تسجيل الدخولMi madre me envió a Riverton para casarme con Marco Ricci. Un movimiento de poder. Uno destinado a consolidar el control de nuestra familia sobre la ciudad. Después de todo, mi abuelo fue el que puso a los Ricci en el mapa. Ellos nos lo debían. Se suponía que deberían tratarme como a la realeza. Visité la más elegante joyería de Riverton para comprarle a mi prometido un regalo. Sin embargo, una mujer me lo arrebató de las manos. Antes de que pudiera moverme, el gerente de la tienda ya estaba adulándola. —¡Señorita Bianca! ¿Un regalo del señor Ricci? ¡Luce perfecto en usted! ¿Marco? ¿Mi prometido? Así que esta era su puta. Ella deslizó el anillo de zafiros en su dedo y me lanzó una mirada de disgusto. —¿Quién diablos eres tú, perra? ¿Estás tratando de robar lo que es mío? Ni siquiera la volteé a ver. Simplemente, llamé a Marco. —Tu puta tiene algo que es mío. Tienes tres minutos. Ven a la joyería y encárgate de ella.
عرض المزيدALORA
"This marriage between you and princess Alora must happen," I overheard the impending voice of my soon to be father in-law talking to someone whom i assumed was his son in a secluded room away from the evening celebration. I eavesdrop to listen further.
"Your condition is deteriorating, Kalix and we have no choice. You're not getting married out of love but necessity. The council had only imposed this duty on you because our pack needs an heir and so do I."
"After she gets pregnant and gives birth to an heir, then you can discard her and be with whoever you want." He added.
My jaw dropped to the ground in shock. The turn of events and sudden revelation was alarming. I knew it from the very beginning that this marriage was a sham but no one, not even my own family believed me.
It wasn't an alliance to bring both packs together in peace. The only reason why his parents had proposed this marriage ceremony under the guise of bringing both packs together was because their son needed a baby breeder? How disappointing and utterly disgusting.
I can't believe that this is really happening to me and the worst part is that there was nothing i could do to stop this. Tonight was supposed to be my eighteenth birthday celebration but now, it has been ruined because I will be betrothed to this family.
I have always prayed to the goddess that i would fall in love and get married to the one i love, my choice, my very own mate that was destined and fated for me. Not once in my entire life did i think that i would end up here in this unfortunate situation. Like a property to be tossed to a man simply because they needed it for their evil agenda.
Holding up my dress with both hands, tears trickling down my face, i stormed away, abandoning my initial plan to use the bathroom and made my way towards the outside walls of the palace where i would be free from the shackles of everything happening right now.
"Alora!" Someone called after me. I recognize the voice to be that of Caden, my twin brother so I ignore and hasten my strides in hopes that he doesn't catch up to me but he does eventually.
"Where are you going?" He asked, grabbing me by the arm. "Your birthday celebration is that way, inside the grand hall so what are you doing out here alone?"
Caden and I were the only children of our parents. We were born only seconds apart from each other. We are identical and most times, often mistaken for each other. He was a splitting image of me. The only difference between us was our eyes and hair color.
"Just let me go Caden." I pleaded desperately but he only tightened his grip around my arm.
"Not until you tell me what this madness is all about? The entire household of the Silver pack is here tonight for your betrothal ceremony with their son." He pulled me forward, eyes staring at me with intent. "Are you trying to run away? Do you know what this would do to father and our pack at large?"
"And what if I am?" I yelled at him. "I told everyone that I wasn't interested in this marriage from the very beginning but none of you listened to me. They're not good people Caden. They don't want an alliance between our packs. They want a slave and a baby breeder."
"I cannot go through with this betrothal ceremony Caden." I whisper to him, hurtful tears trickling down my cheeks. "Please just let me run away."
"And then what?" He retorts, angrily "What happens when and if you run away? Do you think that running away will solve anything? You will only complicate things further."
"You are now a grown woman Alora. One day, you will become a Luna queen so you should know how to handle your emotions better when it comes to sensitive matters like these."
"A grown woman whose choices has been taken away from her." I whispered, my voice laced in hurt. "I cannot believe that they're forcing me to get betrothed to a boy i barely know. A boy who doesn't even want me."
"My choices are utterly useless and it doesn't matter to either one of you in this palace now, does it? All that matters is that I get married as a bargain to settle a lifelong dispute and become a breeder." I lash at him in pain.
"Alora..." He started but i shook my head vehemently. I don't want to hear or listen to anything he or anyone has to say concerning this issue. I will run away and that's my final decision.
"Alora!" My father's angry voice filtered through the evening air. He has come in search of me since I didn't return back to the party. Scared for my life and what he might do if he catches me out here, I jerk my hands away from Caden's and run towards an empty car.
Before Caden would catch up to me, I snatched the keys and took to the wheel, driving out of the premises and into the busy roads. I am angry and I needed to blow off some steam.
I saw another car closely chasing mine from the rearview mirror but I didn't stop. I wouldn't. They honked tirelessly but I only increased my speed.
I took a sharp curve and is immediately blinded by the lights of an ongoing truck. I try to pump the breaks but it doesn't budge. With a loud scream, I dodge and slammed my car into the nearest wall with tremendous force. The speeding truck came barreling around the bend, its tires screeching in protest as it knocked off the car behind me.
The sound of crunching metal and shattering glass filled the air as the Hyundai was tossed about like a toy. I was thrown forward, my seatbelts straining to hold me in place.
in my barely conscious state, I heard sirens and camera flashes as people gathered around to take in the gruesome scene. My car was a twisted wreck, its doors mangled and its windows blown out and so was I.
My whimpered, my whole body in pain as I tried to make a sound and that's when I saw my father and my twin brother knocked out cold in the front passenger seat of the other car.
Caden's head was slumped forward, his head resting against the dashboard. My eye's eyes widened in horror when I realized that they were not moving.
"C-Caden...Dad!" I whispered in a small voice in hopes that one of them will hear me and wake up but they didn't.
Soon enough, the paramedics arrived at the scene and we are immediately rushed to the hospital. As we are wheeled inside together, I turn to stare at Caden's lifeless body and tears stung my eyes. He was bruised and battered in all the wrong places.
Seeing him in that state hurts more than anything I am going through at this particular moment. Regret and guilt washes over me in an instant. I shouldn't have run away. I should've stayed when he told me to. If I did then maybe this accident would've been avoided.
He's in this state because of me. He's hurt and wounded because of me.
I was wheeled in for surgery and when I opened my eyes hours later, I found my mother seated beside me with tears gathered in her eyes.
"Mother..." I beckoned. My voice barely audible as I reached out to hold her hands and she immediately took it. My eyes were heavy and I could feel the tears flooding in. "I'm so sorry. Everything that happened is my fault. I tried to stop but I couldn't, I'm sorry."
"Breathe Alora, breathe." She cautioned me. "It's not your fault. You shouldn't blame yourself for any of this. Everything will be fine."
"How is Dad and Caden? Please tell me that they're doing okay. Please." I begged in a desperate plea. Anything can happen to me but no to them.
"The doctor is yet to—" She was about to say when the door to my ward slid open. The doctor walked in with a gloomy look on his face as though he was about to deliver bad news.
My mother stood up almost immediately.
"Doctor, how is my husband and my son?" She asked but he didn't respond. Instead he looked at me in brief silence then back to her again. His eyes flashed with guilt and I saw him swallow hard.
"Where are they? Are they out of surgery yet? Can I see them?" My mother requested but he shook his head negatively.
"I'm sorry Luna Queen but they didn't make it." He broke down the news to her. "The Alpha king was pronounced dead on arrival and we did everything in our power to save the crown prince's life but it was to no avail. We lost him during surgery, I'm truly sorry." He apologized again and my mother fell to the ground.
My heart skipped a beat and the world around me went silent. I felt numb to the bone and I couldn't bring myself to make sense of anything going on right now.
"Is there nothing we can do?" I heard my mother's fragile voice from my deep, cold and blurry world while i remained in my position, unmoved. It felt like my whole world had come to a standstill.
"I'm afraid not, my Queen." He answered flatly.
My father is dead. My brother is dead. Those were the only thoughts bouncing through my head like a broken record on repeat. I couldn't believe it.
"The council are all waiting outside for an update on their condition my Queen. What should I tell them?" The doctor asked and my mother wiped out her tears and rose to her feet with a dead look in her eyes.
"Does anyone else know about what you have just told me?" She inquired and he shook his head negatively in response.
"And it should remain that way, doctor. If anyone finds out about this news then I'll have you and your entire family beheaded." She threatened him, shocking me.
"Of course, my Queen."
"You are going to tell them what they want to hear." She started, in a serious tone. "You are going to tell them that it was the princess who died in that accident and not the Alpha prince. Tell them tha
t the crown prince survived and is in recovery and make sure that they believe it." She deadpanned.
—¿Boda?Marco y Bianca levantaron la vista al mismo tiempo, con un destello de confusión en los ojos, seguido de la alegría desbordante de quienes creen haber burlado a la muerte.Los tontos siempre confunden la guadaña de la muerte con un salvavidas.—Un amor tan verdadero merece la bendición de Dios —dije, y aplaudí.De entre las sombras, un hombre con una túnica sacerdotal negra dio un paso al frente.Era el «sacerdote» de la familia. Normalmente solo aparecía en los funerales.—Aquí mismo, ahora mismo —dije, señalando el trozo de hormigón sucio y manchado de sangre—. Cásense.Marco se quedó paralizado. —Pero... pero esto es una sala de interrogatorios...—¿Algún problema? —levanté una ceja—. Creo que es perfecto. Un juramento hecho ante la muerte. Lo hace inolvidable, ¿no crees?Los hombres de negro los obligaron a arrodillarse, uno frente al otro.Era una visión repugnante. Marco, cubierto de sangre, con el traje hecho jirones. Bianca, con la mitad de la cara convert
—¡¿Papá, estás loco?! Marco gritó con la voz entrecortada.—¿Por qué te arrodillas ante estas dos mujeres? ¡Eres el Don de la familia Ricci! ¡Eres el rey de Riverton! Tienes miles de hombres, tienes armas, tienes dinero... ¡¿Por qué les tienes miedo?!Luchó por levantarse, por ayudar a Vito a ponerse de pie, con la mirada perdida por la confusión.—¡Levántate! ¡Mátalas! ¡Como siempre me enseñaste!Crucé las piernas con elegancia, observando cómo se desarrollaba este ridículo drama familiar.—Mira a tu hijo, Vito —dije con una risita cruel, y mi voz resonó en la habitación—. He oído que golpeó a su querido «verdadero amor» casi hasta la muerte ahí abajo, todo por una corteza de pan mohoso. ¿Este es el «rey» que criaste?La cosa podrida que solía ser Bianca se estremeció al oír mis palabras, dejando escapar un gemido ahogado.Vito Ricci se estremeció. Se giró bruscamente, el dolor en sus ojos se convirtió en pura rabia.¡PUM!Le dio una patada a Marco en la parte posterior d
La calma de mi madre me provocó escalofríos en la columna vertebral.Conocía esa mirada.La última vez que la tuvo, una familia entera terminó en los pilares de hormigón del nuevo puente sobre el río Riverton.—Córtale la lengua —dijo mi madre con voz monótona—. Se nota que no sabe usarla.Un hombre de negro sacó un cuchillo. El acero destelló. Él dio un paso adelante.—Espera, madre.Extendí la mano, deteniendo la hoja.Mi madre se giró hacia mí; el hielo de sus ojos se derritió en confusión.—¿Qué pasa, Seraphina? ¿Un cambio de opinión?—No —negué con la cabeza, con una sonrisa cruel en los labios—. Si le cortas la lengua, no podrá mendigar piedad. ¿Qué tiene de divertido? Basura como esta merece que la mantengan viva, solo para sentir lo que es vivir un infierno.Me acerqué a Marco, que ahora temblaba por sus propias amenazas. —Llévenlos —les dije a los hombres que me rodeaban—. A la celda inundada debajo de la finca. Ya que quiere tanto a esa stripper, métanla ahí con é
Miré la pistola en su mano.Pesada. Fría. Olía a aceite de armas.Un solo apretón del gatillo y todo habría terminado.Pero negué con la cabeza.—Demasiado fácil para ellos —dije en voz baja—. La muerte es una misericordia. Y yo no me siento misericordiosa.Aparté la pistola y caminé hacia la vitrina rota.Bianca era un completo desastre de lloriqueos, sangre y mocos, tirada en el suelo como un perro callejero con la columna rota.Me vio venir y retrocedió a trompicones, con miedo real finalmente en sus ojos.—No... por favor, no... —murmuró.Me agaché y recogí el abrecartas de plata del suelo.Mi sangre todavía estaba en él. Caliente. Roja.—¿Dijiste algo sobre tallarme la cara?Jugueteé con la hoja, dejando que la luz iluminara su filo, y luego levanté la mano de golpe.¡CRACK! Un revés, fuerte, en el lado sano de su cara.¡CRACK!Otro más.Le devolví la humillación.Multiplicada por diez.Bianca estaba demasiado aturdida para siquiera gritar.—Esto —dije—, es pa
Resonó el rugido de los motores afuera.No un solo auto. Una caravana.Escalades con los cristales polarizados, una tras otra, deteniéndose en la acera.Las puertas se abrieron al unísono. Veinte hombres con trajes negros salieron en tropel.Se movían como uno solo. Un jodido ejército entrenado.
Me giré para irme.Un segundo más mirando esa basura habría sido un insulto para mis propios ojos.—¡Alto!La voz estridente de Bianca cortó el aire detrás de mí.Con Marco allí, su coraje se había convertido en estupidez.Se abalanzó sobre mí, sus largas uñas incrustadas de diamantes apuntando
El aire estaba cargado de tensión.Bianca seguía esperando a que me arrodillara.Miré sus polvorientos tacones y solté una risita.—Hay un viejo dicho siciliano —dije, cambiando a un dialecto siciliano impecable, con un tono suave pero cargado de veneno—. «Puedes pintarte los labios a un cerdo, p
Vine aquí a comprarle un regalo a mi prometido, al que nunca había conocido. En cambio, su amante me lo robó justo frente a mis narices, y ambos intentaron de pisotearme en el suelo. Así que les declaré la guerra.***En cuanto mi avión aterrizó en Riverton, fui directo a la joyería más cara de la












Bienvenido a Goodnovel mundo de ficción. Si te gusta esta novela, o eres un idealista con la esperanza de explorar un mundo perfecto y convertirte en un autor de novelas originales en online para aumentar los ingresos, puedes unirte a nuestra familia para leer o crear varios tipos de libros, como la novela romántica, la novela épica, la novela de hombres lobo, la novela de fantasía, la novela de historia , etc. Si eres un lector, puedes selecionar las novelas de alta calidad aquí. Si eres un autor, puedes insipirarte para crear obras más brillantes, además, tus obras en nuestra plataforma llamarán más la atención y ganarán más los lectores.
المراجعات