The Alpha Who Killed My Mate

Anne's POVThe first time I saw blood on my wedding dress, I thought someone had spilled red wine.I was wrong.But that was later.For now, I stood before the altar of Silvermoon Cathedral, staring at the man I was about to marry, convinced that nothing in the world could ruin this day.Adrian Vale smiled at me."You're staring," he whispered."Maybe I'm having second thoughts."His smile disappeared.I lasted two seconds before laughing."Look at your face! You should have seen yourself.""That's cruel, Anne." He pressed a hand to his chest. "On our wedding day, too.""You'll survive.""Will I? I'm beginning to think marrying you is more dangerous than fighting an enemy Alpha."I grinned. "You should have thought of that before proposing."He shook his head, but his eyes softened as he took my hands."There's nowhere else I'd rather be."For a moment, the noise of the gathering faded. I looked at Adrian, at the familiar curve of his smile and the warmth in his eyes, and felt the las

Anne's POVBy the time we reached Blackthorn territory, I had stopped crying.Not because my pain had lessened.I simply had nothing left to give it.My eyes burned, my throat felt raw, and every movement reminded me of the struggle I had put up since leaving the cathedral. The white wedding dress that had taken my mother weeks to choose was torn at the hem and stained with dirt. Someone had thrown a black coat over my shoulders, but I refused to wear it properly.I wanted to feel the cold.I wanted something to hurt that wasn't my heart.The vehicle slowed as we approached an enormous iron gate. Two stone wolves stood on either side of the entrance, their eyes carved into permanent snarls. Beyond them, a high wall stretched into the mist, protecting the territory of the most feared pack in the kingdom.Blackthorn.My new prison.The gate opened, and the vehicle passed through.I watched the guards stationed along the road. Some carried rifles; others wore swords at their waists. Blac

Anne's POV “By order of the Alpha King, open up.” The command came again. I folded my mother's message and slipped it beneath the lining of my wedding dress, which lay crumpled beside the wardrobe. Then I closed the jewellery box and pushed it beneath a pillow. If someone was searching my room, I couldn't let them discover what my mother had hidden. I opened the door. A guard stood outside with another warrior behind him. Both wore the black uniform of the Blackthorn pack, silver insignias fastened to their chests. “The Alpha King requests your presence in his study,” the first guard said. “Requests?” His expression remained blank. “You are to come with us immediately.” “How generous of him.” Neither man responded. I glanced down the corridor, measuring the distance to the staircase. After my earlier escape attempt, the guards would be expecting me to run. I had no intention of giving them another opportunity to drag me back. I walked between them with my chin