Chapter 55
I’ve never liked weddings.
The forced smiles, the empty promises, the sense of a fairytale forced into reality when we all knew half of these marriages
ended in disaster. As I walked down the aisle, my focus was solely on counting the seconds until this farce was over, so I could
turn my attention back to matters of actual importance.
Maria was, of course, causing a stir just by existing, her refusal to dress up marking her as the outsider she was. Not that I
cared. The moment the priest announced us as husband and wife, she’d perform the spell, and all of this would be behind
me.
Then, she entered the hall.
Our eyes met, and everything I had rehearsed, every indifferent thought and dismissive word I had planned to shield myself with,
seemed to dissolve. I kept my expression controlled, unwilling to give away even the faintest hint of emotion. The plan was for
the priest to skip the formalities, just a few quick words and it would be over, but for some reason, the words slipped out before I
could stop them.
“Even at your wedding, you look ready to start a fight.”
A familiar, smug voice broke my focus. I sighed, turning to find Carter grinning at me with that irritating glint in his eyes.
“Kreally hoped you wouldn’t make it, Carter.”
He just laughed, raising his glass as if he was genuinely amused by my words. “You always have a way with words, Grayson.
Warms my heart, really. Now, where’s that beautiful bride of yours?”
I narrowed my eyes. “Stay away from Ava.”
“Relax, I was only going to say she has my respect for going through with this. Considering you were too stoic to even kiss your
own wife on your wedding day.” He raised his glass in a mock toast and backed away before I could reply, leaving me with a
sense of irritation that gnawed at me.
This was slightly more tolerable when Ava was here, though it didn’t help that she’d blindsided me with that statement about
wanting to not end the contract. But now that Isabella had whisked her away, leaving me to endure endless congratulations from
people who either feared or despised me, the entire ordeal had become unbearable. Yet the social niceties continued, people
eager to suck up to someone in my position.
“There he is.”
I groaned, turning to see Rickon, holding two glasses and grinning like he’d just won a prize. “Do you want something, Rickon?”
He sighed as if I’d hurt his feelings. “At least save the grouchiness for after the wedding.” He dropped the grin. “Just wanted to
say congratulations. The beautiful Ava Pierce–excuse me, Ava Blackwood–is one unlucky lady.”
I fixed him with a glare, and he wisely backed away. Good. Maybe if I kept this up, everyone would leave me alone. Though I’d
prefer to find Ava and Maria–I needed to confirm if the spell had worked. There had been a surge of something powerful when
Ava and I had kissed, but I couldn’t be certain without Maria’s confirmation. My wolf stirred uneasily, a warning growl echoing in
my mind as I sensed a familiar presence.
“Congratulations, Grayson.”
Her voice, silky and pointed, made me tense. I didn’t bother turning around, sensing her irritation until she stepped into my line of
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I stared at her coldly. “I told you not to come near me, Monica. You’re pushing it. And I don’t remember inviting you to this
wedding.”
The fake sweetness vanished, and her glare matched mine. “I’m Elaine’s plus–one. I said I was sorry. Do you always have to act
so vile? I don’t even know how I almost married you.”
“Yet here you are, throwing yourself at me again,” I said, stepping closer, watching her face pale as she backed away. “In case it
isn’t clear, Monica–you mean nothing in my world. You don’t exist to me. I see you as nothing more than a nuisance, and I
suggest you start learning your place unless you’re looking to shorten your days.”
Fear flashed across her face before she retreated, and I felt the relief of being left alone, if only for a moment. I quickly began
scanning the crowd, searching for either Ava or Maria.
I finally spotted Maria, sitting with an impressive collection of empty glasses surrounding her, her leg propped up on the table,
looking as out of place as she possibly could. A group of women nearby stared at her with open disdain, whispering amongst
themselves as if their distaste would somehow affect her. I moved toward her, taking a seat next to her, fully aware that she was
pretending not to notice me.
Then, in a move I hadn’t anticipated, I raised my leg and placed it on the table, mirroring her stance.
The women exchanged shocked looks, glancing between each other. I added a glare for good measure, sending them scattering
like frightened birds.
Maria finally turned to me, her expression somewhere between surprise and amusement. “First of all, I had no problem with
those stuck–up ladies staring. It’s not every day the commoners get to witness my divine presence. And second, did you just
stick up for me, Grayson? In a completely out–of–character, borderline human way?”
I placed my legs back down, settling into a more formal posture. I refuse to engage in whatever nonsense you’re thinking. Did
you cast the spell, and did it work?”
She blinked innocently. “What spell?”
“Maria.”
She rolled her eyes. “Yes, yes, I cast it. And yes, it worked. I have to say, though, that was one heavy kiss. And you didn’t tell me
your new wife was that beautiful. What does she see in you frog, anyway?”
“At least I became the handsome prince when she kissed me,” I replied, unable to stop the words from slipping out. The moment
they did, I regretted it, inwardly cringing.
Maria’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, and I quickly reverted to my usual tone. “Don’t say a word. I need to find Ava. Stay here–I’ll
bring her over to meet you.”
She snorted, not missing a beat. “Grayson, are you sure you’re not an alien in disguise? You just made a Princess and the Frog
I narrowed my eyes, but she only grinned, seemingly enjoying my discomfort. “Please, continue. I’d love to know what other fairy
tales you’ve been secretly watching.”
I gave her a pointed look. “Are you done?”
She shrugged, not the least bit fazed by my glare. “Oh, I’m just getting started. But fine, fine, I’ll save the fairy.tale interrogation
for later. Go find your princess or whatever you’re calling her these days.”
I rolled my eyes and stood, refusing to engage any further. “Stay here,” I reminded her, “and keep out of trouble.”
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She waved me off with a smirk. “Oh, don’t worry. I’ll be right here, basking in my own greatness while you continue to play the
reluctant prince. And for the record, Grayson, if you ever make another fairy tale reference, I’ll know something in you has truly
snapped.”
Ignoring Maria’s last remark, I turned away and began weaving through the crowd, keeping my gaze sharp as I searched for Ava.
The murmur of conversation filled the air, but a sudden commotion in the far corner of the hall caught my attention. I glanced
over to see a woman doubled over, gripping her throat as she choked on her drink. She was quickly pulled aside by someone
nearby, their worried faces visible even from a distance. I was about to dismiss it as an isolated incident when, from the opposite
side of the hall, more coughing erupted. Another person doubled over, then another, and soon the unsettling sound spread
across the room like a dark wave.
The coughing escalated, becoming more desperate, until the hall was filled with the sickening sound of people hacking and
gasping for air. My stomach twisted as I noticed a thin trickle of blood slipping from the corner of a man’s mouth, staining the
floor as he spat it out. And then another person followed suit. Blood, smeared on the pristine tiles, and the scent was
unmistakable. I clenched my fists, trying to focus amidst the growing chaos. My eyes scanned the room frantically, searching for
Ava, knowing I had to get her out before this turned worse.
Just as I began to make my way through the crowd, a hand gripped my shoulder from behind. My wolf surged to the surface,
ready to react, until I caught the familiar scent and turned to find Liam standing there, his expression tense as he held a glass out
to me.
“Grayson, we have a serious problem,” he said, his voice low but urgent.
I took the glass from him, sniffing it cautiously. Instantly, my wolf recoiled, recognition hitting me hard.
“Wolfsbane,” I muttered, my voice barely audible above the din. It was laced in the drink, masked so well that only a heightened
wolf’s senses would catch it.
Liam nodded grimly. “I caught the scent just before taking a sip. Whoever did this knew what they were doing. It doesn’t hit until
you finish the drink. People were downing their glasses without a second thought.”
Chaos continued to swell around us, the werewolves present clutching their throats, coughing, gasping, some already starting to
panic as blood dripped from their lips onto the floor
I made a move to find Ava, but Liam grabbed my arm, his face tight with concern. “Grayson, half the people in this room are
humans. Humans who have no idea werewolves even exist. Think about what your wolf does when it feels attacked.”
Realization hit like ice–cold water. “It defends itself... it fights back,” I whispered, feeling a chill settle over me. “They’re going to
shift. Their wolves will see the poison as an attack, and they’ll start transforming to protect themselves.”
Liam nodded, his expression mirroring my own dread. “Exactly Whoever did this isn’t just trying to kill—they’re trying to expose
us all. If they succeed, the world will know about werewolves.”