Chapter 28 28

Chapter 28 28
I sat down next to her, yelling in an attempt to lighten the mood between them, "You look so beautiful, Mark is going to lose his mind when he sees how good you are."
Larissa raised her eyes and watched Celine frozen, with expressionless features, watching this woman who had stolen the love of her life from her and deprived her of sheltering under his wing, and now he was throwing her to another one just to please her and not break her heart.
And her heart is who cares about him?  Who will heal and restore it?
She sighed sadly and went back to watching the ground cold and frozen.
Celine fell silent again, bathed in guilt for causing grief to this woman, who could not help but consider her her opponent by all standards.
Not long after, the rest of the females entered upon them, declaring that the time had come for the ceremonies to begin.
Celine and Larissa entered together side by side to the ancient hall decorated with roses, ribbons and golden curtains, with its high ceiling in the middle of a giant crystal chandelier, and everyone was stationed on both sides in their elegance and presence, watching the entry of the newlyweds silently,
The calm was terrible, no music, no whispers, only the footsteps of their feet as they made their way into the hall where Kayden and Mark were waiting for them in front of the altar, everyone wearing a silk cloak, ivory, embroidered with gold inscriptions.
Throughout the path, Celine's gaze is focused on Kayden, contemplating his elegance and his elegant and captivating presence with Hyam, wondering in secret why he wears an abaya on such a day, smiling at him with longing as she tries to curb her desire to speed up her steps to reach him.

And Larissa, with every step she took towards Mark, felt that she was losing a piece of her heart and soul in exchange for her, she had been wronged by life and forced to live servile for centuries, and now she was wed on the day of her fiancé's wedding fiancé's preserved wedding to another, the irony of her luck that mercilessly overthrew her.

The females asked Celine and Larissa to kneel on the ground in front of their husbands, who were standing firm and proud before them.
Celine waited for Larissa to do the thing, and then I imitated her on her knees, her palms closed to her vagina, and her head was held humbly.
After that, the voice of the person charged with completing the decrees and declaring their sacred association rose.
“We have gathered today to announce the engagement of our King Kayden bin Hardin bin Mayadin with our Queen Celine, the daughter of the sun… and Mark, the son of Rath, the son of Fiore, and Blarissa, the daughter of Jairin….”
He asked Celine to accept it and she gave her consent without hesitation.
Larissa was silent for a moment, creating a state of tension in the hall, waiting for her answer, which she whispered after a while in a stifled voice that barely came out of her throat.

Cayden and Mark took off their cloak, revealing their bare chests and two black leather pants, Caden kneeling opposite Celine and Mark opposite Larissa.
Celine raised her eyes, watching what was happening with curiosity, her curious eyes fused with the warm eyes of Kayden, smiling at her a cunning smile that carried promises and longings.

The private guards formed a regular line behind Kaiden, ready to complete the ceremonies that were bewildering and questioning, Selene curiously awaiting the next one.
The first of them, holding a dagger in his hand, stood directly behind it and asked him in a stern, expressionless tone.
"Cayden Ben Hardin What does your wife call you?"
"Celine," Kayden replied with a smile that blew her mind.
And when Maxim received the answer from his king, he led the dagger with his hand towards Kayden's shoulder, digging it with his back, as if he was traversing something there.
Celine gasped in terror, rising from her important place, rushing towards Maxim to prevent him from attacking Kayden, so the latter tightened his fists around her palms, urging her to rest on her land, looking at her with a caring, reassuring look, whispering, "Calm down, they don't hurt me."
Maxim ended, followed by Jean, who completed the same pace, completing the work of the previous one, and so on until the five did the same thing.
And all the time and Celine clinging to Kaiden's palm tightly, she did not understand the reason for this barbaric act, or even why Kaiden accepted it, surprising his disdain for them, who in turn was busy watching her like a hawk, clutching her palms very gently trying to relieve her.

Realizing that he made a grave mistake by not informing her about their marriage rituals, afraid of her spontaneous reaction, which came in the form of a slight glow despite her wearing bracelets that block her abilities, he tightened his grip around her palms, trying to turn her attention to him whispering to her

“Breathe Sealine, breathe, you will ignite the hall with everyone in it, it seems that you have found a way to bypass your bracelets, breathe…” His worried eyes followed her palms, noticing their slight glow, raising her alarm.
Kaiden continued to comfort her gently, "I'm fine, they don't hurt me, they have your name on my back, I'm fine, just look in my eyes and breathe."
Celine took a deep breath, trying to control her raging feelings and not ignite the room, holding Kayden's gaze with hers, trying to get herself to relax and remove the idea of ​​destruction from her head.
They put salt over Kayden's wounds so that they do not heal and remain bearing the trace of tattoos, and they moved to Mark directly, and he stood as soon as they finished re-wearing his cloak, he carried Celine in his arms and took her out of the hall in a hurry without giving anyone the opportunity to stop him.
He carried her straight to their suite.
She was impatient for the moment he reached the ward, as soon as he released her from his arms until she received him with a rigid, resonant slap that decorated his cheek with the traces of her fingertips, dancing with anger, “Why didn't you tell me what they were going to do to you?  My heart burned with pain and fear for you, I had a wild desire to burn them all in their cradle, and I almost did it.”
She roared at him, dancing in anger in front of him, but she quickly became silent, noticing her heinous act. She shrugged, watching him silently and in panic, breathing randomly, waiting for his reaction to her slapping him, and he only stared at her in shock, unbelievable what she had just done, this woman continues to surprise him with her behavior  And her outrage, her madness, her feelings, and her untamable rebellion.

With a very clever step from her, she threw herself on his chest, embracing him possessively, bouncing her head on top of him like a cat calling for the attention of its owner, muttering in a quavering voice, "Don't do that again, don't you, I was so afraid for you."
He hugged her gently, unable to stop her or punish her for her ugly act, preoccupied with what happened during the ceremony, there was something wrong with her, how did she break through the bracelets barrier?  Especially since her bracelets kept her in check for all this time, so what happened today?  What has changed?
Is it possible that the protectionism that swept towards him canceled the work of those bracelets?

Then he raised her head and sighed deeply, "Your slap hurt me more than the daggers and the salt on them, my dear, is this how you receive your husband at your first meeting after marriage?"
I slipped into him even more, fleeing from him, muttering, “You are the reason, you frightened me so much, do not repeat that.”
"I promise I won't do it again," Bohn laughed.
She lifted her head from his chest and faced him with a pure smile and eager eyes whispering shyly.
"In this case, you deserve more than a slap."
He smiled at her words, his fingers slipping to her back, lightly untangling her robe, devouring her details with hungry looks:
“Yes, I deserve more than a slap, of course, but first I need your wine to heal my bloody wounds.”

She relaxed in his arms, holding her breath in anticipation of him, as he always took her by surprise, drowning her in the sea of ​​kisses and touches, to end with his fangs digging into the vein of her neck, sipping her blood with an insatiable greed.
He always wants more and you always want to give him more...

Larissa entered her new suite, the one she will share with Mark, hidden just behind the bathroom door,
After a very long time, she finally had to change her wedding dress into a pink silk pajamas, she untied her hair and stood in front of the mirror watching her cloudy image because of her tears flowing so profusely that blurring her vision.
Cayden deceived her, broke his promise to her, as she was always content with the little he had given her without grumbling for fear that the day would come when he would throw her to another.
She clasped her hands to her chest, gasping and crying silently and sorrowfully, mourning the loss of a lover, his betrayal of her, and Mark's grief, who did not deserve to be afflicted by someone like her.
Mark sat on the sofa patiently waiting for Larissa to come out of the bathroom, sad about her condition and her situation, wishing he knew how he should act in this situation?
How should he act to win her love and safety?
After a long wait, she came out of the bathroom and into the dimly lit room, approaching Mark with small hesitant steps, and he stood from his place watching her in confusion, afraid that he would take a wrong step in her direction, causing a growing rift between them.

She approached him, feeling his desire and confusion, but she had nothing but fear and panic about what was to come.
Mark has always been for her the companion of her fiancé and the official responsible for Damien, and she did not imagine in her life that he would one day come and unite them under one roof under the name of his wife, who would bear his name and preserve his honor.
She came to him, standing in front of him, looking down on him and without introduction, she removed her hair from her shoulder, making room for him to her neck.
“You need food from me to heal your wounds, please go ahead.”
He was stuck to his land, surprised by her offer, which he did not expect from her, a painful heartburn that spread through his veins like the spread of wildfire.
He approached her with slow, deliberate steps, waiting for her to change her mind at any moment, but she did not, but rather fixed her place, waiting for him with confidence and shame, and he did not back down, taking advantage of her invitation, perhaps it would be a good opening for them both.
He took her gently in his arms, feeling the stiffness of her body under his grip, the sound of her thundering heartbeat clearly reached him, but despite all that he could not refuse this offer, he approached her slowly, gently kissed her neck, gently touched her body, trying to make her relax, and when he felt her calm down  He stuck his fangs directly into her delicate skin, slowly sipping her blood....
Mark's kindness and tenderness did not lose sight of her, comparing him to Kayden, who had always taken her violently because he had always resisted his desire for sustenance so that he could not wait any longer,
His instinct compels him to take what he needs from her without any preamble, releasing her as soon as he finished, as if he could not bear her approaching him in that way.
Now, she feels Mark's unbridled desire for her, a desire she did not feel before with Kayden, but despite all this, she is unable to accept the idea of ​​being for another, especially since she was raised on the idea that she is Kaiden's future bride, and no one else has the right to her at all.