Alpha's Betted Bride Novels & Stories

This year, being my second year of becoming Alpha made the elders and the members curious about why I was without a mate or a bride I guess the moon goddess had her timings concerning that I stared at her photo given to me by the elders of my pack She looked so innocent and yet young, I watched how long her hair was left to flow to the side of her face and her eyes had those sparkles in them Her smile was everything I thought about how long I had been the Alpha of the pack I was born into And yet without a mate or a bride to call mine The elders of the pack had arranged for a certain girl who was in her 17s to be my bride and mate And who was I to detest The ceremony was to be held tomorrow

“I think you do.” “I know we are getting married soon,” she spat. “But that doesn't mean that you own me.” “No one is talking about that,” he shouted back. She crossed her arms, her jaw tightened. “I’m your Alpha. You don’t question me.” “And I’m your Beta,” he retorted. “The man you were supposed to marry. The man who stood beside you. You don’t get to treat me like a soldier when I’m the one who’s been here from the start.”

We attended the wedding of an Alpha who is dad's best friend. All Alphas, Lunas, and Betas gather. I am the Alpha of the future, and Dean is my mate. We will show them our relationship. I saw the bride, Luna Anna, who was beautiful like an angel. The wedding dress is gorgeous. When I get married later, I have to be prettier, and my wedding dress has to be better than hers. "Alpha Luciano." Alpha Jerry, the groom, came over to us, who was enjoying our food. Dad welcomes the arrival of Alpha Jerry.

He looked at me like his equal. "The moment you flared that light, the bond between us changed," he whispered, his face inches from mine. "I bought you to keep you. To use you to solidify my claim. But now? Now I have to hide you. Because every Alpha within a thousand miles felt that pulse. They are coming, Elara. They will come with silver chains and blood-stained blades, and they will try to take you from me." "And will you let them?" I challenged, my voice surprisingly steady despite the terror thrumming in my blood. "I’m just a 'Bought Bride,' remember? Surely I’m not worth a war."

Wait, what? Before I knew anything, I was in my wedding dress, and standing in front of me was the alpha of Silver river pack, Alpha Curtis, and right now he was looking at me with hate and disgust. Hey! Don’t look at me like that! It’s not like I wanted to do this. I rolled my eyes and apparently he saw that because right now the look on his face was added a bit of anger and shock. Yeah didn’t see that coming did you? A smirk crept up my face until my eyes met with my father’s.

The music dropped an octave, a heavy chord that signalled the room to rise. Nixon yanked me up by my arm, his grip bruising. "Stand," he hissed. I stood. The bride appeared in the doorway. She looked less like a living woman and more like a sacrificial lamb wrapped in ivory lace and heavy, beaded silk. A thick, gossamer veil obscured her face entirely, trailing behind her like smoke. Her father walked at her side, his fingers clamped around her elbow, physically steering her toward the altar. They reached the stone steps. The father did not smile. He simply peeled her fingers off his arm, dropped her hand into Alpha Lincoln’s massive palm, and stepped backward into the crowd without a single

Stubbornly staying alive to wait for him. As she saw herself through his eyes, she turned toward him. Her eyes glowed in his color. She smiled. “Didn’t I tell you?” Liam whispered. “That is our bride.” ---- Note: Do you want to see the visuals of this story? Follow our Ins-tagramm account: @sagastories.id. By the way, this story is available as a comic/w*****n. Just look for the same title "The Alpha's Replacement Bride" on W e b t o on app.

However, all this still did not make her husband fall in love with her. On her wedding night, her husband said that he would never fall in love with her. Every time she tried to show him favor, she could clearly see the disgust on her husband's face., She shouldn't still love her husband, but she couldn't do it until he really betrayed her and chose Alora Hyacinth. Rose returned home exhausted, and told her old servant Sarah to prepare a bath, It was evening around 7pm, The Wedding would be a night coronation. So the Alpha would consummate his marriage with his new concubine officially, There were many guests and different Alphas from different packs.

She sobbed as her vision dimmed and her stomach roiled. The men snatched her back up as she sagged even more. “She’ll faint at the sight of el jefe’s pene grande.” Herrera cursed. “Tell Ysalane she will be punished if my new bride doesn’t please me in all ways.” Then he grabbed her chin, snapping her head up. “Until tonight, mi novia.” “I’ll die first, cerdo.” Angela forced the words out of her dry, swollen-tongued mouth. “No,” Herrera said, smiling. “You’ll only wish you were dead.”

Unfortunately, this beautiful girl, like a canary, paid no attention to him but was instead gazing at Caesar with a fascinated look. The bride gently called his name, Shart woke up like from an old dream, and drank all the wine in the glass. He began to feel restless. To be honest, Shart was not a very self-disciplined person. Becoming a Beta was a bit of a disappointment to his family, but it was also expected. To deliberately prove that he was no worse than an Alpha, Shart decided to sleep with more people than all the Alphas he knew. As a male, Shart believed that the main charm of a man was determined by how many people he slept with.