Run Away With His Twins Divorce My Billionaire Husband by Anney GW

The ceiling of the Dark Fang pack's great hall shines with a thousand lights, illuminating the hall with warmth, the ambience ethereal, smelling and showing luxury with the perfect designs used in its decoration for the biggest event the pack has had in over a decade, the Alpha's wedding.

Ella, the Alpha's bride stares at the a gigantic arch on the altar, decorated by her most favourite flowers and a trickle of tears run down her eyes, she smiles sadly, her heart clenching in pain as she turns her attention to the walls mounted full stretch by led TVs displaying beautiful pre-wedding pictures of her and Alpha Derek.

She shifts her gaze upwards to stare at the blinding lights before staring back at her feet in a desolate manner as she stands on them, the many empty seats in front of her that teemed with smiling guests a few hours ago mirror exactly how she feels within.

Empty.

Today was supposed to be the happiest day of her life, if she got to marry the man she loved for a decade, not abandoned by him.

She can't get that image out of her head.

It was all perfect when she walked in, clasped in her father's arm. She walked towards the altar, the song that ushered her in and the cheers and applause from the guests were loud but not loud enough to drown out the sound of her nervously beating heart.

Derek looked perfect, handsome and sexy as always, she could not believe this day was finally here but he stepped down from the altar in the middle of her procession and waved his hand for the band to stop playing, sending everyone into shock.

He had that look in his eyes again, the one that spelled trouble.

He pried her from her father's hand and pulled her to the side.

"We can't have this wedding today. I'll get you a bigger one."

And just like that, he rushed off, leaving her heart in shambles.

She stared at him as he left, her mouth slightly parted in shock, her heart searing in pain and even though he spoke to her alone, his voice was loud enough for those close to them to hear and the whispers quickly travelled through the crowd.

Her knees felt weak and her mind went numb in pain. She turned to her father as the tears welled up in her eyes, hoping to hide her shame and tears in embrace but he held his hands up for her to stay back, the calm look in his eyes turned cold and he shook his head at her, not in pity but in disappointment.

Her mother rushed to her side and softly rubbed her shoulder, giving her a calm smile before she rushed after her husband who was already storming off without as much as a word of comfort.

Ella was left in the full view of the guests in the middle of the aisle, a bride who never made it to the altar and if she needed anyone's pity at that time, no one gave it to her.