Alpha's Undesirable Bride Novels & Stories

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.

"Hurry up, if we get late... Of course, you'll find a way to get yourself out of trouble. As for poor me, I'll get punished instead of both of us. Except for you, no one can disrespect Alpha Alwyn and get away with it but you..." I followed the girl without knowing where. The moment we left the tent, it was already night. I followed her through the woods until we reached a group of people who were gathering around a bonfire. Everything was becoming weirder in a way that hurt. I felt a painful headache while watching the wedding for many reasons. Still, the strongest reason was that I was familiar with both the bride and her groom. Curious, huh? Well, I bet you'd feel as confused as me once y

All I desired was for this wedding to be over so that I could persuade my future husband to assist my father in his dire situation. Ten minutes passed when the door swung open, and as I turned, I spotted Fiona and her daughter approaching me. Their faces beamed with joy, as if they had won the lottery. "Cheer up, Martina! Today is your wedding day, not a funeral," Alicia said, her voice filled with amusement. "That's right, and you're incredibly lucky to be marrying a wealthy man," Stefanie added, lacking any genuine reassurance. "Girls, please calm down and stop teasing your sister. Let me have a look at you," Fiona said, inspecting me.

I snapped, tossing back the remnants of the whiskey I was drinking. “Alpha, it seems that Alpha Kieran has brought back many brides previously,” my Beta conveyed the information quickly in a low voice, “There doesn’t seem to be much in common between the women he’s chosen - some were tall, short, fat, thin - and none of them stayed longer than two weeks.” “Why?” I barked. “Alpha, no one is sure. He doesn’t seem attached to them, and he seems to have some sort of extremely strict requirement. When these women don’t match his parameters, they leave, but it’s not clear what he’s looking for.”

The Alpha stood in the middle of the room, fuming with anger, I'd never seen him all red and livid before, I'd never seen him angry at the girls before "How dare you two disobey my orders" he growled deeply and the two girls fell to their knees "do you know who you are, do you know what could have happened to you, do you know what would happened to us if The Prime Alpha learnt that his betrothed is an heavy drinker and a reckless party goer. Do you know what would happen to Wolfdusk Pack if the marriage between us and the head pack doesn't work out, why are you trying to destroy my plans? WHY!" The Alpha screeched, making the girls jolt and cower behind their mother who was all shaky and tea

So, with the anticipation all over, the doors of the hall were pushed open from outside, and the bride appeared in her black dress. "What is happening? Why black of all colours?" "Is she a widow? It's like she is planning to kill the alpha." "What's with the rusted jasmine? Are flowers too expensive in the market that the alpha couldn't get his Luna a better bouquet?" Everyone had a thing to say about the bride, but guess what? Neither the bride nor her alpha cared.

“...you can do this, Liz.” Even though I say the words aloud, I don’t believe them. Most people have at least had the opportunity to meet their bride or groom before the wedding. But not me. I am walking into this wedding blind. I have never seen Deimos Phalen, and I know him only by reputation. The Alpha who overthrew his own father, killed his own brother, and destroyed his own pack for the title. The crippled Alpha that’s the worst choice for a mate. The wedding is less than two hours away, and then I will be Mrs. Phalen. Or, Mrs. Devil.

"I wondered if the stories were exaggerated." Nyra looked at him. "What stories?" she said. Fenrich blinked. He had not expected to be addressed. "That the Fenwick Alpha had taken a human bride out of desperation rather than choice," he said, which was a more direct version of what he had meant to imply. "I see," she said. She held his gaze with the flat attention she used when she was not performing anything. "The Alpha's choice is his own to explain. I am simply curious which version of the story interested you most, the desperation, or the human."

I did not know if she was trying to stop herself crying or stop herself saying something she should not to our pack Alpha. “Now, while you are not direct heirs to a Beta, you do carry Beta blood as you grandchildren to a former Beta therefore you would be deemed of Beta blood and that would be considered highly desirable for an arranged bride. And you are beautiful girls, so again many ranked wolves would consider themselves lucky to have you.” Alpha Alberto explained, once more his words turning my stomach. “We had been approached by a neighbouring pack, and they have two brothers one an upcoming Alpha, and the other his younger brother who seek wives. They will be vetting women for potenti

It was gold this time, not silver. When they were done, I barely recognized myself. I looked in the mirror, staring at the reflection. My hair was smooth, my skin was clean, my eyes still swollen from crying. I looked like someone else, someone beautiful, maybe even royal but it wasn’t me. I touched the glass. “What did you do to me?” I whispered. “Alpha’s orders,” the head maid said. “He doesn’t want his wife looking like a stray.” Wife, the word made my chest tighten.