Bride Of The Werewolf Novels & Stories

As strange and embarrassing as it was, I was mildly aroused. Zephyr was undeniably, unfairly attractive. "I am to be your mate," I muttered in response. "No," he corrected, turning to face me now fully covered in the robe. "You are to be my wife." I'd heard Zephyr was supposed to wed werewolf or Lycan royalty, someone born with the gene at least... someone worthy of an Alpha. But he had said no, stating that the only way he would marry was if he personally granted the bite to his chosen partner.

Not at all behaving like someone who’d just upturned her daughter’s entire life. “Between werewolves and witches.” She gestured for Shivani to come over and placed her hands into Shivani’s. “You will be getting married to Lukov. He is a prince. I have always wanted you to marry into a royal family.” Achlys said with a toothy smile. “But mother, werewolves are dangerous. I could get killed.” “We all have to make sacrifices sometimes. This time, you are the sacrifice.” Achlys stood up abruptly and went into her chambers leaving Shivani with a new knowledge; her own mother wanted her dead.

A full moon lit up Brida her face as she was preparing for the sacred ritual to honor the Moon Goddess. Every 100 years the planets aligned and in that moment a connection could be made with the Moon Goddess herself. Brida was a werewolf and a sorceress. She had been chosen to function as a portal to the Moon Goddess. There was no greater honor except maybe being sacrificed. Three virgin She-Wolves would be sacrificed to show the goddess their willingness for receiving her wisdom.

Suddenly, she bent down and pressed hard against my abdominal wound. With her other hand, she tossed a wedding invitation card with her name and photograph at my face. "Derrina, it hurts knowing that you're a cripple, doesn't it? A werewolf who can't bear children is useless to the pack. "See this? I'm the bride in this wedding of the century. The most powerful Alpha will be my husband. My child will inherit the mightiest werewolf pack in the future. "And you, my dear Derrina, will end up in the slums, scavenging for scraps to survive."

"Let me refresh your memory." I opened the folder and pulled out the first document—the marriage contract, stamped with the seal of the North American Werewolf Council and signed by Braham's late father, the former Alpha King. "My mother didn't just marry you in a civil ceremony. She went to her people…the wolves she'd left behind…and had your union blessed by their laws. She wanted you to be bound not just by human marriage, but by werewolf covenant." Raphael's face had gone pale. "How did you…"

“You're…a lycan? Not a werewolf?” “Mm,” she asserted. “But my lycan side is…was, extremely suppressed by my humanoid witch aspect. It required a very powerful lycanthrope to amplify its actions on my being.” Her eyes fixed on me, as though sending a message. “At the time, Keith Blackburn was rumored to be the most powerful werewolf in the district.” “Dear Luna.” She nodded grimly. “It was perfect. Luna would bless whatever child we brought forth, and whatever witch's blessing that came automatically would be poured on my child as well. It's unheard of for a wolf and witch to be lovers, but this was a special case.”

Because she understood the bewildered look of the strange werewolf facing her. She wanted to bite him for thinking she was just a pet. But in reality… Bridget was indeed keeping her as one. Unable to speak, and lacking the strength to fight back with her limbs, she was truly in distress! Layla lay deflated, burying her head in Bridget's large hand, not wanting to see anything else. She was hurt. She needed time to recover. The image of the small wolf curled up in his hand inadvertently piqued Bridget's interest. He wanted to touch the soft fur, lovingly stroking the little wolf's head to satisfy his fondness.

The longest we spent in the same room was when he and Katrina recounted what happened with Melania, and then I brought news from the Bloodmoon Beta, who had news about the mating of a hybrid witch with a werewolf. Some ancient book his pack had advised that if a hybrid witch did not have a wolf but was mated to a wolf, she must be marked on a new moon to ensure survival, and if marked literally under the new moon, the hybrid witch may gain a wolf spirit if her mate is high enough rank. Only two weeks ago, Katrina and Tiberius completed their bond on the new moon. I’m not sure who’s more proud Chesed or me, that Katrina now has her own wolf even if she can only shift on the new and full moons

I watch how she drowns her drink so I offer to get another. “No need, but tell your brother to sit down. He is drawing an awful lot of attention to himself.” ‘JENSON!’ I link him and he silently slides into the booth. “Now tell me more about this girl.” Madame Curie asks “She’s my bride, as I mentioned on the phone.” “Yes, but why are you coming to see me? Have you chosen a human, is that the problem?” “No, no, she is definitely a Wolf, it’s just her abilities have been bound.”

"We did everything right. We got married, just like the prophecy said." The priestess kneels beside Alpha Jeremy, placing her hands on his forehead. She closes her eyes, and when she opens them again, she looks terrified. "Someone tried to force their way out of this curse instead of following the proper channels. The magic is fighting back." "That's impossible. We fulfilled the condition." "Did you?" She looks between Ryan and me. "In werewolf culture, the father of the bride must give his daughter away in marriage. Without the father's blessing, the supernatural realm doesn't acknowledge the union."