All Chapters of THE ALPHA DON'S INCOMPETENT SUBSTITUTE WIFE : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

‎Cleopatra's POV ‎ ‎“Substitute bride” till date I thought that was a myth, just part of another fairy tale. ‎Except! this isn't a fairy tale, it's real life, and I am the substitute. ‎The one he never wanted but was tricked into marrying. I never wanted this for myself, marrying a man who doesn't even know my name. But at last that's the fate I'm forced into, because my perfect twin sister, Caitlin Montess decided it was okay to eloped with our shared mate, the alpha prince, Nickson of the Rare wolf pack. ‎ ‎Today should have been Caitlin's wedding day, but she chose to be selfish, running away with the only man who accepted me. And now, I am forced to marry Lorenzo in exchange for the loan my parents took for her kidney transplant. ‎ ‎“Caitlin Montess do you take Lorenzo Quavas to be your lawfully wedded husband?" The priest's voice echoed through the elaborate wedding hall, an innocent smile plastered on his face. ‎ ‎My heart skipped a beat. How was I supposed to answer t

‎LORENZO'S POV ‎ ‎I leaned back in my chair, glancing intently at the portrait of Caitlin on my wall, a glass of whiskey in my hand as I reminisced on the feeling of her soft lips against mine, and the taste of her sweet rosy skin. ‎And there said money couldn't buy everything, but see I bought the perfect wife without breaking a sweat, no love required here. ‎Caitlin is really something else, abandoning me on our wedding night in the pretense of being on her period. Damn! four months, and she still dared to keep me hanging. ‎Caitlin! Caitlin! Caitlin! You really are something else. You constantly make me bend to your will without doing much. You dare to command the great Lorenzo Quavas without saying a word. ‎ ‎“Mi Cielo once more you have stolen all of my attention and there will be consequences,” I said to myself, as I made my way to the portrait on the wall, rolling my hand along it's edges. “I will bang you so hard, you wouldn't be able to move for days. I will so ruin sex

‎CLEOPATRA'S POV ‎‎I pace back and forth in my room, trying to decide on the best plan of action.‎“Fish or Beef?" I asked myself. For the pass 20 minutes, I am still unable to decide on the best choice for breakfast.‎Tea, and bread will be ideal for this rich folks. But that wouldn't be sufficient for me, I want something heavy that would keep my mind off food for a while.‎“I can't decide," I grumbled to myself, as I fell on my bed.‎“Daisy aren't you going to decide. We are stuck here, we might as well enjoy our husband's money,” I informed my wolf via mind link.‎“Anything is fine, as long as you find me something to eat this night, before I die of hunger,” Daisy said as always. She is always hungry, but I am the one who gets called a glutton.‎‎“Look Daisy I can't just go around stealing food. We just got here, what if someone sees us?" I explained with great difficulty, but she was way too famished to see reasons.‎“Who cares? your husband owns this house. So it's yours too

‎CLEOPATRA'S POV ‎‎“How do I look Mr Dante?" I questioned, doing a 360° turn in the kitchen in a bit to flaunt my chef wear to the mansion's chef. ‎“You look totally devine Luna," He confessed, circling me with a confused frown, “Just one question, was it necessary to wear a fake moustache?"‎“Totally! all the big chefs wear it," I said with a smile, rolling my hand over the fake moustache. ‎In all the Italian movies I have watched before I noticed that the chefs always have one thing in common, a fake moustache, implying there must be some secret in this moustaches, and I must find out.‎“No, they don't" He tried lieing, but I saw right through those lies. ‎“But you're wearing one” I said, and he froze. ‎“I am not. These are my actual ones. your eyes must be deceiving you” He debunked my accusations, as he casually rubbed his beard. His tone firm underneath his lies.‎“Ok, let's see how true that is" I voiced approaching him, in an attempt to rip off the moustache but he scramb

‎CLEOPATRA'S POV ‎‎I walked into the kitchen, eager to learn something new, the Italian fried rice and chicken casserole Mom Velma spoke of. I might have been fortunate enough to have escaped death today, but I am not eager to go down that same path. ‎‎“Here you go,” Dante voiced, pulling me out of my daze, as he offered a tiny pink apron. ‎“What's that?" I asked, unwilling to touch it, as a knot twisted in my stomach. Everyone knew colourful clothing made my stomach turn. ‎“Your apron ma'am. Is it not to your liking. Alpha Lorenzo told us pink was your favorite color,” Dante explained, his brown arched. I knew it, Lorenzo had to be responsible for this. ‎What a creep, monitoring my sister like some pervy shadow. ‎‎“Hand in over Dante,” I commanded, and he immediately obliged.‎Letting out a deep breathe, I willed myself to put on the colourful disaster. ‎“You look amazing Luna," He complimented and I felt like puking but stopped myself.‎“Whatever! Just come help me tie thi