Shadow of Love

The passing months had only deepened Leon's obsession. Every glance at her photo or mention of her name sent his heart racing. Athea Verion had become a constant presence in his thoughts, dreams, and desires.

During his heat, his mind conjured vivid fantasies of her—her crimson eyes watching over him with an intensity that both thrilled and terrified him. The scent of sandalwood that lingered on her that evening at the restaurant often invaded his senses. It was as if every fiber of his being craved her presence. As he lay in his bed curled up, despite the suppressant, all he could think about was her—her strong arm holding him close and gently kissing his body. Despite her cold exterior, she would be extremely kind to him and take care of him with love, he thought.

The news of the youngest Verion daughter's marriage ceremony was the culmination of his longing. The Verion family was known for hosting lavish, almost mythical celebrations, and receiving an invitation to such an event was an honor reserved for the elite among the elites. When the invitation arrived at their home, Leon's parents were excited.

"This is incredible," Elise said, reading the embossed card. "An event of this magnitude will be unforgettable. Leon, you must look your best." They hoped to find a potentially good match for Leon there.

Leon, however, had a singular focus—Athea.

The day of the ceremony arrived in a flurry of preparation. The grand conventional hall, located in the heart of the capital, had been transformed into a breathtaking wonderland. Towering crystal chandeliers cast shimmering light across the vast expanse of polished marble floors. The ceiling was adorned with intricate gold-leaf detailing, and the walls were lined with floor-to-ceiling floral arrangements in hues of white, red, and gold. Hundreds of round tables, draped in silk and set with the finest china, sprawled across the hall, each bearing centerpieces of golden roses and twinkling candlelights.

The entrance was guarded by an elite security force, as dignitaries, royals, and high-profile figures from across the nation arrived. The media swarmed the venue, capturing every moment of what was being hailed as the grandest wedding of the decade. Reporters whispered excitedly about the power alliances being forged within the crowd, as business moguls and aristocrats exchanged pleasantries. The guest list was filled with A-list celebrities, political figures, CEOs, and business tycoons, each dressed in their finest designer ensembles. Cameras flashed as renowned journalists covered the high-profile event, eager to capture every dazzling moment.

The wedding wasn't just any grand affair—it was the union of Lyra Verion, the powerful and charismatic Alpha sister of Athea, and her Omega groom, Dior. The two were an unusual yet mesmerizing pair. Lyra, known for her flirtatious charm and magnetic presence, commanded the attention of the entire room with her bold laughter and effortless grace. By her side was Dior, calm and composed, his stoic demeanor a stark contrast to Lyra's fiery energy. Despite their differences, there was an undeniable synergy between them, their gazes meeting with a silent understanding that spoke louder than words.

Leon donned an elegant outfit—a tailored black suit with golden accents that enhanced his already striking features. His brown hair was styled impeccably, and his golden eyes sparkled with anticipation. As he stepped into the hall, he could feel the weight of the event settling upon him. But for some reason he seems detached ?

The air was thick with the scent of exotic blooms and rich spices from the elaborate banquet tables, where world-class chefs prepared delicacies fit for royalty. A live orchestra played a blend of classical and modern tunes, setting a sophisticated yet electrifying atmosphere.

Yet, amidst all the grandeur, Leon's gaze searched for only one person.

Athea stood near the grand staircase, effortlessly commanding attention despite not being the bride. Her dark hair framed her sharp features, and her crimson eyes seemed to pierce through the crowd. She wore a deep emerald gown that hugged her figure, exuding an aura of power and elegance. The way she carried herself—poised, confident, untouchable—made her the true center of the evening.

Leon's heart raced as he approached her, navigating through the crowd with trembling hands. She was speaking with a group of influential guests, her tone sharp yet charming, her smile calculated but captivating.

After what felt like an eternity, Athea finally stepped away, retreating to a quieter corner of the hall. Leon seized the moment.

"Athea!" he called softly, his voice barely steady.

She turned, raising an eyebrow at the sight of him. "Leon, isn't it?"

Her words stung. She didn't remember him clearly.

"Yes," he said quickly. "From the club and the dinner..." His voice faltered under her indifferent gaze, but he pressed on. "I've been thinking about you ever since. I—"

She tilted her head, a faint smirk playing on her lips. "Oh? How flattering."

Leon clenched his fists, willing himself to continue. "Athea, I know you're extraordinary. You're strong, brilliant, and everything I admire. I... I love you. And I want to marry you."

The words tumbled out, raw and unfiltered.

For a moment, there was silence. Then Athea laughed—not cruelly, but with genuine amusement.

"You want to marry me?" she asked, her tone incredulous.

"Yes," Leon said, his voice firm despite the blush coloring his cheeks. "I know I'm not much, but I'll do everything I can to be someone worthy of you. I'll love you, support you, and protect you."

Athea stepped closer, studying him intently. The raw emotion in his eyes, the trembling in his hands—he was utterly sincere. She could feel his heart beating wildly, almost as if it were an open book laid bare for her to read.

"How... sweet," she murmured, her voice soft but laced with amusement.

Leon held his breath, his entire world hinging on her response.

"I'll think about it," she said finally, brushing past him with a fleeting smile. "Enjoy the party, Leon."

As she walked away, his heart swelled with a strange mix of hope and confusion. She hadn't rejected him outright, but neither had she accepted his proposal.

In the distance, Athea's smile faded as she entered the mansion.