Betrothed Novels & Stories

I did not actually know how exactly to react to it, but glancing at the Queen mother, I could tell I had probably made a kind of face i didn’t plan to make intentionally. Her lips curled slightly, as if my shock annoyed her. And as if she had heard my thoughts, she repeated. “Yes. Betrothed,” she repeated sharply. “To a woman of status. Of power. A union that strengthens all territories.” “A union that strengthens alliances, something you, an unknown omega, could never even in your wildest dreams offer. And finally, your presence is threatening.” She added with obvious disgust in her voice and action.

Danika’s POV “Betrothed?” I ask, seemingly uncaring, but deep down I am seething. How was I not told that Alfonso had a betrothed? Is Nubian lying to me? “Yes,” Betrothed!” she said, her eyebrows raised"This conversation is over," she says, turning her back at me. “ I will advise that you live every moment you have hair to the best of how you can enjoy it, because I promise you, your time here will not be pleasant."

I whispered, the question brought a bitter taste in my mouth, as the reality of my betrothal to Michael crashed back in. The closer we drove to the house, the more my heart leaned backwards, toward the Citadel, toward the forbidden desire I couldn't dare speak about. We finally got to the mighty Wenston’s Mansion, as I was walking right through the front door, servants and my father's men all greeted me with a smile. But then, a sharp intake of breath caught my throat. He was there —The stranger. My heart seized, the stranger was walking out of my house. He was there, dressed as part of father's men. I wanted the ground to swallow me up as I caught a glanced at him, my mind screamed aloud wi

"The elders want you to honor your betrothal with your grandma’s best friend’s son." My eyes narrowed with confusion as the air went still. "What?" I scoffed, letting my lips purse. "What betrothal?" My father rolled his eyes. "Your grandma and her best friend, Lorien, made an oath to have their first grandchildren married—to ensure the thrive of our clan." If I wasn’t mistaken, the elders were just trying to push me into a corner because they didn’t accept me—because I wasn’t born of the current Luna, my stepmother.

“You waltz into a changing room and threaten me like some bargain-bin villain. What exactly is your connection to Evan?” Her chin lifted proudly. “I’m his betrothed.” The words slapped the air out of me. “What?” I asked, blinking hard. “His what?” “Betrothed,” she said again, slower this time. “Engaged. Promised. Chosen. However you want to put it.” My heart thundered, and for a moment, I couldn’t tell if the tightness in my chest was panic or rage. “You must be mistaken,” I said tightly. “Evan never mentioned...”

He nodded at their table, “Do you know him? Have you met before?” “No.” she lied. He frowned at her, “Then get your shit together and stop flinching. The Moreni family isn’t one of cowards.” She nodded in shame, and his gaze lightened for a moment. “They’ll soon call for a dance, and you’d be expected to dance with your bethrothed. After the dance, there’ll be a presentation of the rings and then both of you will be together at your own personal table. I trust you can do that.”

I replied with less enthusiasm and motivation, but she didn't seem to notice as we walked back to the receiving room in tense silence. “Technically, I'm not married to Kalan yet and the main reason I was betrothed to him in the first place was because of Karazcht. You Lycan needed it then to win the war and now that Karazcht is no longer here. There is now a loophole,” I frowned, the moment we got closer, and I could hear Ravenna's voice. I managed to catch a few of her words, confused on why she was saying this all of a sudden.

"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.

I agreed to sacrifice myself for the sake of my family and to repent for my sin of loving Liam Rodriguez who never cared for me. My heart sumnersaulted against my ribcage when I directly looked at my groom. Undoubtedly, he was the most handsome ever walked on the earth. His striking blue eyes bored into mine like he could see my soul. I felt nervous again. I had made up my mind that I'd refrain myself from entangling in any relationship again. I can't fall for this man because my frail heart won't survive another betrayal. I could feel my emotions nipping at my heart when the priest looked at me. I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply.

Anton I move closer to Valerie as she watches Gideon walk around with Freya introducing her to all the families and their kids. “Brings you back, doesn’t it?” I whisper in her ear, moving closer to her, but not touching her. It would not be appropriate to touch her here. “What do you mean?” “I believe it was a Christmas party where we first officially met,” I recall. “I was supposed to befriend Hudson, but I managed to steal the heart of his little sister without trying.”