Alpha's One Night Bride Novels & Stories

Alpha Mark went to Raymond and hugged him. “My son, have you woken up? Do I see right? I am so pleased.” Raymond patted his back lightly, saying, “It’s not time for these questions.” Alpha Mark nodded and moved back. “What happened, everyone?” He asked. “Alpha, your uncle wedded this girl to you while you were unconscious,” a man said. Hearing him speak, Jennifer thought he might be important to this Pack. “Yes, Alpha. As our esteemed Alpha, whoever you marry will become our Luna. How can any girl be audacious to throw a party, claiming to be your bride? You did not even sign the marriage papers.”

My mind reels, the betrayal of Natalie a sharp, unexpected twist of the knife. “And the best part?” Adriana continues, her voice laced with glee. “Alpha Dane arrives this very weekend to finalize the arrangement with Alpha Liam and collect his bride – you. Presented as the lovely Princess Natalie.” “You can’t do this!” I lunge upwards, pain shooting through my body, but the healers’ hands, gentle yet firm, restrain me. “I won’t be sold like cattle!”

My foster sister, Sylvia Blackwood, was so terrified of being bonded to the cold, merciless Alpha King that she rigged the lot the moment it was my turn to draw. I pulled out the Alpha King. The whole hall erupted. I looked toward my fated mate, Raymond Hale—but he wasn't looking at me. His eyes were locked on Sylvia, and only her. My brother, Carl Blackwood, didn't call out the switch either. He just let them whisper and laugh. I stood there frozen, eyes burning red. Everyone treated it like a joke. They never thought I'd actually go through with bonding with a wolf that dangerous. But staring at the same faces who once swore they'd love me forever—I finally knew. I was done. I was leaving.

"Boy and girl fall in love." "Boy and girl get married." "Boy and girl move in together." "Boy and girl have babies." "You failed to mention one very important step. To us Humans, marriage is a commitment of forever. We need that commitment." Ally explained. "But Luna is an Alpha's wife. It is a commitment forever. And unlike human marriages, it doesn't often end in divorce." Jake replied. "Oh, do you confess your love in a formal ceremony in front of all your friends and family, and promise each other in front of God and everyone that you will love, honor, and cherish so long as you both shall live?" Ally asked.

"You see, the Alpha has never meet his Luna, they said he won't be able to recognise his Luna and his Luna won't recongnize him when they will meet. "And you know how the law is, no one should have two Luna's and also you can't do with someone that's not your Luna. "So he got himself a mistress which has them be living with him. Rumours had it that she will turn to his Luna since she is the only one he adore," Enola stated. "Wow! So, have you met the mistress before?" Naya asked again. "No, but I heard she is pretty and one rude nonsense," Enola scoffed.

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.

Indeed, the woman’s face was really familiar. “My Alpha, do you know the name of the bride?” Alpha Lumaro looked at his wife and checked the invitation card sent to him by the groom. “Thaara, the bride’s name is Thaara.” After mentioning the bride’s name, Luna Leslie’s eyes grew big. “My love, goodness, didn’t you recognize her?” “I am still trying to think, my Luna. Why, can you remember now if we already met her before?” Alpha Lumaro’s furrowed forehead became deeper.

“Is this where you tell me the rules of being your… contract bride?” The word tasted strange on her tongue. “Yes,” Darius said. “And the consequences of breaking them.” He moved closer, slow and deliberate, like a predator who knew there was nowhere for its prey to run. “Rule one,” he said. “You do not leave the stronghold without my permission.” She lifted her chin. “I’m not a prisoner.” A corner of his mouth curved. “You signed a binding contract with an Alpha. You are whatever the contract says you are.”

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!”

Her knees buckled, and she collapsed to the floor, sobs choking in her throat as the crowd watched with wide, pitying eyes. Robert didn’t spare her a glance. He strode from the banquet hall, the doors closing behind him. Outside, the Beta was waiting by the car, a velvet box and a neatly wrapped package in his hands. “Alpha, everything’s ready. The sapphire brooch. And… the brownies from Barbara’s favorite shop.” Robert took them silently, his fingers tightening around the boxes as though holding them could anchor him. Then he pulled out his phone. Barbara, come to the house in L.A. tonight. I have something for you.