The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call (Wynter Quinnell) novel Chapter 1714

Wynter remained unaware of her surroundings, wandering deep into her subconscious. The hem of her wedding dress swept against the ground as Dalton carried her, seemingly leaving faint ripples in the water.

The night darkened to an inky blackness. In the distance, the azure spring steamed with a warm mist, surrounded by lush greenery that painted a dreamy scene. The natural hot spring, fed by the mountain streams, was veiled in the lavender's soothing aroma lulled all into a peaceful slumber.

Everything had been arranged by the crow himself, including the wedding room's decor. While not a difficult task for a mythical beast, the crow feared the consequences of Dalton's decision.

By all accounts, Dalton was forbidden from marrying—his last marriage had caused many grand masters' downfall. That said, Dalton had no part in it. After all, some things would inevitably decline when they reached their peaks.

Dalton had always remained impassive until he met a certain cultivator. Whenever he thought of marriage, she would come to mind. Unfortunately, his previous wedding had been anything but a pleasant memory.

Lifting his gaze, the crow watched as beings from the three realms arrived to offer their congratulations.

He halted momentarily and inadvertently glanced at the foggy distance, where a pair of cold eyes loomed within. The figure, draped in long black hair, resembled a nobleman from the depths of hell.

The crow quickly averted his gaze, recognizing the warning in that gaze. Dressed in his past outfit, Dalton appeared just as he had been when he first stepped into the human realm.

The demons widened their eyes at the sight and started whispering among themselves.

"Don't you think he looks different this time?"

"That's what I thought! The lord seems gentler than before," a demon chimed in.

"Same here. The souls in the underworld were kept in check during his reign—one wrong move, and they'd be pleading for mercy."

The demons instantly shrank back when Dalton swept a glance over them.

"What a nostalgic feeling. The lord still carries that intimidating presence, cracking his whip even from a great distance."

"It seems like the lord has changed. His attitude toward us hasn't softened, but all his tenderness seems to be reserved for that lady," a demon noted.

As Dalton carefully led Wynter into the decorated wedding hall, a dryad bowed deeply and handed him a pair of wedding rings.

"My lord, this is the human realm's tradition. The bride and groom will exchange rings as a sign of their eternal love," the dryad explained.

She was once the most revered spirit among the people. Aside from the salamanders and leprechauns, the dryad received the strongest devotion. Though the wedding rings she presented seemed plain, they carried the essence of countless joys.

An ordinary couple would surely lead to a blissful marriage upon receiving the rings. But for Dalton, they were useless. As the one who bestowed blessings and delivered punishments to humans, neither could touch him.

Despite knowing the truth, the dryad offered pleasant words. "It's my greatest honor to witness your marriage, my lord."

The air around them was filled with heavenly energy. The dryad couldn't help but believe that the wedding guests were truly fortunate, as though even the gravest sins had been pardoned.

A phoenix soared overhead and placed flowers on Wynter's head, symbolizing wealth and prosperity.

Dalton showed unexpected courtesy toward the dryad. "Since you're familiar with human customs, you shall host the ceremony."

The dryad complied with his request as her eyes lit up excitedly. It would benefit the locals if her energy grew stronger. However, only a few worshipped her in recent years. Hardly anyone had visited her temple, likely due to its small size. In fact, no one came at all.

The villagers chose to devote themselves to the river god—more precisely, it was a deceptive, malevolent dragon they revered. Left without a home, the dryad could only wander like a lost soul.

Though she was meant to fade away in half a year, the dryad was now overflowing with energy.

Before the couple, two seats were placed to represent Theo and Fabian. After placing a ring into Wynter's palm and the other in Dalton's, the dryad naturally called for the couple to exchange their wedding rings.

Just as Dalton was about to slip the wedding ring onto Wynter's finger, a powerful energy suddenly erupted throughout the underworld. The underworld guards were shocked as the mountains quivered, as if an earthquake had struck.

Dark clouds swirled in the sky, as though the heavens were condemning the marriage. Yet, Dalton remained unfazed.

The underworld quaked so much that the ghouls scrambled to retrieve their fallen heads. Even the unborn spirit waiting in line on the bridge couldn't help but inquire, "Do we still need to drink that?"

They were referring to the cup of spilled water that Morna had handed them.

The chaos was all caused by Dalton's attempt to exchange the wedding rings. If Wynter had been conscious, she would've surely noticed something was off about him. After all, whose marriage could possibly shake the earth and sky? Only Dalton's, it seemed.

The crow silently stood at the side as more and more beings from the three realms gathered. They were eager to draw closer, unwilling to pass up the rare chance to claim a bit of heavenly luck.

Upon recognizing Dalton's identity, the dryad hurriedly concluded the ceremony. "The newlyweds may now return to the wedding room."

Dalton silently glanced at Wynter before picking her up. He even set up a barrier that stretched for 100 miles, preventing any human or soul from approaching. All contact was severed within the barrier, as if time itself had come to a halt.

Stunned, Wynter mistook him for Zhask and attempted to break his arm. She hastily shot out a hand, but Dalton caught her wrist as he held her against him. The next second, they tumbled into the warm waters together.

Finding the heat unbearable, Wynter emerged from the hot spring. The dim surroundings and foggy mist clouded her vision, making it hard to see clearly. Before she could speak, she was forcibly pulled away and pinned against a boulder.

As Dalton moved in behind her, she could feel his muscular chest pressing against her back. A strong hand slid to her front, tearing her undergarment from her shoulders and using it to bind her wrists.

Dalton let out a chuckle, his presence blending seamlessly with the darkness. Rubbing Wynter's lips, he gazed at her alluringly as his handsome face drew closer.

Wynter frowned and attempted to turn away, but he caught her jaw. "Why are you hiding?" he asked.

His deep baritone voice sent a shiver through Wynter, stirring an irresistible temptation. He moved a hand to her silky nape, gently caressing it as if evaluating his meal's quality. As his fingers traced down her neck, she felt a slight tingle run through her and instinctively gulped.

No longer holding back, Dalton grabbed a handful of her hair and tilted her head. The atmosphere grew steamy and sensual as they pressed close together.

Wynter felt her strength fading as she struggled to move, but her hands were tied. His body's heat enveloped her, and she could feel his shape against her skin. Flustered and embarrassed, she desperately wished to escape from the intimate moment.

Dalton seemed to sense her discomfort, letting out a soft chuckle that her lips drowned out.

Though he seemed to be holding her gently a second ago, he then ruthlessly pinned her against the bluestone and pressed his body close to hers. His fingers gracefully twirled her hair as his teeth sank into her earlobe.

Wynter trembled and closed her eyes. The cold bluestone beneath her clashed with Dalton's warmth, making her desperate to break free from the discomfort. However, her attempts only seemed to awaken something deep within Dalton.

He gazed down at Wynter, whose quivering figure was as fragile and beautiful as shattered porcelain. A soft blush colored her skin, and her teary eyes held a captivating allure. It was truly a beautiful sight.

When she closed her eyes, she seemed to radiate fragility, stirring within him an overwhelming urge to break her.

Picking Wynter up, Dalton gently set her aside before pressing his warm lips against her bare back.

"No… Don't touch it there…" Wynter gasped as she felt her fingers going numb.

She could faintly hear the maids' footsteps just outside. Despite being concealed behind bushes and tree shades, she felt her nerves heighten at the sound of the rushing footsteps in the distance.

What was forbidden felt even sweeter and thrilling. All of a sudden, Dalton held her chin and tilted her head back, planting kisses along her delicate neck.