Beta Bride To Alpha Queen Mga Nobela at Kwento

“But what? Don’t waste my time, Beta.” “The strange thing is that FireHeart is known to produce kings amongst Alphas, but now, it’s far different. It’s no longer so.” Alpha Duncan’s brows shot up in mild surprise. “So you’re saying Luna Verona finally made herself the Alpha?” “Not so, Alpha. Far worse. It’s a new Alpha, a new Queen of Alphas.” Alpha Duncan chuckled, dropping his wine. “So who’s this ‘Queen of Alphas’ you speak about? Luna Verona is the only surviving royal in that pack. Who else except for her?”

Of course, he knew how important this was, hence nodded rapidly “Right away, but there's an issue…” “Kill whoever it is, and make sure no one dares to cross me,” the alpha king said coldly, making Miguel swallow nervously “Yes alpha,” just like that, Miguel dropped the idea. As long as he kept quiet. He was safe. “The queen requests for your presence… the bride will be arriving tonight," Miguel informed and waited for an answer. The alpha king required a bride. The 8th one ran away and was yet to be found; hence they had to find another bride.

I said. As soon as I said it, everyone's eyes widened. “What? A beast?” “Wait a minute, our queen is going to be a beast?” “This has to be a joke!” “Eleftheria is a beast. We can't have a queen who isn't a blue-blooded werewolf!” Whispers spread throughout the room as a growl escaped my lips. However, just as I was about to silence them all, one of the alphas stepped forward. “Wait a minute, King Bradley... Are you testing us? We cannot accept this beast as our queen. You yourself know the laws of this kingdom!” said Alpha Michael, his eyes blackened.

There’d be no interruptions of his wedding plans. Nor of his wedding night. A virgin’s blood would be spilled— and drunk—willingly, because he had the one thing that would insure her full cooperation. He picked up the phone. “Is Rafael Valdez ready yet? I think his sister should have a chance to see her family before she marries.” “Sí, jefe, he is ready for visitors.” “Excelente.” Herrera disconnected and made his way to where Ysalane was preparing his bride. A night of pleasure for him, pain for her. He could already hear her cries, taste her blood, and feel the euphoria of having absolute sovereignty over the life and death of lesser beings.

He pressed his bloody knife to my father’s throat, a smile playing on his lips. “Do you accept your daughter as my bride?” My heart stopped. Father gulped hard, he stared at me, his eyes apologizing for what he is about to say. Alpha Lennox had accepted me as his bride, the first trial had passed and my pack was spared. Not entirely sure if I am his mate or just one of his bride, I hope to be the latter, if he were my mate then I would know it. I would have felt it the minute he walked in.

"She sees us as threats to her very identity. Everything she is has been shaped by her responsibility to the crown. She doesn't know who she would be without it." Buck flopped back on the bed with a dramatic sigh. "But we don't want her stupid crown! I'm going to be Alpha of Thunder Peak with Elliot. Why would I want her job?" Phoebe and Elliot exchanged a look, “Buck, there are many Alphas that would want her Crown. Whoever she mates with will become Alpha King with her as their Queen.” Buck's eyes widened as understanding finally dawned on his face. "Wait, you mean..."

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.

“The Luna of the MoonBlood Pack should possess a lot of qualities that are befitting of a Queen, some of you would have to go through rigorous selective processes and training before the final choice is made by the Alpha. Brace yourselves.” The Beta looked at the door, and then he turned to us and exhaled sharply with a lot of enthusiasm written on his face. “The Alpha has decided to grace us with his presence.”

Traditionally the Beta title is passed down to the next family member, same with Gammas and Deltas – sorry I should clarify, next MALE family member – but ultimately it’s a position bestowed upon you by the Alpha, and I need people around me I can trust. I’m about to become the first female Alpha, or at least the first in North America, I can’t speak for other countries. Let’s just say people didn’t take it too well when my father declared that when the time came he’d pass the title to me. Some pack members were excited, others not so much.

She knew for a fact that they were werewolves and seeing the moon symbol on their arm, she knew immediately the werewolves were from Alpha Steve's Pack, Alpha Styx's sworn enemy. She took a step back, holding onto Vivian's hand. They must have found out that Vivian was out of the palace and Alpha Steve must have decided to make use of that opportunity to attack Aloha Styx at his weakest point. It doesn't matter if loved Vivian or not or even considered her as his weakest point but as long as Vivian was his bride then that was enough for him to attack.