Lahat ng Kabanata ng Alpha’s Unexpected Bride : Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

Alpha Atticus In moments like this I hate not being able to mindlink Viviane. We never got the chance to claim each other and now we don’t share a tether connection. It’s hard to see her using all her energy and I can’t stand that my wolf can’t help her carry the burden. A rejection took place and technically we are no longer mates, but in my heart, she is the only woman I want and I’ll do anything to have her again. I’ll bargain with the devil himself if I have to. I would go to the end of the world if it is what it takes to keep her away from harm. Viviane is my soulmate and nothing can’t change that, not even the rejection of the bond. Though I’m focusing on her, my eyes are scanning my surroundings for any sign of an attack. Could I be imagining things, though? The mere sight in front of me is out of this world. I have never seen a manifestation of such power before. Viviane’s hands are glowing a bright white light and she has her hands firmly clasped to the side of Phillip’s h

Viviane POV I remember the chaos erupting around us when Atticus came through the blasted doors. Pews went flying in the air, loose leaves mingled with the white doves that we were going to set free as a symbol of our union once we were done with the ceremony. I was dumbfounded to say the least, my heart did a somersault in my chest, “He came for us,” Harmony said excitedly in my head. “Yes, our mate kept his promise.” I certainly did not expect to see him of all people and what hurt me the most was that he saw me getting married to another man, or worse, none other than his enemy. I wanted to cry happy tears for seeing him again, our own wedding was scheduled to take place next week. My eyes lit the moment our gazes met, an urge to run to his arms surged through me like a bolt of lightning but I stood rooted beside Philip, refraining to do so as Atticus shook his head signaling me not to do anything. It all happened so fast, Atticus and Philip exchanged hard words, threatening

Viviane POV On our way here, I looked up to the sky, hews of orange and yellow were painting the horizon as the sun finally set. Is my favorite moment of the day. This date is special because it is the longest day of the year and is not over for us yet. We still have a ceremony to prepare for, we are expected to attend the Litha festivities and Atticus will also be inducting me to the pack. The party should be in full swing by now, I saw from the helicopter the pyres getting lit and from the inside of the mansion I can hear music and laughter. I’m grateful people from the pack are getting a chance to have a good time after the recent loss and the hard work reconstructing their lives. I was overwhelmed by the little welcoming party reception but I was more eager to take a bath or at least a quick shower. I know I must stink but he seems unfazed by my body odor, is that why I’m wearing his sporting clothes instead of my wedding gown? I want to ask him but I see no reason now that he

Alpha Atticus I close my eyes, I’m relishing in this moment with my future wife. I’m savoring every inch of her slender body. Tasting her, nipping her flesh, I kiss her in the crook of her neck where soon I’ll be leaving my mark. Viviane is like an addiction I can’t deny. Having her in my arms makes me the happiest man right now. I never imagined I would find my mate to be from another species and was living among the human high society of Andorra. All this time I thought I would end up with an Alpha female from another pack as a mate. “Argh.” I grunt as I thrust my way into her wet dripping cunt, “Who do you belong to, princess?” I know she belongs to me but I want to hear her say it anyway. I have my fingers tangled around her hair ready to tug it hard but I decide not to pull it this time, I just need to hold her in place. I’m standing in the middle of the bathroom with her arms coiled around my neck and legs tightly wrapped around my waist. She molds so perfectly into my b

Viviane POV Finally, after a quick shower, and with all that water we left running during our sex rendezvous, I hope I’m cleaned to be presentable. I don't want to go out there still smelling in my arousal and Atticus scent. As much as guests might get the idea of us being intimate, I don't want to give a bad impression going around smelling like a bitch in heat. But how could I resist my mate? He thinks he is the one dominating me but it is I who wants to be submitted to him. There is no way I would allow such treatment otherwise. He helps me dry off with white big and fluffy towels, he can be rough during intercourse but is a gentleman doing other things to take care of me. Atticus, my mate and soon to be pronounced husband, places a kiss on forehead, “Sweetheart, I must go ahead and talk to the crowd. You will meet me downstairs. The unmated females of the pack will escort you to my presence for this is part of the ceremony.” Atticus explains. “Atticus, I’m nervous. I have the n