Bound by Honor Born in Blood Mafia Chronicles 1

~Freya~

I stood looking at my reflection in the mirror, the glittery diamond Jewelry adorned on my body, the beautiful white dress hugging my skin, it was a day of happiness for all except me. Being the Luna to a powerful pack is one thing, marrying the most dreaded alpha is another. Why me?

I walked towards my window slowly as I gazed at the full moon. Moon goddess, please, anyone but him. Alas, I couldn’t do anything about it. This was my fate. Married to the devil’s reincarnate, Lucien Wolfson.

My thoughts were interrupted by the maid as she called out to me softly, “Luna, it’s time.”

Turning my gaze to hers, I forced a smile as I made my way out of the room, placing the veil over my face cautiously as we continued on our way. Rumors rang in my head of how he murdered people in cold blood and fed on their flesh. His looks a nightmare as words couldn’t describe him. He was scarred all over, burnt skin from wars and bald, so they said.

As I approached the hall, my heart raced. I could feel my beats hitting my ribs. No! I can’t! I need to run.

Run! Run! Run!

That’s all that went through my mind. I stopped in my tracks scanning the familiar walls, but security was tight. I had no other choice. “Are you ok Luna?” she asked looking at me concerned.

Quietly, I nodded, projecting a confident aura, though tears threatened to betray my facade as we made our way to the gathering. I felt a knot in my stomach as I approached the hall slowly.

Peeping through the small opening in the door, everyone was seated and dressed to their finest awaiting my arrival. Draped in wine red from head to toe, my father exuded an ominous aura, devoid of any expression of affection. It was clear he wanted to expedite the transaction of my marriage, devoid of any sentiment.

My eyes narrowed through the opening as I scanned the hall deeper. There he was, dressed in black, his face covered with a mask as black gloves clung to his fingers. My soon to be husband, Lucien Wolfson.

“Welcome the bride! Luna Freya Hawthorne,” beta John announced.

My hands trembled as I felt my feet go numb. It's really happening.

Clap! Clap! Clap!

The hall roared with cheers as applause filled the air. The huge door creaked open as I stood at the beginning of the entrance. It all felt too real to be true.

Taking in deep breaths, I walked in slowly as the cheers continued and the music started playing.

Walking through the aisle, I couldn’t help but listen to the whispers and murmurs of the guests nearby.

“Poor girl, getting married to the devil.”

“I think she’ll die tonight.”

“She won’t make it out alive, no one ever escapes his clutches.”

Their words ringing in my ear like a resounding alarm. It was too late to do anything now, I’m betrothed to the devil’s son.

Arriving at the alter, I stood few inches away from Lucien with my head bowed slightly. My hands trembled uncontrollably as I looked at the masked man in front of me.

Is what they say true? Is he really that hideous? Rumors had it that he had burnt scars all over his face and claws that could slice a cow in half with a single swing.

Could that be why his hands were covered with gloves? “We’re gathered here to join Freya and Lucien in an unbreakable bond,” beta John announced loudly.