The Alpha Prince And His Bride Novels & Stories

Clearing his throat, he explained, “The Night Ridge Pack bride candidate… It’s for you, Alpha Prince. Her name is Margaux, 25 years old, and the eldest alpha princess of Alpha Joran and Luna Tania. According to the letter the pack received, Lady Margaux herself chose Prince Kael as her arranged mate and husband.” . . . The central grounds of the West Wood Pack buzzed with anticipation as the pack prepared for the mateship rite. The air was thick with the scent of pine and earth, mingling with the tantalizing aroma of roasting meat from nearby fires. Torches lined the perimeter, their flames flickering and casting warm, golden light on the faces of those gathered.

“At midnight, the Festival of Transformation begins. Then, we’ll see what the future holds for me and my children.” The village buzzed with excitement. Lanterns lit the pathways, and bonfires crackled in the distance, their light flickering against the night sky. It was a night when the Moon Goddess’s blessing would be revealed—when the Alpha’s daughters would come into their full power, and the ancient prophecy would be fulfilled. The prophecy was clear: When the moon rises full on the Festival of Transformation, the Alpha’s daughter shall transform into a powerful wolf. She will bear the mark of the moon, and her power will unite the pack in an era of peace.

His face etched in their head as they feel the immediate submission to the Alpha Prince. Archduke Ridge marches towards Prince Alphonso and grabs his collar. The Prince remains unaffected by the Archduke's behavior. Then, Archduke Ridge furiously inquires, "are you crazy? You are going to let them attack?" Smirking, Prince Alphonso grabs Archduke Ridge's hand on his collar and shoves it away without any difficulty. Astonished, Archduke Ridge feels the difference of their raw strength when he feels Alphonso's grip on his hand.

Wait, what? Before I knew anything, I was in my wedding dress, and standing in front of me was the alpha of Silver river pack, Alpha Curtis, and right now he was looking at me with hate and disgust. Hey! Don’t look at me like that! It’s not like I wanted to do this. I rolled my eyes and apparently he saw that because right now the look on his face was added a bit of anger and shock. Yeah didn’t see that coming did you? A smirk crept up my face until my eyes met with my father’s.

Her family wants power, and since no wolf family would take in a human girl as a bride for their young sons, only someone as old as Alpha would want her. She can never be anything more than a human Princess. And Alpha? He marked his territory by not removing his hand from my ass. He occasionally taped it, he occasionally caressed it… He just did everything to show that I now belonged to him. I was his trophy, his young, pretty wife. I wanted nothing but to go back home. And the ball has barely just started. “Congratulations on your upcoming wedding, Alpha Don and Hazel. Trust me, the whole of Orleans is waiting for the wedding of the century.”

"That's quite a..." "Go on with the wedding." Her eyes held a dark warning that chilled the Elder to his bone. His teeth disappeared from view as his expression morphed into a slightly apprehensive one. "Do you The Great Princess take the Alpha to be your husband?" "I do." She nodded. "By the power vested on me, I now, before the public and before our Moon Goddess, pronounce you husband and wife. Alpha and Luna are now bound by fate and blood. Heart and soul." He concluded, then took a goblet of wine from another Elder beside him and handed it to the couple.

How on earth did none of us notice them earlier? "You can now step aside, Celine. Thanks for slowing them down." Another female wolf along with three male wolves behind her appeared. But this time, she was carrying reddish-brown eyes. She's the alpha of the town. "Hello, boys! I've heard someone with royal blood visited us." She's too calm. That worried me the most. "Which one of you is the prince?" "That's me. And I'm here for an open negotiation." My wolf sensed something was off so I preceded Nathan.

Crowd cheered as the priest blessed them. They exchanged rings in a joyful atmosphere. Everyone who was present trembled, witnessing the Alpha and his bride graze each other with utter love and care. It was as if they were made for each other. Just as they joined their foreheads and sniffed amidst happy tears, everyone's heart sank. They were made for each other. The display of affection they depicted unintentionally towards each other showed their strong bond. The way his hands held her waist and how she clutched at his shoulders provided a small glimpse of struggles the alpha and his bride may have gone through.

Every eye in the cathedral was a serrated blade, cutting into Chloe Vance. Curiosity, mockery, pity... the air was thick with it. "Get a picture," someone hissed. The flashbulbs erupted in a synchronized execution. Reporters were already typing out the headline: Scandal! Sterling Alpha Rejects Bride at the Altar? Chloe's knees felt like water. Under the scorching spotlights, she could see her stepmother and Tiffany wearing identical smirks of triumph.

The sound of someone clearing their throat snapped me out of my thoughts, Mister Alpha was leaning on the door frame in all his glory, his jet black hair disheveled making me want to run my hands in them, and his clothing not matching his masculine traits, though I take back the fact that he was an ugly princess for he looked fucking… ‘Are you done checking me out?’ I saw his kissable lips move before the words registered in my brain. 'Em… I- how are you feeling?’ I asked instead. He tilted his head to the side studying me, his eyes searching my soul.