The Alpha King’s bride

Last night I realized that I had no one at my side. I sat in his room and cried all night, he never bothered to send me a text, they never came back. No one cared to check up on me despite my sobs. I shown have known when mother decided that my wedding dress would be pink, I should have known when father kept me in my room while they decided what would happen at the wedding. There were so many signs but I was blinded, I couldn’t see. I thought that if I had one person beside me then it would be okay. He assured that he wanted me,I asked him several times if he wanted to be with me and he said yes. Why now? Why did they have to do this to me. “We are leaving in three minutes” Mother burst through the door, it wasn’t a choice to come to the wedding, it was an order. Elara had told them the truth, not one act of pity was laid upon me. My father walked up to me and told me to suck it up, “You should have known a long time ago that he wasn’t yours” he said. I stepped

“I’m not sure it’s good to see you Arnold” Tamlin spat with malicious intent. “It’s Alpha Arnold to you” The man corrected, his position upright as he stood right behind me. Tamlin let out a cruel laugh, trying too hard to sound like he was in control. “I hadn’t realized you were coronated,” he sneered. “I guess the invitation was lost in the pile of unimportant things we receive every day.” Aaron, standing at his side, echoed the laugh, but it was empty, forced. Nothing about this moment was amusing to this strange man. Instead, He pulled his right hand from his pocket, “Give the girl back to us” Aaron requested, his brows knotted with his lashes. Arnold didn’t move. Didn’t even acknowledge him. It was as if Aaron didn’t exist, as if he were no more than dust floating in the corner. Aaron’s face twisted with fury, lips curling back. He hated being ignored, hated being dismissed. His anger shook through his words. “Did you hear me?” he barked. “Give us the girl and

I watched everything unravel in a blur. Tamlin’s wolf, all silver-grey lunged at me with murderous intent. My breath causing my legs to be frozen to the floor, until a massive black wolf collided with him midair.The black wolf sank its teeth into Tamlin’s throat. I heard the rip of flesh, the choke of blood spilling and the whimper of pain that didn’t sound like him at all. It was the cry of something defeated.Tamlin’s grey wolf twisted, struggling, until the power drained from him. He stumbled back, body shivering, bones snapping as his form shifted. His Fur melted into skin and his Claws retracted into hands. And there he was, sprawled on the floor, blood streaming from the bite at his neck. His body twitched in a pool of red, gasping like he was drowning on land.The black wolf shifted too, until Arnold stood. Alpha Arnold. his eyes burning down at Tamlin as though his gaze alone could finish the job.He would have killed him, I could see it in the tension of his jaw, the stiffne

Alora’s POV“Touch her again,” he growled, his voice low, shaking the very walls, “and it will be the last thing you ever do.”My mother froze, her face pale, lips trembling. For once, her power over me broke. She tried to pull away, but Arnold didn’t release her immediately. He leaned in closer, his voice sharper.“I have fought Alphas for less than this,” he hissed. “If you weren’t her mother, your body would already be in the ground.”Her mouth opened, but no sound came out.Arnold finally released her wrist, shoving her hand aside. He stepped between us, his broad frame blocking me from her entirely, for the first time in my life, I saw my mother afraid.My father appeared in the doorway, his face tense. “What is going on here?”Arnold turned on him, his jaw tight, his voice a lash. “What is going on? I’ll tell you what’s going on. You raised a daughter you wished was dead. You let this girl grow up with nothing but hatred in her own home. I understand now why she ran. I understan

Tamlin’s POV:I woke to light that tasted like metal. The bandages at my neck were tight, the cotton damp in places where blood had seeped through. I lay there too long, listening to the hum of the infirmary machines, quiet footsteps, someone’s muffled cough.He had taken her from me. They had ripped her out of the life I’d built, the one where she belonged to me by blood and by bond. His wolf had struck me, ripped my throat and my pride, and then he had walked off carrying my mate like a prize. I pictured them on the porch: his hand on her, that easy tilt to his smile, the way he’d spoken her name as if it were a claim. I wanted to tear his tongue out.Humiliation tasted worse than i thought.“Tamlin.” My father’s voice caught me. He entered into the room, his eyes on me, the man who could iron a dozen problems with a look. He paused only long enough to glance at my wound before stepping close, eyes hard with disappointment I had learned to fear.“What were you thinking?” he asked i