Free Web NovelChapter 198: Redirected Anger
The moment our eyes locked, I felt a chill run down my spine.
Dahlia certainly wasted no time. She growled, her fangs bared as she crouched low, muscles coiled like tightly wound springs, ready to pounce in a single swift motion. A low growl rumbled deep in her throat as her eyes fixed unwaveringly on me.
The ripped wedding gown still hung on her body, mixed with the dark fur of her wolf, the contrast of white against black jarring. Some parts were already ruined beyond saving― the corset had sprung off, the sheer skirts were torn, and the embroidered flowers were left scattered all over the floor. However, there were still bits and pieces that stretched to accommodate her new form, such as the large bell sleeves of the dress.
Sadly, it only made her look more like a joke than anything. Yet if I laughed, I probably wouldn’t live to see tomorrow.
The air crackled with tension. Everyone in the crowd either had their eyes on us or were on their way over. Some of the guests — especially those who knew what was good for them — had evacuated the cathedral rather than choose to watch the spectacle. Those who weren’t bothered stayed for the joke of it all.
A second seemed to drag on for an eternity, and it was only when Darach’s scream tore through the silence did time seem to regain its speed.
"Dahlia, no!"
As soon as Darach yelled out those words, Dahlia launched straight for me. However, as fast as she was, she was no match for Damon and Blaise. Damon quickly shoved me into Blaise’s ready arms, the latter catching me tightly while Damon used his bare hands to hold Dahlia back.
While the silver necklace had done a number on Dahlia, she was still, after all, the daughter of a powerful alpha. Now that the silver was no longer in direct contact with her skin, she had healed her wounds quickly. Yet, it still left her at an undeniable disadvantage when it came to her strength as a wolf.
Not to mention Damon was a capable fighter, no matter what form he took.
Damon didn’t even need to shift to hold Dahlia back. The moment Dahlia jumped too close, he easily parried, shoving Dahlia mercilessly away. She was deterred but not completely stopped once and for all. After all, Dahlia was a skilled fighter in her own right. She simply righted herself, remaining crouched as she glared right past Damon to look at me, huddled in Blaise’s arms.
If anything, watching both brothers protect me so quickly only seemed to make her angrier. She didn’t need words to speak; I could see her fury apparent in her eyes.
Darach hadn’t been the only one to come forward, especially since Alpha Thorton didn’t seem too eager to stop Dahlia from going on her rampage. Milo had rushed over as well, stopping in front of the podium.
"Dahlia, that’s enough!" Milo yelled out. However, just like when Darach spoke, Dahlia didn’t even bother to turn back to spare him a glance.
"Milo!" I could hear Alpha Burke command from the other end of the hall, Luna Cassidy in his arms as she held a hand to her lips in horror. "Get back here!"
Alas, his words fell on deaf ears. Milo didn’t even react to his father’s voice, keeping his eyes trained on Dahlia instead.
"Dahlia, forget about them!" Milo said, his voice pleading. "You don’t need Fangborne, and you definitely do not need an unfaithful scumbag like Damon Valentine to be your husband!"
Damon’s eyes twitched with irritation at the comment but he wisely kept his lips shut amidst the tense situation. On the other hand, I could hear Blaise chuckle a little behind me, his hands slacking a little when he noticed Dahlia’s attention had finally been diverted. freēwēbηovel.c૦m
She swirled her head to look in Milo’s direction, his words successfully redirecting her ire from me to him. I didn’t think that was his original intention, however, it was much too late to do anything about it now. freёwebnovel.com
In fact, from what I could tell, it seemed like Dahlia was even more irritated by Milo’s statement, and had thus completely thrown me to the back of my mind. She advanced towards him instead, malice filling every snarl that ripped through her lips. Yet, all throughout, Milo showed absolutely no fear.
"What is he doing?" someone whispered from the crowd.
"Don’t you know?" their companion replied. "That’s the heir of Hornstead, the pack that just worked with Damon Valentine to humiliate the Thunderstrike princess. He was also the fated mate of Dahlia Elrod before being publicly rejected by her. Some say that he might not have accepted the rejection, thus their bond still stands."
For words that were spoken loud enough for human ears to catch amidst the mayhem, they were by no means soft. Dahlia’s ears pricked with attention, catching the conversation between the two guests just as clearly — if not more — as I did.
"Isn’t that torture?" the first guest asked in surprise. "He is just dooming himself to a hopeless relationship. On top of that, he’s tying her down with him!"
"Yes," said the other. "If that’s true, even if Dahlia Elrod married Damon Valentine, her bond with the Hornstead heir would still be an obstacle. It’s not just Damon Valentine’s possible fated mate coming into the picture. If I were him, I wouldn’t want to marry a woman who had not rejected their mate yet. That’s basically allowing another wolf possible access to his wife― which alpha would want that?!"
That was the final nail in the coffin.
Even Milo’s eyes widened as he heard the assessment made by those two wedding guests, realization drenching his body in a cold sweat as he finally pieced two and two together. Likewise, Dahlia edged forward, each step filled with more force than before as her growls turned deeper and deeper. In her head, she was no doubt blaming this failed marriage on yet another person.
Milo.
After all, according to others, his refusal to reject her was what caused Damon to back out from the wedding.
"Oh shit," Blaise muttered under his breath, sucking in a gasp of air through his teeth. "This isn’t good."
Dahlia snarled and just like that, jumped forward. On the other hand, Milo stood rooted to his spot, his eyes as wide as saucers and lips parted in shock. Yet, he made no sign of intending to move.
"Milo!"
