Todos os capítulos de Game of hearts: The Ruthless Alpha and his warrior bride : Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

Celeste “You can't be serious, Father,” I said, staring at the seven-foot-tall man seated on his throne, disbelief and disapproval thick in my throat.I couldn't believe what I was hearing. No– I refused to accept it. It had to be one of his sick jokes. Taking me away from my soldiers right in the middle of a war for this? That was too cruel, even for him.He ran his hands through his greying hair, his heavy brows knitted together in distress. Even he knew how ridiculous, how vile this was.“Unfortunately, child,” He sighed. “I am. This is the only way,” he said, his eyes pleading with me to understand, but how could I? His words made no sense.I turned to my mother, desperate for help.She was trying and failing to hold back tears.“Mother, this is a joke, right?” I asked, stepping towards her, hoping for her next words to be “Yes.”She shook her head to my dismay.A dry, humorless laugh escaped me. This was a bad dream. It had to be. In reality, I was still on the Frontlines

Celeste. “You look beautiful, my lady,” the seamstress fitting me into my wedding gown exclaimed. I said nothing in response, not because I didn't think it was true but because I didn't care. This wasn't a wedding; it was a humiliation ritual. The great General Celeste was reduced to nothing but the bride of her enemy. I was burning in my soul. I wanted to stop this wedding, anything I could do, but I knew it was a waste of my time. Stop whining and do it. We have a plan, we'll execute it.. My wolf, Silver said. She was right, throwing myself a pity party was just as pathetic as marrying Edgar, but at least I could control one of these scenarios. I stared at the golden ball gown. I truly looked magnificent, and that was what irritated me. Was I going to give him the satisfaction of seeing me at my best? I couldn't. “All done, Your Grace,” The seamstress announced, her cheeks red with excitement. She looked happier than I, which annoyed me even more. She was but

CelesteThe blade pierced through Edgar’s skin but before it could drive it all the way through, rough hands seized me and pulled me back.“Unhand me.” I spat, my heart racing like I had swallowed a drum. My eyes blazed with anger and hate as I glared at the king.The smug smile across his face did nothing to quench my hate and anger towards him. I could practically feel my blood boil and curl through the blood vessel.It was unlike me to yell except when in battle with my men but something about Edgar inspired a ferocious distaste in my mouth.His smugness, his arrogance, his disregard burned my pride like acid.“Let her go.” His voice rang out, deep and commanding, silencing the room and shocking me.The guards froze. I saw confusion flicker on their faces as if they doubted their ears.“Your majesty?” One of them dared to ask.“I said unhand her, are you deat? That is your queen and you will treat her with respect.”If the guards could release me any faster, they would have. They

CELESTE The dining hall was grand complete with a mahogany table almost twenty feet long and chairs with intricate gold designs on either side of the table. At the head of the table sat Edgar, tall and proud, imposing and authoritative, commanding the room like it was an extension of himself. He was smiling at me. His warmness unnerved me and the nicer he was, the more antsy I was in his presence. He stood and walked towards me with powerful, deliberate strides, his gaze fixed on me like the rest of the room didn't exist. When he wasn’t talking, he was very striking. He had the kind of beauty that made the heart of simple women weep. My expression grew sour as he neared me. I wanted to wipe that look off his face with my fist, but I needed to be reminded that I was in a palace now not the battle field. “So glad you could make it, wife” he winked, taking my hand and kissing the back like he was some kind of loving and caring gentleman when in reality, he was a typical king wi

Celeste Three hours later, Sylvester led me towards the throne room where Edgar was waiting patiently for me. “You look lovely, Your Grace.” Sylvester said.as he led me down the hall. I stared at the tall silver-head wolf. Something about him wasn't right but I couldn't put my finger on it. All I knew was I didn't trust him. “You don't have to flatten me, you won't be getting any information out of me to feed your king.” His eyes widened, not expecting that response at all. “I…” “Save it. I know why Edgar sent you. Let him know it is a complete waste of time and whatever you think you know will be a lie I fabricated to lure you from the truth. Am I clear?” He blinked, his cheeks turning red. “Please do not scare the poor servant, your highness.” A familiar aggravating voice came from ahead. Maverick. He was dressed in a white tunic and brown cape draped over his shoulder. “I'll take it from here, Sylv,” he said and the boy nodded and left. “Been a while.