Novel & Cerita Arranged Bride For Alpha

When I was done, I shifted back to my human self, my tattered clothes drenched in blood. "This is for you, Alpha." Kavan handed me a paper when I was done scouting the environment. "We found it on the neck of one of the animals you just killed." I opened it and my face fell drastically. Right there on the bloodied note, it read. 'Dear Alpha, be prepared because this time, I would be coming to claim your bride.' I stared at Kavan, and he looked back at me as he tried to read out my expression on what I had seen on the note that he had given to me.

He scratched his stubble and stood up. ”Sweetheart. This is for the good of the pack and as Alpha, it is my duty to make sure I do what is best for everyone.” ”By throwing your daughter into the arms of a stranger?” ”By making a deal with one of the most powerful packs in this country.” ”Give them money, warriors, land, or anything. Why the hell do I have to go be somebodies wife?!” ”LOWER YOUR VOICE.” My father roared. ”This is the final decision. It is not a choice that we are giving you, it is information about a deal that has been sealed. You will marry Alpha Aiden and that is final!” He said and slammed his fist down on his desk.

Chapter five. Alpha Aiden. The screams and burning fire was a bit satisfying as I watched the little village burn down. I sat still on my seat, watching one of my warriors gather up the women. Pathetic little things. So vulnerable, it pissed me off. How pathetic was their Alpha who was being dragged towards me by my lead warrior, Drogo, his limbs tied up in ropes. He was just as weak as the rest of his pack. Those who dared to go wolfing on me were killed on the spot.

Alex walked into the large room, with stacks of books and two lamps by the edges of the center table where the Alpha sat. “Good you're here. I've been wanting to speak to You”, the Alpha continued. “What brings you here, by the way?” he adjusted his square-framed glasses to get a clear view of Alex. “I presumed a nice chat with my father would be nice”, he lied. He didn't want to give a clue about Lucia's call. The Alpha threw a suspicious look at him, before closing the book in front of him. “Have a seat”, he continued. “The Alpha of Alvarez Kingdom has agreed on the union. We're making arrangements. Your wedding is in two months. Congratulations son.”

Clearing his throat, he explained, “The Night Ridge Pack bride candidate… It’s for you, Alpha Prince. Her name is Margaux, 25 years old, and the eldest alpha princess of Alpha Joran and Luna Tania. According to the letter the pack received, Lady Margaux herself chose Prince Kael as her arranged mate and husband.” . . . The central grounds of the West Wood Pack buzzed with anticipation as the pack prepared for the mateship rite. The air was thick with the scent of pine and earth, mingling with the tantalizing aroma of roasting meat from nearby fires. Torches lined the perimeter, their flames flickering and casting warm, golden light on the faces of those gathered.

Every eye in the cathedral was a serrated blade, cutting into Chloe Vance. Curiosity, mockery, pity... the air was thick with it. "Get a picture," someone hissed. The flashbulbs erupted in a synchronized execution. Reporters were already typing out the headline: Scandal! Sterling Alpha Rejects Bride at the Altar? Chloe's knees felt like water. Under the scorching spotlights, she could see her stepmother and Tiffany wearing identical smirks of triumph.

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.

A true alpha. He looked straight ahead, never catching a glimpse of me. My heart ached at the thought that he may never truly see me again, and I would be stuck watching him on television or in interviews. Married to Dora of all people. As he made it to the altar, the organ played the ‘Wedding March’ and the doors opened once again. Dora sashayed down the carpet, a white veil fixed over her face. The dress - my dress - looked amazing, but it obviously didn’t fit her quite right.

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 "

"Tell me the perimeter is clear." "Everything is quiet here," Alice says. "The witch has not even arrived yet. We are completely on schedule." "Alpha Ezekiel just broke formation from the wedding procession," I say, my voice dropping an octave. My heart hammers against my ribs. "Something is wrong. Keep your eyes on the doors. Support Beta Christopher and do not blink." "Understood."