His Love

Chapter 55

Klaus's POV

I listened intently, my senses on edge. Tara had been worried something might go wrong today. The room was filled with vampires, werewolves, and a handful of witches, all seated and awaiting the ceremony. I stood at the altar, trying to keep my composure, but my nerves betrayed me.

Butterflies drifted down from the skylight, their delicate wings glinting in the light as they floated through the room. The soft notes of music from the band filled the air, and I clasped my hands together, trying to calm the anxious energy building within me.

The door creaked open, and Rebecca appeared first. She held white lilies, her movements graceful as she descended the steps in time with the music. At the end of the aisle, Marcel stepped forward, offering his arm to escort her the rest of the way. They separated when they reached the altar, each taking their place on opposite sides of me.

Freya came next, mirroring Rebecca's actions. She descended the steps and locked arms with Kol at the bottom. Together, they walked down the aisle before parting ways at the front.

Finally, the doors opened, and my heart stilled. Tara emerged, her ice-white dress shimmering as it hugged her figure, flaring gracefully at the hips. Her train trailed behind her like a cascade of moonlight. Her hair was pulled into a sleek bun adorned with a delicate silver hairpiece that matched her earrings.

Step by step, she moved closer to me, her face obscured by a thick veil. The anticipation was unbearable. When she reached the altar, I stepped forward to help her onto the small stage. With her hand in mine, I could feel my breath catch in my throat.

The preacher began to speak. "We are gathered here to join these two in—"

I shot him a sharp glare. "Skip to the important part," I demanded.

Tara coughed softly, her smile calming my impatience. The preacher cleared his throat nervously. "We will now exchange rings."

Marcel handed me the diamond ring from his pocket, while Tara held the gold band in her hand.

"Please, place the ring on her finger as a symbol of your union," the preacher instructed.

I gently slid the ring onto Tara's delicate finger, savoring the sight of the jewel meant just for her.

"Now, the bride will do the same," the preacher continued.

Tara's hands trembled slightly as she slipped the gold band onto my finger.

"These rings symbolize your eternal partnership. You may now unveil the bride."

With a smile, I lifted the veil. My breath hitched as her face was revealed, radiant and glowing with beauty. A single tear escaped down my cheek as I gazed at her, unable to speak.

"I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride," the preacher declared.

I pulled Tara close, her chest pressed against mine. She looked up at me, her eyes filled with innocence and joy. Cupping her cheek, I pressed my lips to hers. Heat surged through my body as we moved together, lost in the moment.

When we pulled apart, we both gasped for air, smiling at each other.

Suddenly, a scream pierced the air.

A vampire collapsed, clutching her face as smoke sizzled from her skin. Chaos erupted.

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Tara's POV

The room descended into chaos. Powder bombs exploded, and people screamed as they fell to the floor. Werewolves shifted into their true forms, tearing through attackers.

"Klaus!" I shrieked, clutching his arm as fear coursed through me.

He looked down at me, his worry barely concealed.

"WATCH OUT!" Marcel yelled, hurling a man dressed in black across the room before he could get close to me.

Vampires and wolves fled, leaping through windows to escape. The remaining figures in black stood motionless, their focus locked on us.

Then, someone in a pristine white suit strolled in, her presence commanding attention. The attackers bowed as she approached.

"Wow," she drawled, stepping over bodies. "My witches and warlocks outdid themselves, didn't they?" She smirked, clearly pleased.

Freya began chanting a spell, but the witches surrounding us muttered in unison, canceling her magic.

"I can't allow you to use your powers right now," the woman in white said smugly. "We don't enjoy hurting fellow witches... except for the one behind you. How about you take a nap?"

With a flick of her wrist, Freya collapsed.

Rebecca caught her, cradling her head. "What did you do to her?" Rebecca growled.

"Relax," the woman said dismissively. "She's just sleeping."

Marcel's fangs extended as he glared at her. "You're all dead the next time I see you."

"What do you want?" Elijah asked calmly, though his posture was tense.

"The girl," the woman replied, her eyes landing on me.

Klaus tightened his grip around me. "You won't touch her," he snarled.

The woman laughed. "We'll see."

The witches joined hands and began chanting. Klaus and the others dropped to the ground, their bodies paralyzed.

My legs wobbled as fear consumed me. I glanced at Klaus, his body trembling with rage as he fought against the magic.

"Please," I begged, tears streaming down my face. "What do you want from me?"

The woman crouched before me, cupping my face with a mockingly gentle hand. "I'm sorry, but you must die. It's nothing personal. As Regent, it is my duty to fulfill the ancestors' will."

She stood, pulling a thin silver blade from her belt.

I turned my gaze to Klaus, tears blurring my vision.

"Look away," I mouthed silently, choking on the words.

"I love you."

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Will The Regent succeed in her plan?
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