La Esposa Del Alfa Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Once you sign that contract, you will be just as much Luna as she is. Even better, because you're someone I think I can trust." "But you two look perfect together," I know I sound pathetic right now, but I didn't expect it to affect me so much, seeing another woman with him. I don't want to be his luna. Right? "But that woman, your date I mean, she's...well...She's an alpha isn't she." "Alexis," his lip curls. "Yes. She's also my ex-wife." An alpha-level she-wolf. And she's..." I didn't know he had been married. "She doesn't look like your "ex" anything," I point in the direction of the ballroom. "I saw how she was hanging on you. It didn't seem like it bothered you at all."

‎I immediately took to my heels, running to the dinning room like crazy, there was no way I was being a widow this soon. ‎I entered the dinning room, hoping to get to him on time, but by the time I appeared, my husband was already dieing, his face was red like a tomato. He was coughing out, like his oxygen supply had depleted. I was done for, I will be killed for killing the alpha. ‎################ ‎ ‎ ‎

Sebastian’s jaw tightened from where he stood, and Erica’s fists clenched, her body shaking with immense anger, like if she had a gun, she wouldn’t think twice before shooting Siena dead. “But now, he, my sweet husband, has bitten far more than he can chew…” she stared back at Sebastian, a deadly grin forming on her face as she took seductive steps back to him. Her long white legs through the slit of her gown spoke of nothing but grace. Leaving the glass cup she held earlier, it came crashing to the floor. “Oops, that’s our marriage,” she said before pulling out the folded envelope right from the opening of her chest, taking the silver platter from the maid.

My wolf surges forward and takes control. "You are not the Luna." she growls, sending a deadly glare to the woman. "Of course I am, Omega. I'm the Alpha's wife. I'm his soulmate." the woman smirks, sending me a mocking smile. "Like hell you are." my wolf snaps, as she rises from her position on the couch. " You are disrespecting your Luna." the woman growls, narrowing her eyes and standing from the couch. "You are not my Luna. You are not Luna, period. I am the Luna." my wolf roars in a deadly tone, stalking towards her.

“Rhett-fucking-Butler,” Joy says. We’re on the couch, my head in her lap, as she strokes my hair. We’re eating a plate of lemon cookies she baked. She stuffs one into her mouth. “He’s an alpha,” she says, with her mouth full of cookie. “And you’re fated mates. He should have ripped off your clothes, made love to you on the stairwell, and made you beg him for forgiveness, if you get my drift!”

And the people that were around were staring at us and taking their children inside whatever store or house that they were closest to. I looked at Ethan and we were both really confused, but we followed the warriors to the packhouse and the Alpha was on the front veranda waiting for us. We stopped out the front of the two story packhouse because this pack was really little compared to ours, and the Alpha looked like he had seen much better days. And he was soon accompanied by a woman. “Alpha Carter and Luna Ruth?” Ethan asked. “Yes. It is such a pleasure to meet you. Obviously, everyone knows who you are.” Alpha Carter said shaking our hands.

If I gave him the respect of being an Alpha in my home, the least he could do was the same. “Alpha Milton,” he tried again. “This marriage was long decided years ago. You and Lyra have been engaged for half of your life. I don't understand why you'd make such a decision now.” He paused. “Does she know? Is this about the other woman?” I slammed my hands on the desk. “You will not refer to Daciana as the other woman.” Derek hummed thoughtfully and rose from his seat. “Any other day, this would have been viewed as betrayal to my people. But you saved our home, and we can't thank you enough,” he said firmly.

he announced. “Which wife?” Charlotte lowered her gaze to him, proving how fearless she was even though she was scared. “Do not pretend not to understand what I'm talking about, woman,” said Alpha Ryder as he scanned into her eyes with a lopsided grin. “To be frank with you, I don't know what you are talking about. Besides, I don't know your wife." She lied. Alpha Ryder grimaced at her as though he wanted to strangle her to death for denying knowing Alvina.

Fear. “You’re my mate” the elder said, voice booming. “The bond cannot lie” Damon’s face twisted in disgust. “I… I don’t… I can’t…” “Yes you can,” the elder said. “You are an Alpha. You cannot reject your mate. Not without consequences to the pack.” Isla’s stomach sank. She had hoped for freedom. She had hoped for exile. But now she was trapped. Damon’s jaw tightened. He turned away, looking anywhere but at her.

Isabella's POV “You should have knocked.” Alpha Brandon said casually. He didn't even spare me a glance as he fully got dressed then went over to the trembling lady on the bed and covered her with his huge coat. “What do you want?” He asked, turning to me as if I were an annoying omega who came to disturb his moment with his precious wife. But the thing is, I was his wife! I was the fucking wife and I had just caught him in bed with my closest friend!