The Tyrant Alpha’s Bride

A great terror rules these lands, a terror by the name of Lennox Steele, Son of late Alpha Steele, Alpha to the Dark moon pack. After usurping his father’s throne at the age of 15, he became a tyrant that all men feared. The young master took it upon himself to waste these lands and kill ehatever stood in his way. His mother was banished from the pack for infedelitu, sent to roam the earth as a weeping woman. When he was 18, the moon goddess blessed him with a mate, who he saw as a weakness, so he killed her. A punishment was brought about him, to never know peace all his days, until he finds a second chance. The only issue is that Lennox thrived in his punishment, he made ruins of several packs who didn’t meet his expectations and tonight, he has reached our doorstep.My name is Camilla Easton, Daughter of Alpha Easton of the Blue ridge pack and I just turned eighteen. With the plague of Alpha Lennox, a girl child has been mostly desired among these lands. Each pack is to pre

Lennox pov: Another pack, another victory. It’s no more an hassle for me to conquer a pack anymore. After 15 victories, most don’t even fight anymore. I have laid waste of half of the pack, houses set on fire, bodies scattered on the ground like sand. At first I used to enjoy, the thrill of seeing men wait nights for my attack, thinking that they would be the ones to conquer me. Letters from Alpha’s asking me to surrender or they would finish me off. All that was before the curse, ah, the curse, one of the reason why I roam around from pack to pack. After the death of my beloved mate who I had no desire for, I was cursed to never know peace. Has any man ever known peace? It started with packs sending their girls over to me to choose as my bride for the sake of peace, but when they realized I was looking for one particular girl, it became worrisome. TIL this day, I search for her, a piece of me that the moon goddess claimed would give me peace. The piece that would mak

Camilla Pov I am in seated in front of a mirror, Alpha Lennox wasn’t joking when he said there was going to be a wedding. It hadn’t been up to 24 hrs since we arrived and the preparations began. I am almost certain he is not eager to wed me, but here we are. There are about five girls in the room helping me with my hair, dress and make-up. The girl in front of me picked the silver eyeshadow, claiming it matched with my broach. “I want the dark one” I insisted. “But Luna, The Alpha instructed no harsh tone” she objected. I don’t care what Lennox wants, I have no say in what he wears, so why would he have a say in mine. Perhaps this would serve as an act of defiance to him. “I want the black one” I repeated. She let out a sigh but did as I said. The two girls behind her stared at me through the mirror, I could tell they don’t approve of my choice. My wedding is adorned beautifully with feather and diamonds that glitter, Lennox definitely had good taste in the fine

Camilla POV:I woke up to the sound of birds chirping on the beautiful tree outside, my cheeks stained with tears from last night. I never thought life would be so cruel to me that I would find my mate on my wedding day to the man I hated the most. I was broken and hurt in ways I can’t even name.When I saw him, I fought all restraints to run to him, a moment I had waited for all my life, to be with my mate instead the monster I was married to.It should have been him, it should have been my mate who I said my vows to. Still it wasn’t. Lennox had the decency of not touching me last night, not because he cared about my feelings. He didn’t. He never will.He just needed me to be ready for him in his own way, by his time and under his rules.As if I would ever be ready for him. The bathroom door swings open. I jolt, almost screaming with my whole body locking in fear.And then he steps out.Lennox.He had the white towel low on his hips, water still dripping from his skin. His hair we

The room stayed quiet long after Lilith left.Too quiet.I sat there in front of the mirror, staring at myself while the girls cleaned up around me. Brushes. Oils. Silk fabrics. All these pretty things meant to make me look soft for a monster.One of the girls folded the robe neatly while another avoided looking at me completely. They were scared. Not of me. Of him. Everyone here feared him. The walls feared him. The air feared him.“Does he always do this?” I finally asked, my voice low.The girls paused.“Do what?” the smaller one whispered carefully.“Break people.”Neither of them answered.That was answer enough.I looked back at my reflection. My lips still red from his kiss. My neck still warm where his fingers held me. I hated that my body remembered him. Hated that my heart betrayed me every time he came close.Mate.The word made me sick now.Not because of Lennox.Because of the other one.The man dragged across the floor while screaming for me. My real mate. The pain in hi