The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call

Chapter 1714 The Affectionate Couple

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, sthings 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 cto 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 | thought! The lord seems gentler than before," a demon chimed in.

"Shere. 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 cat 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 titself had

cto a halt.

Knowing that Dalton didn't want to be bothered, the malevolent spirits sensibly returned to the underworld. Even

the animals displayed shrewdness-a caterpillar would've successfully turned into a butterfly in such rare

encounters. It was a blessing gifted by the heavens.

But it wasn't only the animals that felt the change. Both the ancient and fearsbeasts that had accompanied

Dalton for years responded strongly to the surge of heavenly luck.

Whitley, the silent young man, struggled to contain the power awakening in his blood. Wolf, who had been

guarding Logan, hung around in the courtyard. His erratic behavior terrified the restless souls across the streets.

Yet, Wynter remained unaware of the turmoil surrounding her. With the hairpin tethering her soul, she witnessed

various scenes playing out in her subconscious-Fabian's death, her brothers’ tragic fates, and Marie's and

Reuben's demise.

Wynter reached out, desperate to save her family. However, her hands passed through them as they faded away.

Amid her fury, she felt a gaze upon her. She turned around to see a man, but his face was obscured.

"You're weak," stated the man.

Wynter charged forward and flung her needles at him. Yet, the needles froze midair, just two inches away from

him, as if halted by an invisible wall. No matter how Wynter ran, she couldn't close the distance between them.

"It's pointless," the man added.

Wynter closed her eyes to calm her mind. A burst of energy suddenly coursed within her, and she opened her

eyes once more to face the empty space.

She drew a needle and threw it ahead, muttering a spell under her breath. A crack appeared and slowly widened

before her. Just when she thought it was over, she was pulled into another dream.

In that dream, she appeared to be at a wedding in the mountains. The sky above stood full of ethereal beings,

with heavy chants warning her to cease the ceremony.

A single drop of water splashed onto the bluestone. A large, dreamy Victorian bed gleamed in the heart of the

natural hot spring, reflecting a beautiful yet illusory world.

Had Wynter been conscious, she would've recognized the scene as one from the distant past. It was a vision that

occurred frequently in her dreams, along with the golden cuffs binding her legs and the faint ringing of bells.

Alas, she remained lost in her slumber.

Within the tranquil space, Dalton removed Wynter's wedding dress before carrying her into the hot spring.

Dressed only in her undergarments, Wynter was placed against the edge as the warm waters rose to her

shoulders.

Her pale face flushed with a rosy hue, and her skin as smooth as silk. Bathed in the soft light, she radiated the

delicate beauty of a porcelain doll. Part of her black hair floated atop the water, while the rest cascaded

alluringly against her back.

At the tempting sight, Dalton encircled her waist with one hand and gazed at her hair. He knew exactly what

adorned her head, for he had been the one to prepare it in the past. Yet, it only brought back sunpleasant

memories.

He had once resorted to such schemes when she showed her disdain for him. But now, he had no intention of

using

the strick.

The moment Dalton removed the hairpin, Wynter was enveloped by his calm, soothing scent. Unlike those that

made her recoil, it was a natural, pleasing scent that brought her a sense of ease.

She felt his strong arm tightening around her waist, leaving her no room to struggle. They were so close that

they could practically feel each other's breath.

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.

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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 handsface drew closer.

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

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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

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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.