Chained By The Alpha Jessica Hall

As we reach the altar, my father releases my arm, a formal gesture that feels like an abandonment. Boyd takes my hand, his grip firm. The officiant drones on with words that sound hollow and meaningless in my ears. I am acutely aware of every second ticking by, of the giddy expectation in the crowd, of the finality of this moment looming over me like a guillotine

I am screaming inside, praying for an interruption, a miracle. Anything

"I do," Boyd says when it's his turn the words crisp and clear as they slice through the murmurs of the onlookers, while I feel sick hearing those words

And then it's my turn

My mouth is dry; I swallow hard, trying to summon the words that will seal my fate

I can't breathe. I can't think. My gaze lifts to those watching, their faces filled with anticipation, curiosity...and then-

Silver eyes

At the back of the tent stands a figure silhouetted against the daylight filtering through the entrance flap-Alpha Zayn steps inside, his silver eyes glowering with a ferocity that cuts right to my core

The air in the tent shifts as Zayn enters, his presence commanding and powerful. The crowd murmurs and whispers, their attention now divided between the two Alphas standing at theNôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

altar, not noticing yet there is an enraged one at their back

Boyd's grip on my hand tightens almost painfully, a warning for me to stay still. But I can't tear my gaze away from Zayn, his silver eyes blazing with a fury that I've never seen before

Then, chaos erupts

The doors all around the tent burst open with a crash that echoes like a gunshot. Silence descends, every head turning as people enter from every direction. Zayn strides in, his presence like a storm. Rage and relief flood through me in equal

measure

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Alpha Greyson follows, flanked by what looks like his entire pack, Zayn's-rogues

Suddenly,caterers and workers helped set the

wedding up, shedding their disguises to reveal familiar faces from Zayn's and Greyson's packs and also my father's. It's a coup staged for an audience, a masterful play that leaves Alpha Dane speechless and gasping as I try to figure out what is going on now

"How dare you!" Boyd snarls. The tent is in chaos. People are shouting and screaming as Zayn's pack clashes with Dane's, their fight filling the air with the scent of blood. Amidst it all, I stand frozen, my mind struggling to process what 1s happening

Zayn and his pack storm the place, and they fight with a ferocity that makes them seem invincible. Silver eyes flash through the crowd as Zayn moves with deadly grace, taking down anyone who dares to stand in his way while his pack holds back Dane's pack from interfering

His power radiates through the air, a magnetic

force that draws everyone's attention

I feel like I'm watching a scene from some kind of supernatural movie, except this is real, and I am right in the middle of it

Boyd's body lunges forward, aiming for Zayn with a determined and vicious expression on his face. In one fluid motion, Zayn dodges Boyd's attack and with lightning speed, he slashes at Boyd's throat with his claws. Boyd's body crumples to the ground, unmoving, blood pooling around his lifeless form. His throat savagely ripped out by Zayn's claws. His mother's face contorts with pain and anguish as she screams, her hands desperately reaching out for her son who is laying on the ground, blood spurting from his throat. The scene 1s chaotic and frenzied, with people fighting and shouting all around them while she runs toward her son's lifeless form. Boyd's blood swiftly turns her

blue dress a deep red as she tries to stem the bleeding

"T guess I object," Zayn's voice rings out, strong and clear, hands coated in blood as he steps over Boyd's mother. Boyd's lifeless body lies at his feet, his mother crying out in agony as she cradles him in her arms. Tears blur my vision as I realize that Zayn just killed him on live TV. A part of me feels guilty for wishing for this outcome just moments ago, but it is quickly overshadowed by the sheer terror of what is unfolding around me

The police hesitate, their hands on their holsters, looking between Greyson, Zayn, and everyone who just stormed the place, recognizing they are outnumbered by Zayn's people and Greyson's as more swarm into the tent when Zayn speaks again

"This wedding is a farce. Cleo is my mate, and I claim her as such before all," he says, and murmurs break out among the crowds. The media swarm closer like hungry vultures, and Boyd's mother is wailing loudly