His Reluctant Bride Novels & Stories

"We made a deal that if I tried out how it felt to not wage war on the other menial packs for a year and I found it 'not bad' I'd permanently stop it. But if nothing had changed inside me by then, you'd assist me in formulating a plan to bring them to their knees. That was the plan. Not trying to bond with the daughter of the most stubborn alpha to ever exist." I spat the last part out. He met my gaze calmly. “It’s not just about bonding. It’s about facing the truth. Do you want peace? It starts with her.” I slammed my fist against the desk. The wood cracked slightly under the force. “Don’t bring her into this. If there is another alpha with the stubbornness to match mine, it is Brocks Vale.

Waiting to complete the transaction. Elena swallowed hard. Each step felt heavier than the last, her breath shallow. She should have been happy. A wedding was supposed to be a joyous occasion. But with each step, she felt like she was walking deeper into a prison she could never escape. Finally, she reached the altar. Damien didn’t offer his hand. He didn’t even look at her properly. The officiant began speaking, but Elena barely heard the words. Her mind was spinning. This is real,

"You think this is a game? That you get to play the rebellious bride and everyone will find it charming?" She leaned in, too, matching my energy like fire to oil. "You think because you’re the one holding the gun, you get to dictate the terms of the war? You may have forced me into this marriage, Nikolai, but don’t expect me to play the blushing bride." the planner looked like she wanted to disappear into the floor. I dragged a hand down my face and turned to Vivienne, my tone clipped. "Continue." She fumbled to pull up the catering list. "Uh—so, you’ve chosen the filet mignon and the truffle risotto. Would you like to finalize the wine selection—"

She continued smiling and completed her sentence, "Don't look at me like that. You don't know, but you are going to become a maid, not a daughter-in-law, of England's richest family. Your husband Rex Foster is already having an affair. And he loves her very much. He is getting married to become the CEO of his company. Because his family doesn't like his girlfriend." Hearing her words, tears rolled down Julie's eyes. She clutched her gown in her fists. Cole's man knocked on the door and looking at them asked, "If the bride is ready then hurry up. Don't make the boss wait any more." On hearing his words, Anne replied, "She is ready." Anne took Julie out after covering her with a big veil. In t

inquisitive I hesitate, searching for the right words. “I... I want to understand,” I begin slowly, my voice trembling slightly. “I want to understand how this is supposed to work. This... marriage.” His demeanor doesn't change, yet I notice the manner in which his jaw fixes, just somewhat. "It works how it was intended to," he says. “You’re here. I’m here. We fulfill our roles.” “And what are our roles, exactly?” I ask, my voice firmer now. “Because right now, I feel like I’m just... existing in your world without any purpose.”

“Don’t you want to rest tonight?” “I have been resting for too long, my queen,” he said, kissing my hand. “I think it’s high time we consummate our marriage, or don’t you think?” Those were the words that haunted me for the rest of the evening; consummate our marriage. Whilst it had been a scary thought when I’d first arrived, after a while, I’d grown to expect and even anticipate it. I was happy even with the age difference. But after Ibrahim’s violation, after he had taken what it was the minster was expecting to receive, it was now an even more frightening thought than before.

“Cristiano, you have chosen well—she’s lovely.” I smiled politely, squeezing Cristiano’s hand just a bit tighter. The older man’s words sent a shiver up my spine. His bride’s hollow gaze drifted toward mine, and for a moment, I caught a flicker of something in her eyes—pain, perhaps? It looked as if she was pleading to be set free. But the look vanished as quickly as it appeared, her expression changing back into a practiced one. Cristiano had explained it all to me yesternight; He had told me he wasn't in support of their marriage, Ronald had insisted that it was consensual.

She felt the blunt head of his cock press against her entrance. He paused there for a moment, as if giving her one last chance to speak, to fight, to refuse. She said nothing. He pushed forward. The stretch burned. A sharp, stinging pressure that made her breath hitch. Her body tried to resist the invasion, muscles tightening instinctively, but he kept going, slow and relentless, until he was fully seated inside her. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes. She blinked them back, staring past his shoulder at the wall.

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I picked up the pen. With a shaky breath, I signed my name. The ink dried quickly, final and unforgiving. Adrian stood and extended his hand toward me. “Welcome to your new life, Mrs. Blackwood.” Before I could respond, the office door opened. A stunning woman in a red dress stepped inside, her heels clicking sharply against the floor. She froze when she saw me sitting there. Her gaze shifted to Adrian, eyes narrowing. “You didn’t tell me you were getting married,” she said. Adrian’s jaw tightened. And in that moment, I knew— This marriage was already far more complicated than a contract.