Beastworld Bride: My Seven SSS-Rank Alpha Mates

Elara’s POV

Finally, Finnian stepped forward with his offering!

He presented me with a private fleet from Frostpeak World, transferring complete ownership directly into my hands.

My capable partner had chosen this gift knowing I’d have the freedom to travel wherever I wanted—it was crafted specifically for me.

Three starships in different sizes—large, medium, and compact—came fully equipped with everything from furnishings to advanced systems!

One hundred and eight containers filled with golden artifacts and elegant dinnerware, along with everything I’d need for Novareach Floating Island—my wardrobe, jewelry collection, handbags, and accessories. Everything compressed into a compact spatial ring that doubled as the engagement ring he’d prepared.

His Genetic ID Card went into a special case, and he saved a stunning pink supercar as his final surprise!

Every gift they’d displayed represented extensive careful preparation since discovering I was their mate. They’d been terrified of overlooking anything—after all, they belonged to me, so naturally everything they owned did too.

This ceremony wasn’t some spontaneous decision. They’d been orchestrating it for a long time. It just happened that today, the day of their breakout, they’d all finally aligned their plans!

I was still exploring my new residence through my comm device, completely unaware that my beast husbands were already creating massive waves throughout the city. Massive waves indeed!

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Rosalind hadn’t yet processed the system announcement about Novareach Floating Island’s new owner when deep, resonating booms echoed across the Val Empire’s capital.

A fleet appeared first, instantly commanding every citizen’s attention in the capital.

But that was just the beginning—trailing the fleet came a procession so enormous its end vanished from sight, organized into six unending columns!

"What in the world is happening?" Rosalind shrieked, leaping upright. She stepped outside the palace with Morgan, gazed skyward, and stood paralyzed.

She wasn’t alone. Every prominent family in the capital emerged from their homes, because vibrant streamers danced through the air—the unmistakable signature of a wedding parade...

"Which family’s daughter is marrying? How could the celebration be this elaborate?" Beatrix positioned herself on her estate’s balcony, gripping binoculars, studying the aerial procession intently. She’d witnessed nothing comparable in her entire existence!

The Sterling family appeared as well.

Every major family in the capital occupied semi-circular positions around the city, their vast estates and holdings separated by considerable distances. Despite this spacing, they could all distinctly observe the colossal procession advancing slowly toward the capital.

Like Beatrix, Helena considered retrieving binoculars, but quickly understood they weren’t necessary.

One column containing 108 wedding gift containers extended beyond her vision—and six identical columns existed!

"Which family’s daughter is wedding, creating such an elaborate display?" Helena murmured.

As nobility, even her own ceremony had never achieved this level of magnificence. Neither had hers—nor the reigning Queen’s.

No celebratory music played, only colorful banners and this overwhelming presence. The entire procession eventually settled into a graceful halt above the capital.

More accurately, above Novareach Floating Island. Using the floating island as their center point, the fleet and gift columns arranged themselves in a flawless, breathtaking circle. The spectacle was simultaneously majestic and incredible!

Helena’s brow furrowed—she was determined to identify which family’s daughter was hosting a wedding that had captured the entire capital’s attention. But after extensive waiting, the aerial procession simply remained stationary.

Rosalind stood motionless, her expression growing increasingly unreadable. The new Novareach Island owner was about to reveal themselves...

Making such an entrance? In the future, they might even attempt to overshadow her, the Crown Princess.

Beside her, Morgan looked upward. Suspended in the atmosphere was a visible banner reading "Death Bunny."

Within the procession, he could identify Trevor and the others—despite their rabbit masks, Morgan recognized them immediately.

Six columns in total, but only Silas’s column radiated that intense, overwhelming aura...

What else did he need to understand? Mr. Pendragon was getting married today!

The moment Rosalind spotted Finnian’s banner, her somber expression instantly transformed into complete astonishment.

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Elara’s POV

On the opposite side, the instant I closed my comm device, I thought my eyes were deceiving me!

Five men in formal attire stood arranged in a perfect line before me. The remaining two—Kaelen and Dorian—wore adorable bow ties around their necks.

"You all..." I rose to my feet, so moved that my words emerged as barely a whisper.

"Elara," Alistair began. "Even though the system connected us, we still owe you a proper wedding."

With those words, Alistair dropped to one knee. Following an impeccable gentleman’s bow, he lifted my hand, pressed his lips to it, and slid a simple band onto my ring finger.

Alistair, wearing a tailcoat with his hair elegantly secured, appeared refined, aristocratic, and completely like a devoted husband. "My lady," he said, his tone tender. "For my remaining years, I belong to you." 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

I gazed downward, finally understanding why Silas had given me a simple band earlier...

Silas came next. Dressed in a perfectly fitted suit, he looked devastatingly handsome and untouchable as always. He pulled me close for an intense kiss, then carefully positioned a veil over my hair. His voice caressed my ear softly.

"Baby," he whispered. "I’m surrendering myself to you."