LOGIN"You could have chosen anyone. Women throw themselves at you, I'm certain of it. Women who would die to be your chosen… your mate. Why take me, someone unwilling?" "I did not choose you," he said, with a shrug. "Alexandros and Nikolaos did." "Then what's stopping you from setting me free? From choosing another?" I challenged. "I don't want another." ***** Becoming the bride of the most desired and dangerous Alpha is no fairytale, but a bloody nightmare. Lyla Gray, a young human woman, is taken from a life of poverty and dumped into a world of wealth and Lycans... sold into an arranged union with a man she neither trusts nor desires. Her marriage to Zephyrus Wrath, the fearsome and filthy-rich Alpha of a dominant Lycan pack, is not born out of love, but forced by his pack’s traditions. He never wanted a mate. But when duty calls, he bends to take a bride. What he doesn’t expect is to want her. Uncontrollably. Madly. Yet even as the desire is evident between them, he refuses to force the bond. He wants Lyla to choose him willingly. But Lyla is no calm, submissive woman. She challenges him at every turn, determined to frustrate him enough to make him back down and send her away. Yet in doing so, she draws dangerous attention to herself. Eyes that see her as ungrateful, as someone who should feel honored to be Zephyr’s 'Chosen'.
View MoreTo all my loyal readers, thank you for sticking with me by reading Bride of Wrath all the way to the end.Your support means a lot to me, and I’m truly grateful. Every read, comment, vote, and coin spent on the book encouraged me, especially on days when writing felt tiring, and they reminded me why I share these stories in the first place.I am grateful beyond words.I began writing Bride of Wrath in March 2025, and it’s honestly been one of the most enjoyable books I’ve ever worked on. The story seemed to build itself because everything flowed so naturally. Usually, it takes me a year or two to complete a book, especially when battling the crippling burden of writer’s block, but this one took about four months. Those four months were intense, sometimes exhausting, but also filled with joy because I could feel the characters taking on lives of their own.Zephyr and Lyla hold such a special place in my heart. Their love story challenged me to write about power, trust, and vulnerability
THREE YEARS LATER “Dada home! Dada home!” Jules shrieked with happiness, toddling eagerly toward the door. His twin sister, Azalyn, abandoned her toys and scampered after him on unsteady little legs. Their Lycan hearing had caught the sound of their father’s voice even before he reached the door.I stood back, recording the moment on my phone. Seconds later, Benedict got the door, and Zephyr appeared, briefcase in one hand, suit jacket in the other. His face lit up the instant he spotted the kids. Dropping everything to the floor, he knelt to gather them both in his arms, Jules on one side, Aza on the other. Benedict picked up his stuff and took it to its rightful place. “Oh, my sweet babies. You missed Daddy, huh?” Their giggles filled the room, their dark hair just like his. Jules had my gray eyes, while Aza had inherited her father’s striking green.Zephyr spent a few moments playing with them before finally setting them down and walking over to me. I’d already tucked my p
WEEKS LATER. Athena finally returned home to her pack. Nigel had been killed, forcing her father to step in and claim leadership as the new Alpha of Nigel's former pack. On the day she left, it was painfully clear to anyone watching how difficult it was for her and Troy to say goodbye. They barely spoke, but their feelings were evident in their eyes. I saw them hang around the car, both at a loss for words, especially Troy. It was obvious how much he wanted to say, but wouldn't. He'd convinced himself he didn't deserve love, or anything good. And Athena… Athena was love itself. She was light. The incandescent glow to his darkness. The salve to every raw, festering wound inside him. Meanwhile, Slade and Harold were busy thanking Zephyr and me for keeping his daughter safe, but I wasn't really listening. I couldn't take my eyes off those two.I felt so unbelievably sad for them, because they deserved each other, even if neither of them knew how to say it. They had become close i
LYLAZephyr stumbled into the mansion, looking like he had been in an accident. Blood stuck to his skin, and his hair was a wild mess.I immediately got to my feet, my heart beating fast at the sight. I knew where he had been and what he had gone to do, but I hadn't expected him to look this wrecked."Oh my God, Zephyr…" I rushed to him and grabbed his arm before he could brush past me."I'm fine," he said, but his voice was ragged. He tore at what was left of his shirt and tossed it aside. I then noticed a hole in his shoulder, with black blood slowly oozing out. It looked like a bullet wound, and it didn't look good. I gasped, covering my mouth with my hand. "Zephyr… what…""Silver," he spat, wincing as he lowered himself into a chair. "I need to get the bullet out before it poisons me further."He glared at the doorway, gritting his teeth. "TROY!""H-he's out back with Athena," I stammered, turning to run. "I'll get Garrett…"But Garrett was already coming in from the hall, drawn
Stefan suddenly turned in his seat, still on the phone. "Lyla… are you okay?" He asked in concern, just as Susan pulled me into her side, wrapping her arm around my shoulders as I cried into her coat.I heard Zephyr's voice over the phone, faint, but sounding panicked."What's wrong?! What happened
LYLA"Do we really have to do this?" I asked, half-whining as Susan led me toward the open concert grounds, already packed with fans dressed in merch."Yes," she said with too much excitement. "I still can't believe you've never heard of them.""Alternative Rock is not exactly my genre of music," I
ZEPHYR.I held the dryer over Lyla's hair, moving it slowly so it could fan the damp strands and we could both finally get to bed.She sat in front of the vanity mirror, wearing tiny night shorts that made focusing impossible and a matching thin-strapped top that left most of her back bare. The top
We stood there for a moment, still holding each other, breathing in our scents, basking in the heightened emotions of the mating bond. But as we straightened, the heat from before finally gave way to reality, and my cheeks flushed.God.We kissed like we'd been deprived of oxygen, and each other's






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