All Chapters of The Cursed Prince and His Fated Bride: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

8 Chapters

Chapter 1

Two soldiers loaded me onto a carriage and delivered me to Prince Alaric's castle.But there was no wedding waiting. No bells.Just an old steward who led me into the great hall.The fire crackled in the hearth.In a high-backed chair in the corner sat a man, his face so pale it was almost white.That was Alaric.Once the dream of every girl in the kingdom. Then, three years ago, a witch had laid the cruelest curse on him.Every full moon, his wolf went feral and killed whoever he loved most.At first, families didn't believe it. They fought to marry their daughters to him.Until his third wife died. After that, everyone saw him as a monster.Even the king banished Alaric to this remote castle.He swirled a goblet in his hand, studying me."You're not Seraphina."He said it flat, then sniffed the air and curled his lip."No wolf scent on you. The Blackwoods sent me a fake?"I didn't dare admit it. But I didn't deny it either.He flung the goblet at me. It struck my forehead.Warm blood

Chapter 2

Late autumn. I was sweeping leaves in the courtyard.Alaric stopped at the far end of the corridor, a book in hand. But his eyes were on me.Sizing me up. Curious. Something else I couldn't name.I lowered my head and swept faster."You can take a beating, can't you?" he said.He paused."Graves says you're starving. But you've never asked me for anything. Are you afraid I'll kill you?"Afraid?The servants avoided him like the plague.But he'd given me food. A roof. That was more than I'd ever had.I shook my head. "I'm not scared."He stared.For a long moment, he just looked at me.Then he turned and walked back inside.That night, a small dish of braised venison appeared in my food basket.Days passed quietly. Then the full moon approached.He couldn't sleep. His temper frayed. He smashed everything in his room.The servants hid, terrified of being torn apart.Only I went in every day to clean up.He cursed me with the filthiest words. Threw whatever he could grab.I never dodged.

Chapter 3

I didn't die.I was told later that Alaric had let his wolf loose and torn the assassins apart.He brought back an exiled herbalist—Old Agnes.Gray hair. Hands calloused and rough.The clan called her a crazy hag.She peeled open my eyelids, examined the poisoned arrow."Wolfsbane on the tip. Enough to kill a full-grown wolf."She studied me like I was a puzzle."A wolf-less waste, and you took this poison—and only burned with fever for three days?"After packing my wound with a thick poultice of antidote herbs, she muttered:"Either a miracle happened... or your blood is special."She didn't finish. I didn't ask.I woke in a warm bed. Thick quilts. Fire crackling in the hearth.Alaric sat beside me. Watching.When my eyes opened, his lips parted—but no words came.Graves brought medicine. Alaric took the bowl and fed me himself.It was bitter. I grimaced.He pulled a tiny piece of honey candy from his pocket and slipped it into my mouth.Sweetness melted over the bitterness.For the f

Chapter 4

Before I could process what had happened, hoofbeats echoed in the distance.Alaric arrived with his guard. He saw the wolves kneeling at my feet—and his face went pale.He dismounted and grabbed my bleeding wrist."Wren. Who told you that you don't have a wolf?"He bandaged my wound and took me back to the castle.Agnes examined my blood. Her face turned serious."She's not wolf-less. Her wolf-soul has been suppressed by some kind of potion."I remembered all those potions my family had forced down my throat since childhood.Alaric didn't press her for more. He just told Agnes to keep quiet.Then he led me to his study and locked the blueprints away."These papers decide whether I live or die," he said.He looked at me—and for the first time, decided to tell me the truth."Wren. You deserve to know what I've been planning all these years."That night, he talked.About his mother—the first queen—framed for treason by Prince Cassius's family. Her entire Frostfang clan executed.The secon

Chapter 5

I thought Alaric would choose Seraphina.But without a moment's hesitation, he told Graves to throw them both out."Tell them Wren is the only bride I recognize. No one can take her place."Graves later reported that their faces were black with fury.I knew they were scared. They'd finally realized they'd angered Alaric—and that he might not let it go.Even worse, they were terrified he might rise to power and settle the score for their alliance with Cassius.But they didn't understand. Alaric didn't care about them. He had only one enemy.Then a royal messenger came: the king was dying. All princes must return to the capital.Alaric called me to his study. Dismissed everyone.From the hidden compartment in his desk, he pulled a heavy box and slid it to me."Open it."I did.Inside: thick stacks of kingdom treasury notes. Deeds to a dozen valley estates. And a token."Your Highness, this is—""Wren." He cut me off. His eyes burned."My father won't make it through the night. Cassius ha

Chapter 6

In the end, I went.The palace dungeons were cold and damp. Water dripped down the stone walls. The stench of rot clung to everything.My parents and Seraphina huddled in a corner, trembling.When they saw me, they lunged at the bars, weeping."Wren! Please—save us!""We were wrong! Go to Prince Alaric—no, King Alaric—beg him to spare the Blackwoods!"My father—always so proud—knelt in the filth, tears running down his face."Wren, I know I failed you. But you have Blackwood blood. You can't let us die!"I stared at their faces. Felt sick.I opened my mouth—The words I'd held for eighteen years finally came out on their own.My voice was hoarse. But every word was clear as a nail:"My name is Wren.""The moment you put me on that carriage, I stopped being a Blackwood.""You never cared about me. You made me take Seraphina's pain over and over—and in the end, you threw my life away to buy this family a few more years.""Now. It's time to pay."My father collapsed. Face ashen.My mother

Chapter 7

Time flew.Two years passed. I gave him a son and a daughter.Our son was Roland—named for the dwarf smith.Our daughter was Vera—an old word for "wish."May she get everything she wishes for.I became the laziest queen in the kingdom.I slept until noon. He never scolded—just brought breakfast to my bedside, spooning it himself.The clan lords went from fierce opposition to resigned acceptance to simple habit.They realized this queen didn't bother with politics—but she ran the household flawlessly. And she could make money.The scents I blended became the rage of noble ladies. My shop, The Wren's Nest, opened in every major city. The treasury grew fatter each year.He liked to joke with his ministers:He hadn't married a queen. He'd married a golden-egg-laying wren.Life was quiet. And happy.I thought it would go on forever.Until I found it.I was tidying his study when my hand hit a velvet-wrapped painting in the deepest part of the hidden compartment.I unrolled it. My blood stop

Chapter 8

The fire caught the paper—curling, blackening, crumbling to ash.He dropped the burning remains into the hearth.Turned. Cradled my face in his hands.His thumb brushed my tears away, one by one.His voice was more serious than I'd ever heard it."Wren. You are nothing like them.""On the snowiest night when everyone had abandoned me—you brought that brazier.""When that arrow was meant for my heart—you took it in your back.""And every full moon after—you stayed up all night with me in chains, bringing me back from the brink.""You turned a dead castle into a home.""Seraphina—and all the rest—they were just candidates for queen.""But you, Wren—you are the one wife I want. The only queen I want to spend my life with.""I love you. Not your face. Not your name. You. Your soul."I saw the truth in his eyes. The pain. The love.I threw myself into his arms and sobbed—years of buried hurt pouring out at once.He held me tight, whispering against my hair:"I'm sorry, Wren.""I'm so sorry

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