Chapter 7: Chaos Unleashed at the Wedding

What? A wedding? Grant Whitaker and Serena Jordan?

While my son clung to life in a hospital bed, Grant was hosting a wedding with her?

I stood frozen in place, my entire body going cold.

I was Grant Whitaker's wife. I was the Luna of Thornfang Pack.

But now? Now, the man who had never given me the ceremony I once dreamed of—the man who had married me reluctantly, without so much as a proper vow—was giving that wedding, my wedding, to my sister.

And it was happening while our son was fighting for his life.

Why? Why did she get everything while I was left with nothing?

My mind reeled with fury. I wanted to storm into The Crown Hotel and tear everything apart.

But before the rage could fully consume me, a faint voice reached my ears.

"Mommy…"

I looked down sharply. Noah had opened his eyes. His gaze, so bright yet so weary, met mine.

He extended his tiny hand, clutching my fingers with all the strength he could muster.

"Where's Daddy? I… I want to see Daddy… Why hasn't he come to see me…?"

My chest tightened painfully. Tears blurred my vision.

"Sweetheart," I choked out, trying to keep my voice steady, "Daddy's busy… He'll come soon…"

But Noah stubbornly bit his lip, his voice barely a whisper. "Mommy… I… I want Daddy…"

He began to struggle, trying to get out of bed. My heart broke into pieces.

The doctor entered the room just then and quickly assessed the situation. After an examination, he pulled me aside into the hallway.

"Luna," he said gravely, "the child’s condition is critical. He might not have much time left. If he has any unfulfilled wishes… it’s best to grant them. Seeing someone he longs for could bring him some peace."

It felt as though a knife had been driven into my chest.

His words were gentle, but I understood. They couldn’t save Noah.

Tears streamed down my face as I nodded shakily. I returned to the room, lifted my frail son from the bed, and carefully set him into his wheelchair.

The IV tubes connected to his tiny body made him seem even more fragile.

"Alright," I whispered hoarsely, "Mommy will take you to see Daddy."

I didn’t know how I managed to make it out of the hospital.

The cold wind bit at my skin, but inside, I burned with fury.

The Crown Hotel loomed ahead, a shimmering beacon of excess. Its golden glow radiated luxury, every inch screaming opulence.

I pushed Noah’s wheelchair through the grand doors.

Music, applause, and laughter filled the air, washing over me like a suffocating wave.

And then I saw them.

At the end of the scarlet carpet stood Grant Whitaker, resplendent in a tailored suit, his expression soft and tender. His gaze was fixed on the woman in his arms.

Serena Jordan.

She wore a dazzling white gown, glowing like a star, her lips curved into a triumphant smile. Around her neck hung the Blue Diamond Necklace—the one that should have been mine.

The guests erupted into applause, their cheers echoing in my ears.

I stood there, trembling, as my world shattered around me.

Who was the Luna?

Why did she get everything? Why was I, the rightful wife, left to stumble in here like a pathetic joke?

The music swelled, and the officiant’s voice rang out, announcing the ring exchange.

Serena extended her elegant hand, her smile radiant.

Grant reached for the ring, poised to slide it onto her finger.

"No!" I screamed, shoving the wheelchair forward as I stumbled onto the red carpet.

The room fell silent. The music stopped abruptly.

The ring slipped from Grant’s fingers, clattering to the floor.

Grant’s head snapped up. His expression froze, his face paling as he stared at us.

"Summer? What… What are you doing here?" he stammered, his voice low and tense.

He hadn’t expected me to find out. He hadn’t expected me to come.

Noah lifted his head, his small voice breaking through the silence. "Daddy… I’ve been looking for you… It hurts…"

His words, so faint yet so piercing, drove a knife into my heart.

I was already sobbing uncontrollably.

Grant’s expression shifted to panic as he rushed toward us. His brow furrowed in frustration. "Summer, stop this. You’re making a scene! Take the child home!"

"Home?" I spat, my voice raw and trembling. "Grant Whitaker, your son is dying! He was shot with a silver bullet! And you… You’re here, marrying my sister?! Or are you planning to rekindle your romance and force me to step down as Luna?!"

The guests exchanged shocked glances, murmurs of disbelief rippling through the room.

Serena clung to Grant’s arm, her eyes brimming with tears. "Summer, it’s not what you think… Let’s explain this later, okay?"

Her voice was soft, her demeanor fragile, but I saw through the act.

"Enough!" I snapped, my voice trembling with rage. "Stop pretending!"

Grant’s jaw tightened, his frustration evident. "Summer, you—"

But before he could finish, a deafening crash echoed through the hall.

Everyone turned toward the shattered doorway.

A massive black wolf charged in, its eyes gleaming with menace.

"Rogue!" someone screamed. "It’s a rogue attack!"

The room erupted into chaos.

More rogue wolves burst into the banquet hall, their fangs bared and eyes glowing red.

Guests screamed and scattered, overturning chairs and tables in their panic.

My heart dropped, and I instinctively moved to shield Noah.

But I wasn’t fast enough.

One of the wolves lunged, flipping Noah’s wheelchair over with a brutal swipe.

"Noah!"

I screamed, rushing to him as his small body hit the floor. His chest heaved erratically, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

"It hurts… Mommy…" he whimpered, his voice barely audible.

I broke down, tears blinding me.

Before I could reach him, another wolf shifted into human form, a glint of silver catching the light.

A knife.

The man sneered, the silver blade aimed straight at my heart.

I stumbled back, paralyzed with fear.

I had no wolf, no strength to fight back.

Desperately, I looked toward Grant. He was my husband, my Alpha. Surely he would protect us.

But he wasn’t looking at me.

He was shielding Serena, holding her tightly as he ushered her to safety.

He had abandoned me.

The knife drew closer, its deadly glint blinding.

I knew, in that moment, I was going to die.

Die here, at the wedding of my husband and my sister.

The rogue advanced, the knife inches from my chest.

And then, out of nowhere, a figure moved between us, faster than I could comprehend.

"King Spencer!" someone shouted.

Spencer Whitaker…

My vision blurred as I tried to make out the figure.

But I had no time.

Pain exploded in my chest as the knife struck.

I screamed, the agony consuming everything. Blood poured from the wound, staining the floor beneath me.

I collapsed beside Noah, my world dimming as darkness crept in.

Was this how it ended? To die here, abandoned and betrayed?

How utterly tragic. How utterly cruel.