos allegedly belongs to the Sanvictores. It’s next to San Vicente, where we live.No one can enter the town of San Carlos except the people who live there. The place is mysterious to neighboring towns. Many speculations are spreading. Suspicions have no sufficient basis. The town of San Carlos is said to be a place of monsters, so no one can enter there, or if there is, no one can get out yet.“You’re such a lucky girl, Klaire!” Jane exclaimed cheerfully, but the
KLAIREI almost held my breath as I slowly exited my room.It was dark all around. It was one o’clock and it was time for me to escape. Even my chest was throbbing with nervousness for fear that my father might catch us. But still I tried to be brave.I also wants to get away far from here. Be able to start a new life.My Nana Rosa is waiting downstairs. The step I took was light trying not to make any noises. My Nana Rosa hugged me when I reached the ground. Her eyes are wet.“Let’s go...” she whispered and nodded. We went to the kitchen together and went through the backdoor. Nana Rosa said that we would come out from behind the mansion.There is a small gate there and Tata Felipe is waiting out there. The nervousness in my chest was not gone, but the excitement was there as well. The happiness that I can leave the cruelty of my own family is filling my heart. I will be free. I will be able to study and live without anyone hurting me.Nana Rosa stopped as we were in front of the sm
I can be compared to a doll. No feelings, no life. Everything I do is based on their instructions. While I was getting ready for my wedding, which was just a few hours away, I was mesmerised by the absence. I'm dressed in a snow-white wedding gown with a long train. Featuring long sleeves and a turtleneck with Swarovski crystals, this wedding gown is really stunning. The form is both elegant and conservative. I truly like it. Although my wedding gown was conservative in style, I soon realised that my father had chosen it specifically for its ability to cover the scars and bruises I had received from torturing. Today is the big day of my life: my wedding day. I am capable of leaving this residence in the care of my family. I was never considered to be one of them. My family instilled in me the ability to be worse than an animal. In the chance that I manage to escape this horrifying place, I will be sent to yet another horrifying surroundings. If one is wounded by someone who is no
KLAIRE My heartbeat was rumbling. My eyes were moist, and I felt like crying. It's my first kiss. I've never been kissed since I've spent my entire life imprisoned to the mansion, and kissing, according to Nana Rosa, is a sacred act that should only be performed with the one you love. I don't even like this man, but is there anything I can do? Nothing. When Mr. Sanvictores raised the hem of my veil, my grip on the bouquet tightened even more. For a brief time, it looked as if the people that surround us had vanished. I was shaking with panic. I feel like I'm about to cry. I'd like to embrace Nana Rosa, as I do whenever I'm terrified of thunder in a raining nights. Nana Rosa is not here. I had no one to run to, so I waited to see what would happen next. Mr. Sanvictores' warm and large palm held my chin and lifted it so we could look at each other. I couldn’t read the emotions welling up in his eyes as our stares collided. I held my breath. His jaw tightened again before a violent
Mr. Sanvictores brought me outside the small churchyard.“W-We’re going to ride that?” I asked, swallowing hard as my eyes widened at the sight of the two large horses.Earlier, I had almost felt thankful that he no longer insisted on attending the banquet my father had prepared for us. I was even more shocked to learn my father had arranged a party in the first place—if that were true, I would have never made it back to the mansion. I felt faint. My knees were trembling, and exhaustion clawed at every inch of my body. I had already accepted my fate. The last thing I wanted was to return to that place. Not even with Nana Rosa there. That mansion—my so-called home—felt like hell now. Only demons could’ve done what they did to me.A wave of sorrow gripped my chest as I thought of Nana Rosa. I didn’t know if I would ever see her again, or if I’d even live to see tomorrow. My only regret was not telling her how much I loved her. I never got to thank her for all the kindness she gave me. No
Jackson's POV"That fucking fucktard is dead," I hollered angrily as I gazed at the small church where our wedding would take place.My Luna's loving father can now build his own cathedral with the money I gave him. But the cunning old man preferred a dilapidated church that appeared to have been abandoned for decades, nestled in the remote San Vicente area. The small, old church is almost completely demolished. The cross at the top of the roof was tilt.Some letters of the parish's name have also been removed. Tall grasses and piles of old church equipment surround the area. It's old, and no one else is obviously using it.What did that old man think, and why did he choose this location for his daughter's wedding? Is he trying to be sarcastic to me? He succeeded in making me angry because I wanted to twist his neck with the rage I'm feeling right now.I was flabbergasted. What I do know is that every parent wants to plan a lavish wedding for their child. I simply shook my head. Who
"That fucking bastard is dead," I growled, my eyes fixed on the small church where our wedding was supposedly going to take place.With the amount of money I handed over to my Luna’s loving father, he could’ve built an entire cathedral from scratch. Yet the conniving old man chose this—this crumbling ruin hidden in the forgotten outskirts of San Vicente. The church looked like it hadn’t seen a mass in decades. Its roof sagged, the cross on top crooked and barely hanging on.Some of the letters from the parish name had long faded away. Around it were tall grasses and piles of rusted, forgotten church equipment. The whole place looked abandoned—dead, just like how I felt inside seeing it.What the hell was that old man thinking, choosing this goddamn ruin for his daughter’s wedding? Was this his idea of a joke? A subtle act of defiance? If he was trying to piss me off, then congratulations—he succeeded. I wanted to twist his neck with the fury boiling in me.I scoffed bitterly. I used to
Mr. Sanvictores brought me outside the small churchyard.“W-We’re going to ride that?” I asked, swallowing hard as my eyes widened at the sight of the two large horses.Earlier, I had almost felt thankful that he no longer insisted on attending the banquet my father had prepared for us. I was even more shocked to learn my father had arranged a party in the first place—if that were true, I would have never made it back to the mansion. I felt faint. My knees were trembling, and exhaustion clawed at every inch of my body. I had already accepted my fate. The last thing I wanted was to return to that place. Not even with Nana Rosa there. That mansion—my so-called home—felt like hell now. Only demons could’ve done what they did to me.A wave of sorrow gripped my chest as I thought of Nana Rosa. I didn’t know if I would ever see her again, or if I’d even live to see tomorrow. My only regret was not telling her how much I loved her. I never got to thank her for all the kindness she gave me. No
KLAIRE My heartbeat was rumbling. My eyes were moist, and I felt like crying. It's my first kiss. I've never been kissed since I've spent my entire life imprisoned to the mansion, and kissing, according to Nana Rosa, is a sacred act that should only be performed with the one you love. I don't even like this man, but is there anything I can do? Nothing. When Mr. Sanvictores raised the hem of my veil, my grip on the bouquet tightened even more. For a brief time, it looked as if the people that surround us had vanished. I was shaking with panic. I feel like I'm about to cry. I'd like to embrace Nana Rosa, as I do whenever I'm terrified of thunder in a raining nights. Nana Rosa is not here. I had no one to run to, so I waited to see what would happen next. Mr. Sanvictores' warm and large palm held my chin and lifted it so we could look at each other. I couldn’t read the emotions welling up in his eyes as our stares collided. I held my breath. His jaw tightened again before a violent
I can be compared to a doll. No feelings, no life. Everything I do is based on their instructions. While I was getting ready for my wedding, which was just a few hours away, I was mesmerised by the absence. I'm dressed in a snow-white wedding gown with a long train. Featuring long sleeves and a turtleneck with Swarovski crystals, this wedding gown is really stunning. The form is both elegant and conservative. I truly like it. Although my wedding gown was conservative in style, I soon realised that my father had chosen it specifically for its ability to cover the scars and bruises I had received from torturing. Today is the big day of my life: my wedding day. I am capable of leaving this residence in the care of my family. I was never considered to be one of them. My family instilled in me the ability to be worse than an animal. In the chance that I manage to escape this horrifying place, I will be sent to yet another horrifying surroundings. If one is wounded by someone who is no
KLAIREI almost held my breath as I slowly exited my room.It was dark all around. It was one o’clock and it was time for me to escape. Even my chest was throbbing with nervousness for fear that my father might catch us. But still I tried to be brave.I also wants to get away far from here. Be able to start a new life.My Nana Rosa is waiting downstairs. The step I took was light trying not to make any noises. My Nana Rosa hugged me when I reached the ground. Her eyes are wet.“Let’s go...” she whispered and nodded. We went to the kitchen together and went through the backdoor. Nana Rosa said that we would come out from behind the mansion.There is a small gate there and Tata Felipe is waiting out there. The nervousness in my chest was not gone, but the excitement was there as well. The happiness that I can leave the cruelty of my own family is filling my heart. I will be free. I will be able to study and live without anyone hurting me.Nana Rosa stopped as we were in front of the sm
KLAIREI am getting married to the man I had never seen before.I heard rumors that my so-called-fiancé was a monster. Maybe if I wasn’t the one to get married here, I might have laughed at what I heard.I doesn’t believe in ghosts, or supernatural creatures. Nana Rosa said that those creatures are not real. She said it was just made to scare children to go to bed early at night.But it is not in that sense that Mr. Sanvictores is called a monster.He is likened to a monster because of his cruelty. The entire town of San Carlos allegedly belongs to the Sanvictores. It’s next to San Vicente, where we live.No one can enter the town of San Carlos except the people who live there. The place is mysterious to neighboring towns. Many speculations are spreading. Suspicions have no sufficient basis. The town of San Carlos is said to be a place of monsters, so no one can enter there, or if there is, no one can get out yet.“You’re such a lucky girl, Klaire!” Jane exclaimed cheerfully, but the
Jackson's POV MATE! Jackson’s muscles tensed abruptly. He came to a halt in the rear of his office table while reading. His nose was filled with a lovely scent. That’s our mate! His wolf growled out. It was restless in his head and sought to regain control. He rose to his feet and walked over to the window. He opened it and he closed his eyes even more with that unusual fragrance. He took off his shirt and went up to the window and jumped. He altered his form more quickly than ever before. When he landed, he was able to transform into a black wolf. “Alpha?” He looked at his beta, who approached him instantly. Perhaps he collected on the tension in his presence. The Beta and the Alpha have a special bond. The Beta can sense when his Alpha is in distress. His role is to guard and be faithful to his alpha. “I feel her, my mate. She is close by.” - he spoke with him in mind. His beta’s look was startled, but quickly changed to one of pleasure. He nodded and stepped aside. He b