5 months later Christian's POV Throughout the centuries, wars had been fought and won; lost and sacrificed, with that preventing the union between those that hid from the sun, and those cursed by the moon. And with every year, the curse of the sun and the moon faded, disappeared, but the hatred between Venedocia and Moondale only grew stronger, with every day that passed. A union meant breaking the sacred rule, the godly law of both species, and that night, it was I that broke it. I made the werewolf princess mine, a le Boursier, swearing eternity with her and vowing to take her as my wife. Crossing every boundary there once was and making my Lana mine. It was no longer a lie, no longer a game, no longer a mere claim. Lana le Boursier was my bride, and two worlds conjoined to celebrate that very fact. A hall filled with hundreds of werewolves and vampires, after centuries, under the same roof in the very castle of Venedocia.. There were no longer even myths of those times when such union existed. So we made the historic moment happen. Perhaps there were many that didn't accept it, many that refused to join such an outrageous breaking of the godly laws.. The elderly, I suppose. But no one was forced to bow to the king of Venedocia, as the two worlds remained separate. Moondale still had its own rules, its own packs, its own rulers. It was the acceptance that counted. The simple fact that what I had with my Lana was no longer a secret.. No longer a lie, after so damn long. I knew of no rules, no laws nor boundaries when it came to her. I had to have her and after I did, I simply wished for more.. It was desire greater than me, love that was out of my control. Without a single care that we might be on a verge of a war, I took her for myself. I didn't care what they threatened.. Hell, I was ready for hundreds of wars if that meant making her mine.. But we were lucky to escape that. We were lucky that Khan accepted it and allowed the union. That night was a wedding greater than the king's had been. Invited guests attended with honor, those that were curious surrounded the castle to witness a beginning of a new era that no one ever considered possible and those that disapproved daren't appear as the vow had already been taken. But I.. I cared for not a single one of the guests, not even slightly of the ambient or the luxury that the wedding was celebrated in. I only cared for the woman in the white dress. My bride. It was a primitive feeling, really, to be grateful for only her, my Lana.. Grateful that I had made her my wife and proud I was the only one to call her mine. It was crude desire that gripped me from the very moment I saw her walk down the aisle, towards me, in all that snowy white lace gripping her body, all that silky hair held up underneath that veil that I drew up.. Wild eyes of blues and greens had reflected the same emotion, lips so crimson red that I failed to resist.. And so I had kissed her shamelessly before I was even told to do so. My mind was no longer at torture because from that night on, she was mine.. The world knew of my love for her, and that's all that mattered. I needn't a damned celebration for that, nor thousands of supporters for our union. I would had made her mine, even if it meant a start of chaos and war. But it was celebrated, and that brought a smile on my wife's face. So I smiled as well.. Even despite the fact that I couldn't keep my eyes off her that night, that I didn't give a damn about a single person in that hall other than her.. Her, that I wished to scoop in my arms and flee our own wedding.. To spend that time celebrating in our bedroom instead. I suppose it was part of those instincts that drew me to her in the first place, that need to claim her from the very beginning, even if it meant war. Or I suppose it could be some curse, because I had been intoxicated from the moment I laid eyes on her. But there wasn't a man in all those worlds that wouldn't be driven towards her beauty, that wouldn't fall to his knees before Lana. That night was no different. Not a single person in the room could keep their eyes off my bride, and I— Damn, I was already one of them. Someone was speaking to me, perhaps even matters that were important, but all I focused on was my Lana.. On the way that lace gripped around her hips, the way her head fell back when she laughed and the way she glanced at me from across the room almost as if she felt my eyes on her. It was enough.. Enough for me to be drawn to her like a moth to a flame. I excused myself and left the group that continued their chatter, heading towards the one that my wife was standing at, discussing something with that contagious smile on her face, champagne in her hand.. And in my damned mind I wished to take her away that very moment, throw her on my bed and spill droplets of that champagne on her creamy skin just so that I could lick it off her.. Then ravish those lips until they were ruby and swollen and her cheeks were rosy and flushed..Until she was clenching onto my hair and begging me for— Hell, my mind wasn't working properly. "Excuse me," I had reached her, my hand already going around her arm. "May I steal my bride for a dance?" "Go ahead," Of course, it was Amelia that spoke, smiling as she followed Lana leave her glass somewhere in the waiter's tray, and giving little Annabelle that was settled in her arms a slight adjustment on her hip. The little girl giggled at my bow, watching off as I took my wife's hand and lead her away from the group. "I'm using every ounce of control in my damned being not to steal you for my bed," My words had her cheeks rosy in seconds, a low laugh of a temptress leaving her throat when I pulled her in my arms on the dance floor. She knew very well how little control I had around her. Especially that night. That night, something had become even stronger. From the very moment she had walked to me at that altar, something barbaric stirred in me. Her curves, full lips, golden hair.. It all became mine that night. And I seemed to harden even more at the mere thought. Damnation. It was awfully uncomfortable.