Cora Jade Married Novels & Stories

Just then, a voice crackles in my head through the mind link: ‘Alpha Jasper. I have the intel on Cora.’ It’s Beta Smith. His timing is impeccable, as usual. ‘Go on,’ I respond calmly, though I already feel tension coiling in my chest. ‘Her full name is Cora Thompson, née Montague. Daughter of the Bloodthorn Alpha. She’s married—to Alpha Liam Thompson of the Snowcrest Pack.’ Everything inside me goes still. Married? The word detonates like a bomb inside my skull. My jaw tightens. My fists curl. The room tints red with rage. She’s married—and pregnant.

Jade replied to one of them with a shy emoji. She did not deny anything. In the last video, Zach smiled and asked, “Do you want to get married?” Jade leaned on his shoulder and shook her head. “No. “I already have someone better to marry. “He’s gentle, listens to me, has a great temperament, and even does housework. He’s the perfect guy to settle down with. “As for you, just keep living your life freely.”

He looked up from his plate and caught me watching him. "Something on your mind?" he said. "No," I said. "Just tired." He looked at me for a second longer than necessary. Like he was checking something. Then he went back to his plate. I picked up my water glass. My phone buzzed in my pocket. I kept my face still. Jade's message was three words. She wants more. I set the glass down carefully and looked across the table at the man I had married and thought about the woman whose room was at the end of the sealed corridor and the journal she had left behind and the name stitched into every pillow.

His grip on her waist tightened slightly, his entire body going still beside her. “Nathan,” Sienna finally said, forcing a neutral tone. “Didn’t think I’d ever see you again.” Nathan’s eyes flickered to Damien, then back to her. “You— You’re married?” Sienna tilted her head, slipping easily into the poised, confident role she had been perfecting. “I am.” Nathan blinked, as if trying to process it. “To him?” Damien, who had been silent until now, finally spoke. His voice was calm, but there was an unmistakable edge to it.

I adjusted the diamond earrings and necklace that Rhysander had gifted me for our second anniversary as I stared at my reflection in the mirror. It's been three years since I got married to Rhysander under the guise of a contract marriage. I had kept my promise; I never crossed into the room I was put in. I never embarrassed the Bert name, and I played the role of the devoted Mrs. Bert to perfection. But the world I had tried to save had crumbled anyway. One year ago, despite the capital Rhysander poured into Vance Shipping as regards to the promise he made to me, my father had gambled the entire recovery on a venture behind my back.

His hand tightened around mine, I took that as a warning not to go against his words. I was grateful for the veil, else everyone would have seen how awful I looked. He handed me over to Jason and stepped back. We stood before the elder who was going to join us together. Why wasn’t he here? He said he would come get me but it seems he won’t be able to make it. In the next minute, I would be married to Jason. I sniffed and blinked my eyes a few times.

Staring out over the edge of the boat with Cora in front of me, wrapped in my arms, nothing could have been any better. Until she said, "Promise me we'll get married as soon as I get back to the US." And we did just that. Six months and two weeks later, Cora Chase became Cora Carpenter in a small ceremony in Geneva Key with Neil, Hannah, and my parents in attendance.

After finishing, she came out of the room and joined Bhuvi and the others in the living room. "Uh, Uncle, when did you arrive?" Glara asked, noticing Darel's presence. Darel smiled. "Just now. You look different. Is it true that the happiness of the bride and groom is very visible?" "Ah, Uncle, you're exaggerating. I feel embarrassed," Glara replied, blushing. She then sat next to Bhuvi and took Ishara from the man who would become her husband in a matter of days.

Mara. The murmurs surrounding the pack was high, but it couldn’t compare to the numbness I felt. “What is the meaning of this, Alpha Dresden?” One of the Elders asked. “It's exactly as I said, end the marriage between me and Mara and let me marry Bella,” Dresden said. It felt like I was being suffocated from the inside out. This couldn't be happening. Not now. “Mara is your mate. You cannot marry anyone else.” The Elder said adamantly.

"Leah, you're really getting married?! And… and to Nick?!" Jayden's voice cracked from disbelief, like a frayed string pulled too tight. It wasn't just that I'd gotten married, or that the wedding was being broadcast live—what he couldn't accept was that the groom was Nick, the man he'd clashed with for years. "Leah, don't—don't joke like this. I'll marry you, okay? You don't have to go this far to provoke me, dragging Nick into your act. Don't you hate him just as much as I do?"