The Human Bound to The Alpha Prince

"Dad, I don't want to get married", Elara practically yelled in front of her father who was too busy to be even bothered by her complaints, too much caught up in his files and materialistic world. "You don't have any choice Elara, you have to marry him, he is the only one who can save my collapsing company", Cedric, Elara's father let out sternly. "I don't fucking care, I was not the one who told you to waste the company's money on that gambling shit and now when you can't pay the debt you are forcing me into this unwanted marriage, how cruel father you are"?? Elara yelled with fire in her eyes. "Ohh shut up, if I was that cruel I wouldn't have let you pursue your dreams and passion l ", Cedric said shutting down his laptop. Elara sarcastically chuckled and said, "Oh please, Do you think of me as a fool??? I know Grandpa forced you to support me, if it wasn't for him you would've forcefully made me the CEO of the company of my grandpa, you actually ruined the company, grandpa knew

Elara gets pulled into the book, not gently but violently. The world spins, her body feels like it's breaking apart. Cold air hits her skin as she falls on the rough surface being unconscious. Darkness swallowed her whole. Then a sound. The distant rush of water echoed in Elara's ear, pulling her back. A sharp groan escaped her lips as she clutched her head tightly. Forcing herself upright only to slip on the wet rocks beneath her. She fell again. A hiss left her as a pain shot through her arm. Mud clung to her skin, and a deep scratch on her lower arm oozed blood. Carefully she touched it, wincing. Her oversized cardigan was damp and dirty, clinging uncomfortably to her as she pushed herself up. Her breath came uneven. Elara looked around. A waterfall cascaded nearby, its beauty almost unreal. But the forest surrounding it felt wrong. Too quiet. Too still. Mesmerizing and yet mesmerizing enough to make her chest tighten. How did I get here?? Her thoughts scramb

The King of the Nightfang Pack, Ragnar Blackwood, Lucien’s father, finally exhaled a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. Even as a king, he still found himself unsettled by his son’s rage. He knew that if anything happened to the strange girl, his son’s mate, everyone in the throne room would face the wrath of the True-Blooded Alpha Prince. “My King… that girl.... s-she is Lucien’s mate, but she doesn’t have a wolf’s scent,” said Queen Vivienne Blackwood, Lucien’s stepmother, her voice trembling. Ragnar stiffened at her words. He, too, had failed to detect any scent from the girl. “It doesn’t matter whether she carries a wolf’s scent or not. She is our soon-to-be Luna. Thank the Moon Goddess for sending her into my brother’s life,” Lyra, the princess and Lucien’s stepsister, said excitedly. “She is beautiful, ethereal and on top of that, such a skilled fighter. She is fit to be the future queen. Lucien and she look as though they were made for each other.” “I’m going

Birds chirped as the Wolf’s Den slowly filled with golden sunlight. The rays slipped through the tall windows, the curtains swaying gently with the morning breeze, and Elara stirred awake.Lucien had been staring at her without blinking. The moment her lashes fluttered, he shut his eyes, forcing his breathing to even out.Creepy? Nah.Enchanted by his mate? Absolutely.Elara pushed herself up, hoping she would wake in her own room, but instead she was met with a black ceiling crowned with a gleaming chandelier. She dragged a hand through her hair in frustration.Mom was right… we shouldn’t take things from strangers.She looked down at herself, more like inspected. Her wounds were gone. Completely healed. Not even a faint mark remained."This is surprising… but not more than me teleporting… or getting consumed by a book… time traveling… whatever this is," Elara mumbled under her breath.Her gaze drifted to the man asleep on the couch before her. He looked calm, completely at ease, th

The massive doors of the throne room opened.Conversations died instantly.Every gaze shifted toward her. Nobles straightened. Servants lowered their heads, though not before stealing curious glances. The air thickened with unspoken thoughts. She didn’t need to hear them to understand.Lucien's mate.The human girl.The one the king nearly punished.Elara resisted the urge to shrink back. Her palms grew cold, but she forced herself to walk steadily.Then Lucien moved beside her.His presence was calm, composed, but deliberate. He walked half a step closer, subtly placing himself between her and the crowd. The murmurs that had begun to rise instantly died. No one dared whisper when he was near.They stopped before the throne.Ragnar sat upright, his expression unreadable. Lyra moved gracefully to her seat near the queen's empty throne, her eyes flickering between the king and Elara with quiet interest."You asked for her presence, Your Majesty?" Lucien spoke evenly, though authority t