Alpha's Betted Bride Novels & Stories

“Tomorrow. You’ll join me for training. In front of the pack.” My smile didn’t falter. “Of course, Alpha.”i answered. “Not for a fight, just for a show” Ah. So he wanted a performance. A bonding moment for his wolves to believe in this marriage? “Fine,” I said. “But I want something in return.” His eyes narrowed with confusion “What?” I stepped so close our lips nearly brushed. “A tour of the mountain behind the pack house". He went still. Every muscle locked. “Why?”

I glance at Donovan who looks like he’d rather be eaten alive by alligators than be here right now. My head begins to spin and I can’t seem to pull any air into my lungs. I blindly start to feel around for a chair but can’t find one. “All is not lost,” my father announces. “Alpha Johnathan Banks of Haven’s Crest will take you as his mate.” Out of the frying pan and into the fire I go. “What?” I ask. The unknown man steps forward as if summoned. “Hi, Mara,” he says in a warm, friendly voice. “I’m Beta Preston. Alpha Johnathan sent me to pay your bride price, and bring you to your new home.”

’ the Alpha announced, “‘However you would in no circumstance open the veil, not until everything is settled and you are out of the pack. He shouldn't know we swapped the bride’’ She turned to her mother with pleading eyes but everyone was too focused on Paris. This hurt her so much that Paris was not the one sent away to her death. she needed their love and support not her. “‘I promised him Paris there is no excuse for mistakes understood”’ He roared at Emandra making her flinch in fear retreating even deeper into her seat, everything felt like a terrible nightmare. One moment she was happy about her wolf and now she is about to be sold as a swapped bride to the Alpha. Everyone was happy an

Adrian turned slightly, his gaze cutting across the hall straight toward where Aria stood near the entrance, guarded but visible. My blood ran cold. “Insteadm” Adrian said clearly, “I am here to formally claim my fated mate.” The room exploded. “What?” “That is impossible!” “She’s Alpha's Damian Seventh Wife!” Elders stood up and warriors reached for weapons. My chair scraped violently as I rose to my feet Adrian raised his voice over the chaos. “Aria Winters of Blackwood is my fated mate.” Silence crashed down hard. I felt it then it was not anger first it was not shock rage it was pure and sharp.

A low sound rumbled in his chest—half warning, half amusement. “The contract says otherwise.” She took a step toward him before she could stop herself. “Then listen carefully, Alpha.” The air crackled. “I will follow your rules,” she said. “I will play the bride. But I will not be weak. And I will not die quietly to make your life easier.” The silence that followed was sharp enough to cut. Darius studied her for a long moment. Then he reached out, fingers brushing her wrist. Heat surged instantly—too strong, too fast.

That wasn’t what I expected. “Your fated mate?” Erik sneers back at him. “But you’re mated to Princess Vivian from the Eastern Wolf Kingdom. Do you really expect me to believe that you are mated to another woman and have a fated mate? You do know that once you give a female your mating mark, your bond with your fated mate disappears. You have no claim to this woman.” Cedric glowers at him. “Vivian does not bear my mating mark!”

Even from behind, he looked commanding, his broad shoulders and defined silhouette radiating power. I shook my head, reminding myself he was the reason I was here. Taking a steadying breath, I walked forward until I stood before him. His dark eyes raked over me from head to toe, and I couldn't tell what he was thinking. His intense gaze made my breath catch, and against my will, I found myself wondering what was going through his mind. After a long pause, his eyes met mine, neither of us willing to look away first. "Today, we gather for a sacred rite in the Black Shadow Pack," announced the elderly woman officiating the ceremony. Her voice carried across the hall with practiced authority. "W

If it had the same color and design that made eyes itch to see what it looked like. She kept dragging her feet to God's nowhere in the quiet and serene environment when she heard noises. "I don't think so, but I know the Alpha is getting married to Lara." "That's a lie!" The7 voice replied harshly, obviously pissed at such a statement. "Lara is the Beta's daughter and you know the Alpha dislikes her guts." "Well from the look of things, I don't think he has a choice. It has been arranged and he needs to get married to have an heir or he might be dethroned "

With a sigh, Alpha Klein straightens his position and turns to his men. “Stop the attack... The Redmoon pack has kept their promise; we’ve found ourselves my new bride." My knees weaken in shock. . .*

‘How dare he do this to you? I grip my bouquet, a lump forming in my throat. For the next few hours, I act as the puppet bride they expect me to. I listen to the preach. I nod my head and smile when necessary. I move according to what they want me to. “I repeat. Do you, Dahlia Brencis, accept Alpha General Brent Wilson as your alpha and your husband? For better or for worse, in sickness and in health, till death do you part?” I stare at my groom and wonder for the hundredth time how he could ignore it. The howls of our wolves. Their broken pleas. The screaming straight from our souls. Can’t he hear it? Can’t he feel anything?