Bound: Toxic Love (Book 2)

Epilogue

18+ Content.

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5 months later

Christian's POV

Throughout the centuries, wars had been fought and won; lost and sacrificed, with that preventing the union between those that hid from the sun, and those cursed by the moon. And with every year, the curse of the sun and the moon faded, disappeared, but the hatred between Venedocia and Moondale only grew stronger, with every day that passed.

A union meant breaking the sacred rule, the godly law of both species, and that night, it was I that broke it. I made the werewolf princess mine, a le Boursier, swearing eternity with her and vowing to take her as my wife. Crossing every boundary there once was and making my Lana mine.

It was no longer a lie, no longer a game, no longer a mere claim. Lana le Boursier was my bride, and two worlds conjoined to celebrate that very fact. A hall filled with hundreds of werewolves and vampires, after centuries, under the same roof in the very castle of Venedocia.. There were no longer even myths of those times when such union existed. So we made the historic moment happen.

Perhaps there were many that didn't accept it, many that refused to join such an outrageous breaking of the godly laws.. The elderly, I suppose. But no one was forced to bow to the king of Venedocia, as the two worlds remained separate. Moondale still had its own rules, its own packs, its own rulers.

It was the acceptance that counted. The simple fact that what I had with my Lana was no longer a secret.. No longer a lie, after so damn long. I knew of no rules, no laws nor boundaries when it came to her. I had to have her and after I did, I simply wished for more.. It was desire greater than me, love that was out of my control.

Without a single care that we might be on a verge of a war, I took her for myself. I didn't care what they threatened.. Hell, I was ready for hundreds of wars if that meant making her mine.. But we were lucky to escape that. We were lucky that Khan accepted it and allowed the union.

That night was a wedding greater than the king's had been. Invited guests attended with honor, those that were curious surrounded the castle to witness a beginning of a new era that no one ever considered possible and those that disapproved daren't appear as the vow had already been taken.

But I.. I cared for not a single one of the guests, not even slightly of the ambient or the luxury that the wedding was celebrated in. I only cared for the woman in the white dress. My bride. It was a primitive feeling, really, to be grateful for only her, my Lana.. Grateful that I had made her my wife and proud I was the only one to call her mine.

It was crude desire that gripped me from the very moment I saw her walk down the aisle, towards me, in all that snowy white lace gripping her body, all that silky hair held up underneath that veil that I drew up.. Wild eyes of blues and greens had reflected the same emotion, lips so crimson red that I failed to resist.. And so I had kissed her shamelessly before I was even told to do so.

My mind was no longer at torture because from that night on, she was mine.. The world knew of my love for her, and that's all that mattered. I needn't a damned celebration for that, nor thousands of supporters for our union. I would had made her mine, even if it meant a start of chaos and war.

But it was celebrated, and that brought a smile on my wife's face. So I smiled as well.. Even despite the fact that I couldn't keep my eyes off her that night, that I didn't give a damn about a single person in that hall other than her.. Her, that I wished to scoop in my arms and flee our own wedding.. To spend that time celebrating in our bedroom instead.