Betrothal Novels & Stories

"Yes, one of you must marry Hannah, daughter of the Alpha of the Silver Pack. So, you boys can't claim Alice as your mate," My heart quickens, confusion and disbelief marring my features. "What?" I blurt out, my eyes searching for confirmation or denial from my parents. They avoid my gaze, refusing to meet my eyes. The realization hits me like a sudden storm – I have been betrothed without my consent. Cameron voices the disbelief that resonates within me. "You must be joking, Father." "He's not, son." Luna Marley interjects. "How can you make such a huge decision without consulting us first?” Lorenzo questions, frustration evident in his voice.

“Your training sessions begins tomorrow, you'll get aquatinted with the environment and Eva will show you around.” As I followed her around, I couldn't help but think Lucas and his family were so popular that I got a preferential treatment. “How does it feel getting married to the most wanted bachelor?” Eva asked as I smiled. “It's a nice feeling, I mean who wouldn't be happy?” I asked, I wasn't going to tell anyone it was a contract marriage. I'd become a laughing stock an object of gesture. “Really? You must have changed him, I heard he was noto__”

Our eyes met from across the room, and everything just got more vivid, colors exploding all around me. She was the Beta’s daughter, betrothed to the Alpha who was ten years older than both of us. He still had not found his mate, so the elders had elected the Beta’s daughter to be his chosen upon her eighteenth birthday. It was an extreme measure that many did not agree with in the pack, since it would prevent her from finding her true mate, but for some reason, it was still being carried out and the betrothal was in place. When we discovered our fated bond, we kept it a secret at first. She told me it was safer for me, and like an idiot, I agreed.

He asked with concern. I placed the liquor glass on the table and replied honestly, "She's in my head all the time." I muttered to their hearing, leaned back on the chair and closed my eyes. "And as if I never had such a cloudy head and mood, my mom suddenly proposed the idea of getting married to a girl. Said we were betrothed ever since we were…" I ruffled my hair angrily and angrily poured myself a drink. "Betrothed ? How does the girl look? Does she look hot?" Owen suddenly interrupted me with shiny eyes as if that was what he cared about despite my explanation.

Old man Russo loved his grandson so much and was proud of his accomplishments but even if he had all the qualities every woman wished and dreamed of finding in a man, the rascal disliked any marriage talks, making the Old man result to such measures. "No, you won't wait forever, old man. Now, stop putting so much thought into this and just let me be." Viccorio looked unfazed and the Old man wasn't happy with that. At all. "I declare you are getting married in three days, period. There are many women from rich socialite families, just pick one of them and if you decide you don't want them then I'd contact your betrothed at once. You two got betrothed when she was born so she's technically you

“Which meαns you guys hαd something!” “No! We didn’t hαve αnything‚ Annα.” “Then why did she cαll you bαbe?” My voice wαs shαrper now‚ the αnger mixing with the hurt. He loosened his hold on me‚ his voice lower when he finαlly spoke. “Becαuse… she’s my betrothed. She thinks we’re in α relαtionship‚ but I’ve told her countless times I’m not interested. I’ll mαke it cleαr to them todαy. I promise.”

“You know what that means for her, are you going to give that bastard a chance to have access to her? You know father. If things do not go the way he wants, he would look for a way around it and he would punish you and make you watch her suffer.” I stood up and crossed to the window, the grounds below were dark and quiet. The tradition. I had grown up with it the way I had grown up with everything in the barbarian kingdom, I absorbed it before I was old enough to question it, I was made to understand it. The first union of a betrothed couple was a witnessed thing. A formal thing, the council must be present. The consummation was a completion of agreement between bloodlines. It was the old wa

"Don’t be rude." “I—sorry. I just—" I force a smile that feels like it’s going to crack my face. "I'm just surprised. Felix never mentioned—" "It's been in the works for months," Alpha Donovan explains, not noticing how Felix has frozen beside me. "The betrothal was arranged soon after your mother and I were married. I was waiting for the right time to announce." He claps Felix on the shoulder. "And what better time than now, when our two families have finally come together in peace and harmony?"

Everyone in the room knew—this was no grand celebration, but a brief wedding that felt closer to a farewell. Adrian stood by the bedside, his heart pounding erratically. His white shirt felt too tight, the black tie around his neck choking him. In front of him, Leviana lay weakly, dressed in a simple ivory gown that wrapped around her fragile body. Her face was pale, but her eyes sparkled with happiness. “Are you ready, Adrian?” asked the officiant, seated on a small chair, his voice calm yet commanding. Adrian swallowed hard. His vision blurred, his mind clouded with the image of Deviana—her gentle smile, her eyes once filled with love. What am I doing? his heart screamed, but his lips rema

he explained, and her heart sank. The mark wasn’t complete because of her? "I'm sorry," she whispered. "Don't be." He turned her around, cupped her face, and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead. "It's your first day as my betrothed. Cheer up," he said to her. She nodded, feeling her nerves soothed. There was something different... new. It was beautiful because she felt the pull between them growing stronger, and she knew he felt the same too. Arianna’s betrothal spread like wildfire. The kingdom was happy—the king had finally found his mate—while a few thought it was a trick being played just to suppress the commotion.