All Chapters of ALPHA SALFORD : Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

The mansion had been buzzing since sunrise. Servants moved through the halls carrying armfuls of white lilies, their voices hushed and excited, the scent of fresh flowers mixing with the smell of polished wood and candle wax drifting up from the great hall below, where the caterers had already begun arranging tables for the reception that would follow. Guests filled the courtyard beneath my window, Alphas from fifty neighboring packs already arriving in polished cars, my father greeting each one with the booming, practiced warmth he reserved for important days. Today was my wedding, and every corner of my father’s pack house had been transformed to prove it — silk ribbons woven through the banisters, candles lit along every windowsill, a hundred small details I’d spent the better part of a year choosing myself. I sat at my vanity, letting the stylist pin the last of my hair into place, and let myself feel something close to happy for the first time in months. Nervous, yes. M

The walk down the aisle felt endless. Every step brought me closer to the man standing at the altar, smiling like the perfect groom he’d spent three years convincing everyone he was. Handsome. Composed. Beloved by every pack elder in the room, each of whom had spent the last hour toasting our future happiness like it was already guaranteed. Only I knew what waited beneath that smile — the calculation, the cruelty, the plan to murder my father the moment I signed away everything that made me valuable to him. I studied his face as I approached, searching for some flicker of the monster I now knew lived beneath it, but he wore his mask as flawlessly as he always had. I forced myself to keep breathing, to keep walking, my father’s arm rigid beneath my hand, utterly unaware that I already knew exactly what he’d promised away behind my back, though not yet to whom. Every guest we passed offered warm smiles and murmured congratulations, none of them suspecting for a single moment that

Jason gave me a few minutes alone to prepare before the ceremony would continue — his ceremony now, apparently, whether I’d agreed to it or not, the decision already made somewhere over my head between two men who’d never once thought to ask what I wanted. The private room felt smaller than it had that morning, crowded with the weight of everything that had just unraveled. Virginia, my stepsister, paced the length of it with barely contained fury, heels clicking sharp against the stone floor, while Miranda stood pale and silent near the window, looking more shaken than I’d ever seen her, arms wrapped tightly around herself like she was trying to hold something in. “Why her?” Virginia’s voice cracked with jealousy she didn’t bother hiding, whirling on me with an expression twisted somewhere between disbelief and outrage. “Sherwood wanted her. Fine. Whatever. But now the Supreme Alpha wants her too? What does she even have that the rest of us don’t?” I didn’t answer. There wasn’t a