Isabella and Andrew’s wedding was held in Paris, France. According to Isabella’s wishes, she only wanted the most important people to witness the happiest moment of her life. Andrew, who already disliked maintaining social relationships, could only smile and compromise.
Therefore, this grand Parisian wedding had fewer than 20 attendees. The golden sunset light bathed the sandy shores of a secluded beach near Paris, the gentle sound of waves lapping the shore providing a peaceful natural melody, blending with the joyful atmosphere.
Their wedding was intentionally kept private, with a short guest list consisting of their families and a few close friends who had shared their hardships. The wedding setup was simple yet elegant. White wooden chairs adorned with soft blue ribbons were neatly arranged in a row, facing an arch draped with delicate white roses and greenery.
As guests arrived, they were greeted by a tranquil ambiance that felt almost magical. Beta Ryan, serving as the best man, was busy ensuring everything was ready, his usually easygoing demeanor tinged with nervous excitement.
“Oh, this is really something to look forward to. Our aloof and meticulous Alpha is finally marrying his Luna,” Ryan teased Andrew.
Andrew gave him a sideways glance.
In the seaside cottage, Isabella was getting ready. Olivia, the maid of honor, was efficient and skilled, checking the final touches while occasionally stopping to laugh with or comfort Isabella.
“Oh, wait, Isabella, try on this blue gemstone; it will complement your fair skin better.”
“Okay.”
“Oh, no, perhaps this red gemstone is more perfect!”
“Alright, my perfectionist maid of honor,” Isabella pouted, Olivia’s constant adjustments making her even more nervous.
Her dress was a timeless symbol of elegance-a floor-length ivory gown with lace details, simple yet perfect. Olivia made the final adjustments, her eyes shining with emotion.
“You look absolutely stunning, Isabella,” Olivia said, her voice barely above a whisper.
“Thank you, Olivia. I couldn’t have done any of this without you,” Isabella replied, her eyes full of gratitude.
There was a knock at the door, and William walked in. When he saw his niece in her wedding dress, his eyes moistened. “You look beautiful, dear,” he said, his voice filled with emotion.
“Thank you, Uncle,” Isabella replied, hugging him tightly.
Meanwhile, Andrew and Ryan stood by the arch, both dressed in classic black suits that contrasted sharply with the wedding’s soft color palette. Andrew’s usually calm demeanor showed hints of nervousness and excitement. He occasionally glanced at the cottage, eagerly awaiting the moment he would see Isabella walk down the aisle.
Nathan, the officiant, sat near the arch, beginning to welcome the guests.
As the music began-a gentle and romantic violin melody-the guests turned to look at the cottage. The door opened, and Isabella emerged, arm in arm with William.
Mrs. Hannah, Layla, Ava, and Amelia sat at the banquet, smiling with satisfaction, while Ava was moved to tears. Wiping away her tears, she said, “My dear Miss Isabella, thank you for letting me witness your wedding day.”
Asher, the flower boy, wore a white little suit and held the flowers seriously. Standing beside his mother, he was unusually focused, his brows furrowed like a little adult, in stark contrast to his usual mischievous self.
“Asher, good luck,” Amelia cheered him on with a smile. He responded with a clumsy stride and blew her a kiss.
Before the wedding, Andrew had warned Asher that today was his mother’s most important and happiest day, instructing him to help make it a perfect wedding. Asher was excited and promised to do his best.
Isabella walked slowly, each step bringing her closer to Andrew and the life they were about to begin. William, with a proud and gentle expression, accompanied her down the aisle. Despite his efforts to remain calm, he couldn’t help but shed a tear.
The moment Andrew saw her, he held his breath. He wanted to tell her she was beautiful, pure, and flawless like the moon goddess.
When she reached the arch, William gently kissed her cheek before handing her over to Andrew.
“Andrew, this is my most precious girl. Please take good care of her.”
“Of course, I will.”
As soon as Andrew and Isabella’s eyes met, she playfully winked at him. Andrew smiled helplessly, his eyes full of affection.
After exchanging vows and placing the rings on each other’s fingers, Nathan, the officiant, announced, “I now pronounce you husband and wife. Mr. Andrew, you may kiss the bride.”
Andrew lifted Isabella’s veil, and as their lips met, the guests erupted in applause and cheers.
After the ceremony, the celebration moved to the beautifully decorated reception area on the beach.
Quietly, Andrew and Isabella slipped away from the reception, walking hand in hand along the shoreline. The moon cast a silver glow on the water, and the night air was cool and fresh.
“Today was perfect,” Isabella said, resting her head on Andrew’s shoulder.
“Yes,” he agreed, gently holding her hand. “I’m grateful for you, Isabella. I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.”
“Me too,” Isabella replied, looking up into his eyes. “No matter what the future holds, I know we’ll face it together.”
They kissed again, this time more passionately and deeply.
The next morning, Isabella woke up feeling like her waist was broken.
“Awake? It’s still early; you can sleep a bit more,” Andrew, also still in bed, naturally wrapped his arm around her waist.
Her backache was partly due to the bed and partly because of the man beside her. Last night’s lovemaking had exhausted her; he seemed insatiable, and she had almost fainted from the intensity. She gritted her teeth, thinking that a werewolf’s libido was indeed stronger than a human’s.
Feeling sticky, she was about to get up when warmth trickled down her legs. She glared at Andrew.
“It’s all your fault for ejaculating so much inside me last night. I feel awful now. Carry me to the bathroom for a bath.”
Andrew smiled at Isabella’s childish outstretched arms and lifted her up, his tone full of affection.
“Alright, it’s all my fault. I’ll bathe you, and then we’ll have more babies.”
Isabella blushed, pressing her head against his neck. “Andrew, you’re shameless.”
Andrew let out a low, sexy laugh.