Sacrificial Bride To The Feared Lord Hastings Novels & Stories

Of course, she should have known that he would be angry when she had made use of the unexpected turn of events this evening and exploited it, knowing those scales did not carry along with them good memories. She had just wanted to use that as a reminder of what he should be focused on, but that, it seemed had gone absolutely wrong. She should have reported it to the King immediately, but when the maid had fallen to her knees and said she had done it out of spite and vengeance, what more was there for find out? Her sister had been one of the unfortunate brides and it had made her really angry to see that there was someone who still hadn't had the same fate befallen her yet, taking a place her

Because deep down, a part of me wondered if it was true. But Maddie stepped closer, her voice barely above a whisper. "Say whatever helps you sleep at night. You lost. That's what really eats at you, isn't it?" Lady Kalali’s smile sharpened. “Oh, darling.” She stepped back, smoothing her gown. “This isn't over. Not remotely. Do you honestly think the palace nobles will welcome some potion-brewing nobody as their Commander's bride? There are games being played that you haven't even begun to comprehend."

Or maybe she is trying to make Lancelot like me so I won't have to pretend to be his dead lover anymore? Lancelot chuckled. "Ophelia is very beautiful and kind, but I only like her as a friend. My bride is waiting for me outside this place. As soon as I'm out of here, I will go find her wherever she is and I will marry her like I promised. I don't care if she had aged, or if her physical traits are not the same as before. I will love her the same way."

What kind of name was Sidhawk anyway? The maids tittered like a covey of startled quail. "Truth of it is, milady, we've only heard tales of him. This betrothal was commanded by King James himself." "What are the tales?" Adrienne asked wryly "His exploits are legendary!" His conquests are legion. Tis rumored he's traveled the world accompanied by only the most beautiful lasses" "Tis said there isna a comely lass in all of Scotia he hasna tumbled

“Fine. Stay. But what about her?” The woman smiled faintly. “Don’t worry about me. He’s my Alpha. I’ll be fine. But there’s one thing. If we’re going to Silvercrest tomorrow, don’t tell anyone you’re his soon-to-be Luna. Not yet. Not until the ritual. There are eyes. Evil ones. You won’t be safe.” I scoffed. “What a joke. It’s embarrassing to be his Luna anyway.” Alessio turned slowly. “Watch your tongue, woman. I won’t entertain that again.”

“My godsons are currently refusing to check up on their poor godmother. They won't get married, they won't give me grandchildren… retirement begins to feel quite lonely as a woman when your boys are too busy being brooding and successful.” “Oh, I’m sorry to hear that,” I respond, penning her name into the ledger. I hand her the box, but before she can take it, a man in a dark suit, presumably her driver, appears out of nowhere to take the load. Through the library’s front windows, I catch a glimpse of her transport: a 2024 Bentley, gleaming in a deep, luxurious red. It looks like a drop of blood against the gray asphalt of our main street. “I didn't get your name, Miss,” Tabitha says, pausin

“You’ve rumpled and dirtied my clothes.” I straightened immediately. I stood up from the ground, trying to collect what remained of my dignity. My ceremonial dress felt like it was strangling me. I bent down and yanked off my heels one by one, throwing them aside. Killian watched the whole thing, still grinning like this was the most entertainment he’d had in months. Alpha energy radiated from him in waves, making my wolf pace restlessly inside me. “So the bride is making a run for it, huh?” His voice was lazy, teasing. “Don’t want to show how gentlemanly your future mate is?”

Everyone was happy and elated, well, everyone but me who had my death sentence signed by my own home pack. A Royal Union was seen as sacred in the werewolf community, it was not something for many eyes. But because of the mid ranking wolves and low ranking wolves of high prestige and achievement, there was something of a courtesy banquet held in the Grand Hall of the royal palace, the chandelier stood in the center, a glittering masterpiece that hung in the center of the hall.

“Not the throne. Not chain. Not fox. Not the wolves. She chooses…herself.” Her words hung heavily in the air of the hall. Vincent felt his breath hitch as pain flickered in his golden eyes. “No,” he murmured, shaking his head in disbelief. “She wouldn’t…” “She did,” the First Bride crooned. “And with each heartbeat, she falls further beyond your reach.” Elias’s silver eyes sparkled with intrigue. “So she burns both bridges. How interesting.” The elders began to panic, some yelling for protective spells, others calling for fire as chaos erupted in the hall.

She is meeting with the stranger she will be getting married to in a week. You would wonder what the Spencer family gets in return if her family planned all of this. An heir. That is all that was required of her. A loveless marriage to produce an heir. The two families, Spenser and Hastings had sworn long ago to strengthen the alliance between them. Cassandra tried to keep her mind off the reading of the will, just two weeks ago, everything was perfect. Her life was normal and all other things were going on well. Two weeks ago, her boyfriend, Mark…