A Bride For The Ruthless Alpha

~Aria~“I Alpha Damon Luther accept you Aria Samuel as my mate,” Damon gritted his acceptance in one sentence and with nothing hatred. With a clenched jaw, he strode towards me covering the distance between us. And in another quick movement, he leaned into my neck. Feeling a sudden sensation, I was startled and my body instantly responded by attempting to flinch back. But he caught me, held me and brought me to steady. “Stay still,” his voice rumbled deep in the scruff of my neck, sending jolts of sensations across me. I heard his wolf growl and my wolf growled back in response. In a heartbeat, he buried his fang in my neck and marked me. The silver thread immediately locked, bounding us as mates. My wolf gave a low growl. A growl filled with uncertainty for our future. It was supposed to be a moment of joy and bliss. It probably would have been, even if it lasted only for a few moments. If Damon didn't just straighten up and walk out of the hall leaving me on the altar in front

~Damon~How could this be?How could she be the one?The same girl I saved two years ago was the woman chosen to be my wife. A woman chosen to tie me down and cage me!And the worst part, she was my mate. The moon goddess bound her to me! My wolf growled in my head, expressing his shock too.Two days ago, as I saw her standing on the ceremonial circle, I couldn't believe my fate and my luck. In a different circumstance, I would have been more than glad to meet her again. I would have been more than happy to mark and claim her. Happy to make her my Luna…But not anymore.Now I hate her. Now I feel nothing but hatred for her because she's the arrow used to keep me locked.I refilled my glass cup with another whiskey, ready to drown myself in alcohol. I couldn't concentrate so I had to order the driver to turn the car around and miss my Alpha classes for the day. How could Lily be the very dagger pointing at me?“Lily…why did it have to be you?”Saying her name made my insides burn.

~Aria~I stopped, my chest heaving. “Don't you remember me? Two years ago—we–”But then, what if he only gets furious after remembering our past ties?What if the Damon I met two years ago was different from the one before me right now?Damon's face furrowed, his eyes narrowing. “Speak,” He demanded. But his voice was cold and his eyes unwelcoming. I swallowed hard, the pounding in my chest increasing. It was now or never! “I–”“My Alpha! Your attention is needed!” A voice interrupted just as I finally made up my mind to speak. With his face still heavily covered in a frown, Damon cast one unpleasant look on me before he trotted away. My wolf purred sadly inside me.“There will be a next time. And this time, I promise to ask him and find out everything,” I told myself but deep within me I was grateful I didn't ask him yet. Goddess knows I would hate so much to ruin the precious memories of that day. And above all, I was scared.I was afraid that I'd be forced to finally agree t

~Aria~“But I warn you, he is a very dangerous man.” Beatrice's warning reverberated in my head. However, it wasn't just Beatrice’s warning that had gone off inside me. My wolf had begun to prance. Violently. Defensively. Like she was in the face of a potential enemy. Before I could sense out this ‘dangerous’ man I was about to meet, the door had opened and my wolf had gone berserk. What is this supposed to mean?Seconds later, I was face to face with him—the chief elder of Redmoon pack, Damon's uncle. Now there was something else. Something about him that smelt and felt off.There was also this familiar air around him that I couldn't quite put my fingers on. His lips widened into a smile. “My Luna.” He did a small head dip and ushered me inside.“Greetings Chief elder,” I finally greeted after fully entering inside. “No need for that, my dear. You'll become the Luna of this Pack soon and must begin to see yourself as one. You'll be higher in rank than me too…” he added as hi

~Aria~Tears rolled down my face as I curled myself in my bed. I knew it. I felt it. My wolf felt it. Our mate was fụcking another woman. How could we not feel it?If only I hadn't gone to thank him for helping me back at the pack tailor, then I wouldn't have witnessed that. Like a fool, I’d closed the door and left quietly. Like a woman desperate to hide her pain and shame, I begged the only maid I saw to help me leave without leaving any traces and never reveal that I was there. That way Damon would never know I was there or that I saw him or that I was broken by him!“What is it, my Luna,” Beatrice asked, walking in. “It's nothing,” I hastily said as I wiped my eyes. “How's Lisa?” I asked in a bid to channel the discussion elsewhere. “She's doing great.”“My Luna, are you alright?” She asked, peering suspiciously at me. But before I could respond, we heard the door. One of Bertha's maids entered. “You have a message,” she said, dumping a letter in Beatrice's palm. “It wa