The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven-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.

His eyes found Helena immediately. For once, he did not speak. Then he let out a low whistle. "You look perfect."

Helena’s cheeks warmed faintly. "Thank you."

Then, he stepped closer, lowering his voice just enough. "Mystic Furs won’t be ready." 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

She smiled softly. "And thank you," she added, "for the maidservants."

"Sure." He waved it off. "If you need anything, you can ask Madame Beatrice or me. Directly." There was no hesitation in his tone.

Three days, and she would walk down the aisle not just as Helena Aurelion, but as the mate of an Alpha. And soon, the Luna of Mystic Furs.

"I will," Helena replied with a small smile.

***

Three days later, the wedding was held on the lower lawns of the Oatrun Estate.

White silk drapes flowed between carved pillars. Rows of polished chairs faced a raised wooden platform beneath an open sky. The late afternoon sun cast everything in gold, as if even the heavens approved of the union.

Nobles, Alphas, and dignitaries filled the seats. Mystic Furs’ warriors stood in ceremonial formation along the perimeter.

This was not merely a wedding. It was a declaration. Alpha Dennis of Mystic Furs was taking his mate.

At the front row, seated in royal prominence, were King Draven Oatrun and Queen Meredith Carter.

Meredith looked radiant but relaxed, her fingers loosely intertwined with Draven’s. There was genuine happiness in her lilac eyes as she watched Helena step forward in her wedding gown—strong yet graceful, her chin lifted with quiet confidence.

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.

He was nervous, but proud.

When Helena reached him, their eyes locked. And everything else seemed to fall away.

The priest began the rites in a steady voice, invoking ancient blessings of the Moon Goddess and the binding of mate-bonds under sacred witness.

Meredith felt a gentle warmth in her chest as she watched them exchange vows. This cheerful moment did not in any way make her feel upset about the circumstances that surrounded her and Draven’s wedding.

Because now, she regretted nothing about it.

But as for Draven, this moment reminded him of how he had forced Meredith down the aisle and claimed her without honour, so he felt very bad. With his gaze on the couple, he squeezed Meredith’s fingers gently as a way to apologize.

Dennis’ voice was firm when he spoke his oath—promising protection, loyalty, and honour not just as a mate, but as Alpha. Helena’s vow was equally resolute. She pledged strength beside him—partnership.

Meredith smiled wider at that. Beside her, Draven exhaled quietly in relief. He knew what it meant for an Alpha to be properly mated.

"He has grown," Meredith whispered softly.

Draven nodded once. "He has."

Behind them, Randall sat straighter than usual. There was fulfilment in his expression, something deeply satisfied. Both his sons now ruled. Both had chosen strong mates. The Oatrun name was secure.

It had always been his ambition right from the time he was Alpha.

Jeffery, standing among Mystic Furs’ command line, allowed himself a rare grin. The same Dennis who always made reckless taunts was now swearing lifelong vows before some of Stormveil’s highest authorities.

Life indeed moved.

When the priest finally declared Dennis and Helena bound before the Moon Goddess and Stormveil, cheers erupted across the lawn.

Dennis drew Helena into his arms without hesitation. His actions were immediately followed with applause, laughter and celebration.

Meredith clapped openly, her joy unhidden. Draven even allowed himself a faint smile.

But as the cheers continued, Levi Fellowes stood at the far edge of the gathering, slightly apart from the main nobility cluster. His presence did not go unnoticed.