The Alpha's Forgotten Bride

Isla’s Pov “Don't embarrass me at the party we are going to, Isla. I won't tolerate any mistakes from you, got that?” Lucien, my husband and Alpha of Red Ridge Pack, stood behind me, staring at my reflection in the mirror with such hatred that I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me. “O… Of course.” I stammered. Without another word, Lucien turned around, and went downstairs. My heart was beating so fast that I thought I had just finished running a race. For three weeks now, Lucien had been on edge. Why? My younger sister, Arielle, had gone missing. No matter how many people had been deployed to find her, she still hasn't been found. And on top of that, Lucien still had to attend the charity ball with me. I bit my lips as I walked downstairs slowly. Lucien had never liked me, in fact, he was forced to get married to me and I knew that. The person he truly loved was my younger sister, however, she had gone abroad months before Lucien and I got married. As the wedding had alre

Isla's Pov “W… What? The long lost daughter of the… Arielle, you don't need to lie about things like these. If you want to hate me, then hate me, bringing up stories just because you want me to…” “I wish I was joking as well!” Arielle suddenly screamed, her eyes wide and pupils shaking, “I wish it wasn't true, but it is. Why do you think mother never liked you? Why do you think some of the elders looked at you like they wanted to snatch you away. Why do you think Lucien hated you? That he wanted to get rid of you so badly? It wasn't because of the fact that you married him in my place, it was because of your identity. You were meant to be above him, and in the position that you were in, below him and pining after him despite your authority, he didn't want that taken away from him. He loved the fact that you were a nobody!” Arielle confessed, the corner of her lips tremblingly. “He… So… All these months, he hated me for something I didn't even know about? He treated me so badly beca

Chapter 5Killian's POVThe amusement, shock, and fear on her face when she realized who I was… it stirred something in me I hadn’t felt in years. Maybe ever.Amusement curled at the edge of my lips.The moment her desperate whisper floated up from the river, begging anyone, even the devil himself, for vengeance and life, it called to me. Pulled me like a predator to a wounded doe.But Isla isn't any prey, she was mine.Even now, cradling her against me, the need to protect her warred with the urge to claim her fully.I studied her now, fragile and trembling against me, yet defiant even in her pain. Her long black hair, tangled and matted, shimmered faintly with streaks of grey, evidence of suffering far beyond her years. I hadn't pieced her whole story together yet, but I'd tasked Liam, my Beta and second in command to find out why the fates almost let my mate die alone in the woods.Her eyes, goddess, those eyes. The most captivating shade of silver I'd ever seen. Even clouded by fe

Isla’s POV The words still echoed as Killian leaned back, that maddening smirk curving his lips. “Good… I wouldn’t trust me either.” I swallowed hard, my heart pounding despite every warning screaming in my head. He didn’t say it like a threat. No, there was something… else. Something that crawled under my skin, curled low in my stomach, dangerous, commanding, and yet, borderline teasing. The way his voice dipped, rough, smoky, it wasn’t entirely innocent. I let down another gulp, my eyes trailing over him before I could stop myself. His scent hit me next, wild pine, smoke, faint spice that curled low in my stomach, frustratingly intoxicating. The man radiated power from every inch of his tall frame, and the fact that his shirt remained unbuttoned, exposing the hard lines of his chest and the black ink curling along his golden-brown skin. The rumors about his god-like

Isla’s POV“You slapped me?” I whispered, stunned as my fingers slowly rose to my cheek. The sting was still hot, but it was nothing compared to the sudden wave of fury and disbelief bubbling in my chest.The woman in front of me, tall, stunning, and radiating elegance like some wealthy model, looked down her nose at me. Her perfume was a suffocating blend of Jasmine and cold mint, and her ivory dress was too perfect for someone so casually cruel. She wasn’t dressed for an office; she was dressed like she belonged somewhere far above the rest of us."You're a rude bitch to ask that question right after dumping that disgusting mess on me," she said, her voice smooth as silk wrapped around a blade. "You should be apologizing, not running your mouth.”I blinked, momentarily speechless, as I slowly lowered my hand from my face. So much for a smooth first day. Deep down, I’d known it wouldn’t be, not after the way Melisa, Alpha Killian’s former secretary, had looked at me when he dismissed