All Chapters of I Woke Up Engaged To An Alpha: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

SIGRUNCold. That was the first thing I became aware of. It slipped beneath my collar and bit at my cheeks until consciousness clawed its way to the surface. I frowned and burrowed deeper into whatever warm thing I was leaning against. The warm thing rumbled. My eyes snapped open. For one disorienting second I had no idea where I was. Then I felt the horse beneath me and the arms cocooning me, and memory came back all at once. Oh God. I had fallen asleep on him. I sat up so abruptly the horse neighed in protest. Varul's hand settled immediately at my waist. "Careful." The cold hit me properly then. I sucked in a sharp breath. My breath fogged in front of me. The air felt sharper. Older. Like it had been here long before people and intended to remain long after. I looked up. The trees had changed. Ancient things, their trunks black and thick as houses, draped in dark moss. The road climbed steeply through rocky terrain veined with ice. And then the woo

VARULThe moment the dining hall doors closed behind me, the scent of my wife became fainter.I disliked that immediately."This had better be fucking good, Darren," I said.I was in a foul mood.Not least because I had been seconds away from carrying my wife upstairs and locking the world outside my chambers when he had appeared.I had briefly considered the pros of having his neck on a guillotine for cock-blocking, until he had telepathically communicated the word Death to me.As members of the same pack, we operated with a hive mind that was only activated when it was necessary."It is, Alpha," he said solemnly. "I would not have intruded on your dinner otherwise.""Details," I said.He matched my large strides as we moved through the corridor."Two scouts returned from Linewatch. Both are barely alive. We have sent for Orasmus the healer."My jaw tightened. Sending for the healer meant it was bad.The fortress around us remained quiet. Most of the household was rounding up for the

SIGRUNThe morning air carried a sharp bite that made my nose tingle as I stepped out into the courtyard.A stable hand was already waiting beside my mare.The sight of her immediately improved my mood. Never thought there’d come a day where I missed a horse, but here we were. She lifted her head the moment she spotted me, ears perking forward, and nudged my shoulder as I approached.“Someone missed me.”Her warm breath puffed against my cheek.I scratched the white patch between her eyes and frowned thoughtfully.“I need a name for you.”Something that didn’t sound like I had stolen it from a children’s storybook.Unfortunately, my imagination had failed me completely.“Maybe it’ll come to me eventually.”A throat cleared behind me.I turned and immediately remembered that I wasn’t simply riding into town by myself.Two enormous men stood several feet away. Each sat atop a massive black horse with a wolf banner inscribed in silver. The wolves were identical to the one on my pendant.

SIGRUNI blinked at his tone. Uh, excuse me?"I...beg your pardon?" I asked, narrowing my eyes at him. We were practically at the center of the courtyard, and he was raising his voice at me when he was the one who left? Yeah, I didn't think so. He leaned into me and repeated, "I said, where the fuck are you coming from?" For a second, I just stared at him. The audacity. The absolute, breathtaking audacity of this man who had brought a new wife to his home and promptly disappeared for seven days without a single word to her. Then he suddenly materialized back home, and somehow I was the one being interrogated?Alpha or not, I didn't care. Where I came from, respect was an important part of any relationship. Especially marriage. The fact that I wasn't from here didn't mean I had to stroke his male ego. I snorted. It was void of humor. "That's amusing. That's really amusing."His jaw tightened. "What is amusing?""The fact that you're standing here demanding answers from me when yo

SIGRUN I had been in the North for long enough to accept that giant wolves existed, but not long enough to stop mentally screaming about it. And tonight, apparently, I was meeting the people who helped govern them. No pressure. Absolutely none. I stared at my reflection for what had to be the fiftieth time. The woman staring back at me looked nothing like the Sigrún I knew. Rita had transformed me into a person who looked as though she belonged in a fantasy movie with an unnecessarily large budget. The dress was deep blue velvet, soft beneath my fingers and embroidered with silver threads that shimmered like frost. My hair had been braided back from my face with tiny silver pins worked into it. I looked expensive. But dressing like royalty and being royalty were two very different things. And if there was one thing I had learned since arriving in this world, it was that the North took its titles very seriously. A knock sounded at the door. My stomach immediately attempted to mi