All Chapters of The Alpha’s Forbidden Alpha: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

9.2 The words had not registered to Lunara yet because she crackled into a soft laugh, “were you that horny?” He looked at Lunara. She was beautiful and she knew it. There was no denying that. She was a slut. That was sure but he had no intentions of being faithful anyway. It would be a perfect marriage so long as she did not give him a bastard. “We're getting married,” Theron found that he had to repeat himself these days in order to be actually heard. Lunara had heard him the first time but she had convinced herself that he was joking or she had misheard. Because it was unbelievable. Why would Theron want to marry her? She had always dreamed that it was possible in a perfect world but she was not the kind of girl any noble man wanted for a wife. “Married?” she laughed. It was a beautiful sound and yet, it was Cæl’s angry voice that made him smile. “Theron,” she said playfully, her eyes twinkling with laughter, “you cannot joke about these things.” Theron was quiet but his sil

They exchanged glances, the faintest smirk tugging at one corner of the elder councilor’s mouth. “Because, Commander,” he said, leaning forward, “we have a plan. A way to ensure the pack’s survival… and the kingdom’s stability.”Mæra did not blink. “Go on.”She was annoyed at the fact that they kept stalling and talking in circles when they could just get straight to the point?“You will—” another councilor cut in, She remembered his face from the first day she had been here but she still didn’t know his name. “drug King Theron everyday. Keep him asleep, incapacitated, unable to join battle. He is not ready to lead and will get himself killed. He should remain a figurehead while we, the Council, handle the true responsibilities of command.”Mæra’s jaw clenched imperceptibly, though she made sure that her face betrayed nothing. Her mind raced as she realize that this was their game. They wanted Theron under their thumb, and they hoped to coerce her into becoming the instrument of their

Two Weeks LaterThe mating hall was too quiet for a ceremony meant to bind an Alpha to his chosen mate.Crescent moon pack was usually big on mating ceremonies, especially the ones meant for the alpha and his bride. Everyone from far and wide, no matter the district were welcome into the grand hall of Althara. The crowd usually overflowed, spilling into the streets. But this time around, it was only a quiet and small gathering. Nobles were the only ones that were privileged to attend, and of course the maids who had to serve. Lunara sat in the chamber outside just shortly after the part where she said I do. She left when they were supposed to be listening to the advice of elders, excusing herself but never returning back to the hall. The ceremony wasn’t the problem. She wished it could be put for another date. She had tried to let Theron know, but he had dismissed her. Now she was dying, uncomfortable and had cramps twisting every bit of her stomach.Her mood was sour, and even no

Chapter 13“Brilliant strategy, Commander Cæl. It is thanks to you that we have a bit of respite,” Elder Maverick was smiling from ear to ear as he praised the commander. Mæra however could not help the feeling that while this group of old men were all praising her, they were being dishonest about their feelings. They had hoped that the plan would fail. When she had suggested that they take a handful of soldiers to the battle front they had agreed readily to it. It was an insane idea even for her but she knew it would work. The other side would be dumbfounded, let down their guard and that would give them a fighting chance to over power them. “Who knew they would retreat, huh?” the Delta, Lord Hamish said with a broad smile. “Perhaps, we should give a toast to you, Commander Cæl for your excellent battle plan,” Theron said, a wide smile on his face as he clinked his glass so that everyone in the hall could join in on the toast. A toast was made and Mæra slipped through their mids

Chapter 15 Yule stayed in a corner throughout the course of the banquet watching Commander Cæl be his usual charming self without knowing it. He watched how the ladies swarmed him and all wanted to be in his bed but Cæl certainly had no idea what was going on on their minds because he gracefully ignored all the signs they were giving him. He watched as Cæl decided that he was tired for the night and walked out of the banquet alone. Yule was quick in following behind his master but he was stopped from leaving the banquet by a swarm of women—some noble, some ordinary. “You must tell us more about the commander,” judging from her looks, the lady that had spoken up was a noble. She was soft spoken and although she tried to tame the flame in her eyes, her eyes shone bright with curiousity. Yule smiled, uneasy about discussing Cæl. “there is nothing to tell.” “There is definitely an air of mystery about him, don't you think?” the woman goaded him for more information. “Like he is some