The Bride and the Beast

[LILY'S POV]

I stood at the altar in a dress that cost more than my entire year's rent, staring at Tyler Harrison's perfect smile, and wondered if all brides felt this nauseous or if it was just the ones marrying for survival.

"You look beautiful," Tyler whispered, squeezing my hands too tight. "I can't wait to make you mine, Lily. Finally mine."

Something about the way he said finally made my skin crawl. Like he'd been waiting for this moment longer than three months. Like he'd planned it. But I smiled anyway because I was good at smiling through discomfort. You didn't survive five years as an orphan without learning how to pretend everything was fine when it wasn't.

"Thank you," I managed.

The priest cleared his throat. "Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to witness...."

The stained-glass windows exploded inward.

Screams erupted as colored glass rained down. I threw my arms over my face, my bouquet falling to the marble floor.

Through my fingers, I saw something massive crash through the window frame; it was a wolf, bigger than any animal I'd ever seen, its fur black as midnight and its eyes burning gold.

My heart stopped.

"LILY, GET DOWN!" Tyler shoved me behind him, shifting mid-movement. His bones cracked and reformed, his expensive wedding suit tearing as silver-white fur burst through skin. His wolf was beautiful; powerful, regal, everything about Tyler was beautiful. That's why I'd trusted him. Beautiful things felt safe.

The black wolf landed on the altar, snarling. Its lips pulled back to reveal teeth the size of daggers.

Church pews splintered as guests shifted in panic. Wolves were everywhere; brown, gray, red they all screamed chaos and fangs and terror.

"You've got some nerve showing your face here, Ford!" Tyler's wolf voice was distorted, guttural. "Coming for what's MINE!"

The black wolf Ford; didn't respond. He just lunged.

They collided mid-air with a sound like thunder. Teeth sinking into flesh. Claws ripping through fur. I stumbled backward, my heel catching on my train, and hit the marble floor hard enough to knock the air from my lungs.

"LILY, RUN!" Emma screamed from somewhere in the chaos.

I tried. God, I tried. But wolves blocked every exit. Tyler's security; massive gray wolves with military precision circled the black wolf, corralling him away from the guests. Away from me.

Ford's jaws clamped around Tyler's shoulder. Tyler howled, thrashing, but Ford didn't let go. He dragged Tyler across the altar like he weighed nothing, smashing him into the stone podium. The priest scattered, robes flying.

This wasn't happening. This couldn't be happening.

"GET HER OUT!" Tyler snarled through fangs. "Owen...safe house...NOW!"

A massive brown wolf appeared at my side. Owen. Tyler's beta, his best man an hour ago. His teeth closed around the back of my dress, lifting me like a pup.

"No! Put me down!" I kicked, but what could human legs do against a wolf?

Ford's head snapped toward us. Those gold eyes locked on mine, and something in them made my breath catch. Not rage. Not bloodlust. Desperation. Like he was trying to tell me something without words.

He released Tyler and charged.

Three security wolves intercepted him. He took the first one down with a slash across the throat and the wolf collapsed. The second latched onto his hind leg. Ford twisted, jaws crushing bone with a sickening crack. The wolf yelped and released him, limping away.

Owen ran, carrying me toward the side exit. My ribs screamed where his teeth pressed into my dress, into my skin.

"LET ME GO!" I beat my fists against his furry shoulder. Useless. Completely useless.

Ford howled a sound so raw it shattered something in my chest. He threw off the third security wolf and sprinted after us, limping but impossibly fast.

Owen burst through the side door. Sunlight blinded me after the dim church. He leaped down the church steps-three, five, seven stone stairs-and I screamed as my stomach dropped.

Behind us, Ford exploded through the doorway. Tyler right behind him, silver fur streaked crimson, his ice-blue eyes wild with something that looked less like love and more like possession.

"You're not taking her, you murdering bastard!" Tyler's claws raked across Ford's flank. Four parallel lines opened. Ford stumbled but kept coming, his eyes never leaving me.

Why? Why was he doing this?

Owen ran toward a black SUV. The door was already open, engine running. More wolves-Tyler's pack-flanked us, creating a protective barrier. Protecting me, I thought. Except it felt more like trapping.

Ford crashed through them like they were paper.

He was magnificent and terrifying-scars visible even through his fur, old silver wounds that gleamed in the sunlight. His movements were brutal efficiency. He grabbed one wolf by the scruff and threw it into another. Bones cracked. He didn't slow down.

"STOP HIM!" Tyler roared, circling for another attack. "Kill him if you have to! Just get my bride to safety!"

My bride. Not me. Not Lily. My bride.