Alpha's Last Minute Bride Mga Nobela at Kwento

It was appalling not to see the face of the Alpha amongst them. "We came from our pack to ask to know the reason why you haven't come and taken your bride. Months ago, we noticed your agitation in getting your bride out of the pack, but as the months went on, we never heard from you." One of the members of the pack spoke out loud. "I don't think I would be needing the bride again. I have found someone suitable for the throne and she is from your pack as well." They all held gazes of confusion as murmuring amongst themselves continued.

Soon, Laura’s father passed my cold hand to Alpha Ryan whose face was bright as the morning sun, as he thinks he will be getting the love of his life. And with the wedding ceremony began. Vows were exchanged and it was time for the last thing that will bind us together forever. “Do you, Alpha Ryan, takes Laura Brent as your lawful wedded wife and also the Luna?” The priest asked and Alpha Ryan didn’t even waste a minute as he answered with a yes. “Do you, Laura Brent, take Alpha Ryan as your lawful wedded husband?” The priest asked as he turned his attention to me. Do I? A question that will hunt me even in my grave, because this isn't something I want. “Say something, Laura.” Alpha Ryan mum

His thin lips grew thinner as a scowl appeared on his face. Before I could say anything, Jonathan was already stepping in front of me. Blocking the view to my father. “You have no business being here,” Jonathan’s voice boomed in his Alpha tone. Others turned to face Alpha Rock while exchanging questioning looks. Murmurers began erupting through the crowd. “It’s my daughter’s wedding; why wouldn’t I be here?” Alpha Rock stated. “If my memory serves correctly, you weren’t invited,” Jonathan reminded him. “You invite my pack, you invite me,” he insisted.

The wind was somewhat chilly. It was cool and embracing and for a while, it felt like it could sense the beautiful moment. The Alpha was going to celebrate his one year of being on the throne. It was a beautiful moment and every loose end was being tightened to make the occasion a blissful one. The cool weather blew into the house of the Alpha king; Alpha Raphael, the Alpha of the Blue moon park. Luna; Luna Kendra was seated, celebrating for the moment to come after all, her husband was the one being celebrated.

I asked, hoping I heard correctly. “Yes,” he nodded and crossed his legs. “I’ll pay you ten million dollars if you agree to be my contract bride for five years. Five million immediately you sign the contract, and the other half and a house in whichever city you want once it comes to an end.” “So you’re asking me, a woman that you met just last night and who you have talked to for just a few minutes, to enter a contract marriage with you? Why? You’re an Alpha, right? I’m sure you can have any woman of your social class be your fake bride, and they would be delighted. So why me?” I shot my questions at him, sceptical of the entire scenario.

"But Alpha..." "Take," Dylan repeated coldly. "The measurements here. Don't make me repeat myself." An awkward silence reigned for a few seconds. Jordan turned his face away to hide a smile, while Scarlett glared at Dylan. Her hands fisted and she opened her mouth to protest, but he gave her a dark look, silently daring her to disobey him. In the end, she scoffed and turned away. Winona noticed the tension between her Alpha and his bride to be. She had heard the gossip that he planned to take a human bride, and everyone knew it was to break the curse on his bloodline.

Together. Zara pressed her face into his neck. We keep doing it. Every day. No matter what comes next. Outside the window the pack lands stretched quiet under the stars. Inside the house the family slept safe. The future was not perfect. It would never be without tests. But it was theirs. A new message lit Damien’s phone on the nightstand. It was from a young alpha in South America. He had heard the story of the human mate who broke the unmaking and the alpha who chose love over law. He wanted to meet. To learn. To build something better.

Something inside me finally snaps. I stumble up to my feet. Caspian and Lycena stop kissing. The Head Elder coughs. “A-Alpha, h-how do we proceed?” she asks in a stuttery voice. “What sort of dumb question is that?!” Lycena snarls. “Get us married!” “Do as she says.” Caspian tells the Head Elder. The woman spares me a glance of sympathy before she goes ahead to obey her Alpha and her new Luna. “We are gathered here today to witness the union of Alpha Caspian King and his Chosen Bride and Luna, Lycena Bale. Now……”

Now, there was no need. That night the Silver Claw keep blazed into dawn with preparations for a wedding. Laughter, toasts, and music tangled together; the more I listened, the more I wanted to laugh. What they were celebrating was my funeral. At first light I woke early. My suitcase was ready. As I stepped out, the wedding convoy rolled in. The bride in ivory silk, diamonds blazing; the Alpha in black dress uniform, severe and perfect. I walked over and inclined my head. “Congratulations on your marriage, Alpha.”

Her words make my heart sink even when I already know this, “What happens if a mating doesn’t work?” The silence that falls is heavy. Both Cassie and Sila look away for a moment. I feel a hard ball form in my gut as Cassie says, “An Alpha’s mating choice is final.” As I look at them, I wonder how many more challenges I am going to face on the future to get Cameron to accept me and to deal with Ness who clearly wants Cameron for herself. * It’s late afternoon when both women drop me back home with promises of coming to see me soon.