Bride Of The Cursed Alpha Auren And Lucien Mga Nobela at Kwento

Chapter 1 With a bouquet in her hand, Vivian walked through the aisle with a sullen expression on her face. Her eyes were calm, too calm but deep down she was battling with her emotions. She could feel their eyes on her, their scornful eyes. She was sacrificing her life for them but that still wasn't enough to put an end to the hatred they had for her. To them, she was a curse, a curse they needed to get rid of by giving her off to the bloodthirsty werewolves. She was getting married to their king and what they also called their Alpha. Getting married to a man, she wasn't allowed to even see his picture, she was getting married to a total stranger. They only told her that he was bedridden, h

The quiet path that had seemed harmless moments ago now feels suffocating. My pulse thunders in my ears. This is another dangerous situation. And judging by the way they're looking at me, I have a terrible feeling they aren't here for a friendly conversation. I quickly sign, "Please... I can talk to him. I can try to convince him." The two men stare at my hands before exchanging a look. A look that makes my stomach twist. Then one of them chuckles. "So, the rumors are true," he says, amusement dancing in his eyes. "The Alpha's new bride is actually mute."

The headlines were already viral, exploding across every major news outlet, blog, and social platform in Nocturne City. JILTED VALE LUNA MARRIES THE UNDERWORLD KING OVERNIGHT ‘In a shocking twist of events, hours after Alpha Heir Cassian Mooncroft announced his alliance with Celeste Soren, his discarded fiancée Aurora Vale was spotted signing an ironclad marriage registry with none other than Alpha King Ronan Blackthorne; Cassian's own godfather.' Beneath the bold lettering was a blurry photograph of me entering the sedan in the rain, the white hem of my wedding gown unmistakable.

The words slipped from my lips like twin blocks of lead. Serena stopped with her hands stretched out into the air. The false warmth of her face was replaced by a flicker of confusion. "What... what do you mean?" I approached her, narrowing the distance. The air in the room got colder and the crushing force of my alpha aura fell on her shoulders. "The northern border crags," I said with a deadly whisper. "Six months ago. A band of rogue wolves ambushed Aria when she left the pack house the day you became Luna."

But I didn’t. I swallowed hard. “I’m not him.” Her eyes flickered again, just for a heartbeat, before they hardened. “You’re all the same.” The words hit harder than claws. Rowan shifted again. His voice was quiet. “Alpha…what now?” I dragged my eyes from her, my heart pounding like war drums. “Now, she stays. Until she understands.” Aria barked out a bitter laugh. “Understand what? That I’m a prisoner in your fortress? That I’m supposed to heal your curse while you chain me to the floor? No, Alpha. I understand plenty already.”

And now, thanks to Cyrus’s betrayal, the Council had been informed that Lucien’s fated mate was not the High Council’s chosen but a common she-wolf from a fallen bloodline. Aurora. She sat in her chamber, back pressed against the cold wall, heart thundering in her chest. The moon’s crimson light streamed through the window, illuminating her face like a curse. She had seen visions before—flashes of wolves running in the woods, of fire, blood, and Lucien standing over a battlefield, his hands stained with both rage and love. Tonight, the visions were clearer. Lucien would fight for her. But he would bleed for it.

"Did you really get another woman pregnant while being bonded to me? Did you really betray me in such a cruel way?" Amara's smile falters as she realizes her mistake, her eyes darting nervously around the room as the whispers get louder and all sympathetic gazes turn towards me. Cade's face turns bright red as he grasps the magnitude of his error, his eyes wide with panic. "Answer her, Alpha Cade," the Alpha King demands. “Did you really betray the sacred vows of marriage?” The crowd's murmurs get louder, sensing the unfolding drama. Cade's eyes dart between the me and the Alpha King, searching for an escape, while his mistress clings to him, frightened by this unexpected twist of circumstan

“Oh dear goddess, I do not want to die now, I didn't survive all this just for this son of a b!tch to kill me. What about my life? School? A normal life?” She bent, then forced her fingers down her throat in an attempt to puke, but none of her attempts worked. “What did you give me, you devil? What did you do?” I bit back a smile then masked it up with my coldness. “You are speaking to your Alpha. You do not use curse words, you do not act rashly, you do not speak without my permission, you do not even breathe without my permission,” I warned. A bitter laugh escaped her lips. “Sorry to burst your bubble, but you, Alpha Xlynor of Dark Hound Pack, would never… I mean, ever be my Alpha.”

Sienna leaned forward and said, “Apart from living under the same roof for a few weeks, I don’t know much about Alaric. I can’t see how there is something related to my life that Alaric has kept a secret from me.” “Two years ago a witch cursed Alaric that he would die the moment he consummates his relationship with his mate. You are his soulmate, Sienna….” Sienna held her stomach and burst out laughing, “A witch had cursed him… really… you should have come up with something more realistic…” Aunt Sue waved her hand and the glass of water raised into the air and flew to her hand. Taking a sip of water she asked, “What will you say now?”

Dawn broke with an eerie stillness. Lucien stood at the edge of the Alpha's balcony, the cold wind biting at his jaw, his arms folded tightly across his chest. Below, the Blackveil grounds were unusually quiet. The warriors moved slower. The guards snapped at one another more than usual. And still no one dared speak the truth. The Alpha was gone. And no one knew if he would return. Lucien closed his eyes for a moment, the weight of command pressing hard against his shoulders. This wasn't how things were supposed to go. The plan had been simple: Seraphina would leave, the curse would fade, and Dorian would survive.