Lahat ng Kabanata ng I Woke Up Engaged To An Alpha: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

“Arghhhhh! Stay away from me, you perverts!” I scrambled to my knees on the bed (come to think of it, it was a really soft bed. The strangeness of it registered somewhere in my mind but I was far too occupied at the moment to think too much of it), and eyed the two (frightened?) women fearfully. “Oh, thank gods, yer awake, Sigrùn!” said one of them. She was a middle-aged woman with wild, tawny hair. I got a feeling she had a tough time taming all that hair because it was all over the place. Her eyes–which watched me fearfully–were deep set and brown. Her startled face quickly turned into a stern frown. “An’ what was all that screaming about? Ye almost gave us a fright, yer highness!” said the second lady. The first thing I noticed about her were her freckles–they were too many to miss. They covered most her face and neck, and there was a generous dusting across her little pixie nose. Her large dark blue eyes were equally widened in fear. Her brown hair which was knotted i

Conny and Rita were staring at me strangely. Apparently, this was something I was supposed to know already. Except that I didn’t. Then it all clicked. “A wolf? L-like a werewolf? My betrothed is a werewolf?” I whispered, mostly out of shock. Then I felt the laughter bubbling at the base of my throat, and when it surfaced, I was helpless to stop it. Loud and long, I laughed like a lunatic. “I’m…engaged…to…a…werewolf…”, I heaved between laughs. Oh my goodness. This was just too precious. There was no freaking way. This had to be a dream. There was no way this was real life. Eva would laugh her ass off when I told her about this dream. I should probably power down on the number of fantasy movies I watched. “Yea, yer highness. What is wrong?” At some point, Rita had left my hair to come and stand with Conny at the base of the bath. There was a mixture of annoyance and concern on her face. She was probably concerned that I’d lost my mind with the way I was laughing. I couldn’t bla

Affecting a posture of regret, I bowed briefly. “I'm sorry for running away. I will make sure that doesn't happen again…” I couldn't help but add, “In the foreseeable future…Mother.” The queen narrowed her eyes at me, but she seemed to be satisfied with my reply because she raised her chin and nodded once. “Good. Now I'll leave you to get prepared for the wedding. I have received your groom's missive. The Pack is on its way here. Need I remind you why this union is important?” Of course I had no idea why the marriage so desperately had to take place, but I had a feeling that saying so would be a bad call. So I did the wise thing: I shook my head and said gravely, “No. I understand.” The queen nodded stiffly and turned to walk out of the room, taking her iciness with her. No jokes, as soon as the woman was gone, I could feel warmth begin to seep back into the room. “Oh, goodness me! The queen terrifies me so much!” Conny said, pressing a palm to her heart. Rita gave her a c

The distant thunder of hooves was what pulled me out of my thoughts. The sound built gradually, rolling in from somewhere beyond the high stone walls like approaching weather. Rhythmic. Heavy. A lot of it. Conny, who had been fussing with something in the wooden chest behind me, froze. Then she scrambled to the window so fast that she nearly took out a candle stand. "Rita," she hissed, plastering herself to the side of the window frame and peering out at an angle in a way that looked both urgent and completely unhinged. "Rita. Rita." "I heard it," Rita said tightly, already crossing the room. "Is it—" "Aye." Conny made a sound that I could only describe as a squeak getting into a fistfight with a gasp. Her hand flew to her chest. "Oh gods. Oh gods, they're here." They're here. Something cold ran a slow lap around my ribcage. I was out of the chair before I'd made the conscious decision to stand. "Let me see," I said, already moving toward the window. "Yer highness—" Rita s

Right. Okay. What do I say? I’d stopped listening a while ago, and it had a lot to do with the fact that the elder wasn’t speaking English. The quietness in the hall gave way to low murmurs. Behind us, I could hear a few silent coughs. Varul–-who, by the way, had not said a single word to me since I walked down the aisle with two stoic guards flanking me on both sides—shifted a little on his feet. It was the most…human movement I’d noticed from him. I pulled myself upright — or as upright as the corset allowed, which was extremely upright, it did have that going for it — and delivered what I hoped was the appropriate response to whatever had just been said, with the confidence of someone who absolutely knew what they were doing. "Ai eth vareth, sol em brandur," I said. I had no idea what that meant. I had constructed it phonetically from half the syllables I'd managed to catch in the last several minutes, and the rest was frankly invented. But I said it with complete conviction