The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 613

Chapter 613: Dennis Weds Helena

[Third Person].

Three days before the wedding, Dennis drove himself to the Aurelion residence in his pickup truck rather than a polished vehicle.

Helena saw it from the window and shook her head with a soft smile before stepping outside. He leaned casually against the driver’s door, arms folded, looking far too pleased with himself.

"You could have come with an escort," she said as she approached.

"And miss the chance to personally steal you away?" he replied. "Never."

She rolled her eyes, but the warmth in them betrayed her.

After greeting her parents respectfully, Dennis helped load her luggage into the back. It was not excessive as Helena was practical, but it was enough to signal a change.

As they drove, Dennis reached behind his seat and brought out a wrapped bundle. "For you."

She opened it and laughed softly. "Roasted skewered lamb?"

"Fresh from the roadside vendor, you like."

Her eyes brightened. She took a bite without hesitation, clearly pleased. After a moment, she held it toward him. "Your turn."

He leaned over and took a bite from the same skewer, deliberately closer to her fingers than necessary.

"You are shameless," she muttered.

"Mmmm." Dennis nodded. "And you are marrying me."

By the time they reached the Oatrun Estate, the gates were already open. Servants bowed as the truck rolled in. The moment it stopped, attendants hurried forward to unload Helena’s belongings.

Dennis stepped out first and walked around to her side, then he stretched out his hand. Helena placed hers in his without hesitation, and he led her inside the house.

This wasn’t Helena’s first visit. She had been there several times. But most importantly, she had stood proudly during Dennis’s Alpha conferring ceremony. However, today felt different. Today, she was not a guest.

Dennis guided her upstairs to his wing. She slowed slightly at the threshold of his bedroom. This was new. All her previous visits had never crossed the upper floor.

The servants were already inside Dennis’ bedroom, setting down her trunks carefully when they arrived.

Then, Dennis leaned close to her ear and said, "Direct them. It’s your space too."

Helena nodded and stepped forward with composed authority, instructing where fabrics should be placed, where her jewellery chest should rest, and which garments required special handling.

She did not raise her voice, yet the servants responded with efficiency. And she watched until everything was in order.

Later, Madame Beatrice arrived. "Until the wedding," the older woman said gently, "you will stay in the guest wing."

Helena understood. Tradition was tradition. In a few minutes, she was escorted to a beautifully prepared temporary bedroom—elegant, airy, welcoming, in the guest wing.

In the evening, Madame Beatrice returned with two young women.

"Alpha Dennis selected them personally," she said. "They will serve as your personal maidservants."

Helena looked at them kindly. "Your names?"

"Livia, my lady."

"Seren, my lady."

She nodded. "Then we shall get along."

Soon after, her bridal garments were brought in—layers of ivory silk and intricate embroidery prepared weeks in advance. With careful assistance, she tried on the wedding dress, and it fit perfectly.

She turned slightly before the mirror, studying herself as a bride.

At the same time, a gentle knock sounded on the door. And before anyone could answer, Dennis stepped in.

Dennis stood at the altar already, dressed in ceremonial Alpha attire, looking far more composed than usual. Yet those who knew him well could see the tightness in his jaw and the way his shoulders squared too deliberately. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

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