Bride Of Alfonso Novels & Stories

Every day, he put on an act in front of me, only to lock himself in this study and pour his devotion into his Luna. I could not help but wonder what I was to him. Just then, a sound came from outside the door. Panic surged through me, and I hastily shoved the sketches back into the chest. However, in my rush, I forgot that the mate-bond dissolution agreement was still sitting on the desk in plain sight. Anthony walked in, slipping a sapphire bracelet around my wrist as if nothing was wrong. "Come with me to the Hunting Festival." "No!" I blurted out, recoiling from him. After everything that had happened, I knew exactly how the pack saw me—I was nothing but a disgrace, a joke, and I refused

"Y-Yeah, he is married—" "See? You know that!" I snapped, my voice rising with fury. "Then why are you still insisting that your friend loves me? He’s married!" "H-Hey, that’s not what I meant—" "Then what are you trying to say? That I should become his mistress now? Is that what you want?" I demanded, eyes narrowing. "Wait! Yes, he’s married, but from what I know... he doesn’t even love his wife." Alfonso blurted out.

She reached for the crown that held her veil, her movements precise, almost mechanical, as if performing a ritual she felt no part of. “Mia principessa,” Don Alfonso murmured, his voice low and silken, imbued with the calculated sweetness only dangerous men wielded so well. He took the crown with reverence, the same one that had once adorned her mother’s head, as though it was a sacred relic, a symbol not of marriage but of an empire. “This union,” he continued, holding the piece before her, “is not merely a commitment. It is the consecration of your legacy.” With care, he guided her back to the mirror and stood behind her, placing the crown on top of her meticulously styled hair.

But they knew, regardless of the ceremony, they had already belonged to each other for a long time. The priest carefully looked around before starting his typical introduction to the ceremony. “Today, we gather to witness the beautiful union of two hearts, a bond blessed by the Moon Goddess. Before we begin, I must ask—does anyone object to this union?” Silence. The priest waited a few more seconds and exhaled in relief. He turned to Kai, holding the ceremonial dagger. “Kai von Solbrecht, the Alpha Prince of the Royal Pack, will you accept your mate, Darina Kovac, to be your wife until death breaks you apart? To cherish, respect, love, and support her?”

he said and Xavier shook his head and replied, “You can do it Alfonso. I was in a coma for a year and half, but you handled everything well, and recently for three months, you did all that on your own, you're great.” “Xavier, I'm grateful.” Alfonso expressed his heartfelt gratitude. “You deserve it. So mother, are you going with him?” Xavier asked and Laura turned to look at Alfonso's face, he was looking back at her with anticipation in his eyes. “I go wherever my husband goes.” she answered, and Alfonso took her hand. “That's settled then. But mother, I need your help to plan a surprise wedding for my wife. A grand one, she would find out a week to the ceremony. So I need you to help with

I muttered, expecting one of Luca’s men. But instead, a tall man with sharp green eyes and a lazy smirk walked in. He wasn’t one of Luca’s men. His black suit screamed money, but his attitude screamed danger. “Good morning, beautiful,” he said smoothly. “You must be Sofia Ricci.” I frowned. “Who are you?” “Alfonso Romano,” he said, offering a hand I didn’t take. “I came to congratulate your soon-to-be husband.” My heart skipped. “You… you know about the wedding?”

, Valeriya said. "I still don't understand", Alfonso was so confused as he didn't stomach the possibility of Valeriya being Imelda anymore. "I came back for revenge, to end you but I fell in love with you. Do you know who I am now?" She asked hoping she wouldn't have to say her name out. "No I dont, at all", he stood clueless. "I am Imelda, the Chosen She Wolf". As soon as she said it Alfonso's eyes turned red and his fang came out.

It wasn't a time to be distracted, she thought, as she reminded herself of her mission and why she was doing this. Alfonso, on the other hand, was searching for the perfect suit to complement Rose's radiance, as he wanted to leave no trace of suspicion for his mother and guests later on. He later opted for a tailor-made tuxedo with a hint of modern flair, ensuring he would look dashing alongside his beautiful bride. With the venue and outfits in order, it was time to plan the finer details. She waited patiently for Alfonso to get back so as to select the other items together.

She sobbed as her vision dimmed and her stomach roiled. The men snatched her back up as she sagged even more. “She’ll faint at the sight of el jefe’s pene grande.” Herrera cursed. “Tell Ysalane she will be punished if my new bride doesn’t please me in all ways.” Then he grabbed her chin, snapping her head up. “Until tonight, mi novia.” “I’ll die first, cerdo.” Angela forced the words out of her dry, swollen-tongued mouth. “No,” Herrera said, smiling. “You’ll only wish you were dead.”

My body couldn't function and I didn't feel my feet or my hands that were wrapped around the bouquet. ”Then I hereby present to you, Alpha Aiden and Luna Gabriella.” Everyone erupted in cheers and the floors began to shake from the impact. ”You may now kiss the bride,” He said and my eyes filled with the unshed tears I had been pushing down for so long. His eyes darkened as he leaned in. His lips hovered over mine and I drew in a sharp breath. ”Push the tears down.” He said with a cold voice that made my breath stop in my throat. His lips pressed against mine, my first-ever kiss and it wasn't out of love or affection, it was pure hatred and loathing.