Breeding My Husband's Bride: Ruined On Our Wedding Night

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hite roses and peonies lined the aisle, crystal chandeliers sparkled overhead, and soft classical music drifted through the air as hundreds of

with her uncle-the only family she had bothered to invite. The heavy silk train of her g

ent she had dreamed

ured in approval. Cameras flashed discreetly. Silas waited at the altar, tall and composed

didn't stay on

lled, as if by an invisible force, to t

he raw power beneath it. Those sharp silver-gray eyes locked onto hers with such intensity that her breath caught in h

aced down

econd, it felt like she

ve of her waist, the gentle sway of her hips. When his eyes returned to hers, the corner of his mouth

nvoluntarily, a rush of slick heat gathering between her th

took her hand. His fingers we

remony

ra barely heard the words. Silas recited his vows in a steady, emotionless tone-promising to provide,

was he

. Kael stood just behind Silas, watching her with unwavering focus. Every time she glanced at him, he w

erish..." she whispered, h

s side, as if he was physically restraining himself from step

a felt a terrifying, electric pull toward another. A pull that made her nipples tig

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now kiss

ssed a brief, cool kiss to he

n applause, Liora's ey

r with dark, unreadable hunger-the k

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