The Alpha's Bride Novels & Stories

The music dropped an octave, a heavy chord that signalled the room to rise. Nixon yanked me up by my arm, his grip bruising. "Stand," he hissed. I stood. The bride appeared in the doorway. She looked less like a living woman and more like a sacrificial lamb wrapped in ivory lace and heavy, beaded silk. A thick, gossamer veil obscured her face entirely, trailing behind her like smoke. Her father walked at her side, his fingers clamped around her elbow, physically steering her toward the altar. They reached the stone steps. The father did not smile. He simply peeled her fingers off his arm, dropped her hand into Alpha Lincoln’s massive palm, and stepped backward into the crowd without a single

“You got yourself a nice one over here.” I pretended to be flattered by the compliment, batting my eyelashes and giggling when appropriate. Ethan and Donatello’s conversation drifted away from his wedding and into the business of his company. I wasn’t really listening as more alphas approached us and surrounded Ethan. The energy around them was suffocating. So many alphas in one place resulted in a battle for dominance in the social hierarchy of th conversation. Luckily, one of the wives of the alphas approached and saved me from the group.

“That sounds pretty perfect to me, sweetheart. Do you agree?” “It does,” I hum. “We can finally be fated mates, Alpha and Luna, awaiting their pups.” “I am happy,” he says, kissing my cheek once. “I couldn’t imagine being happier.” I lean into his hold, his arm slung around my shoulder, and the pack begins leaving their seats to dance around the bonfire it joy and celebration. It makes me laugh to see such a small pack, so content with being insignificant to the world around them and finding such pleasure at their accomplishments of their Alpha and Luna finally fated to one another.

I thought for a while and then found a white ribbon in the cabinet and weaved it with my hair into a braid. After I had done it, I looked at myself in the mirror and said to myself, "Today is your wedding day." I didn't know what I was expecting, or maybe I was expecting nothing. I had learned that the man I was going to marry was the illegitimate child of the Alpha of the Vaughan pack. He didn't have a decent job and just idled on the street every day. Basically, he was good at nothing and was disdained by his pack. Just thinking of marrying such a man made me nervous. I was afraid that the man might be rude or slovenly. But what I was more afraid of was that if he did something illegal for

Then Liam stepped aside, blending back into the guests. More gifts followed. More blessings. More laughter. And as the line slowly shortened, I leaned slightly into Killian’s side, exhaling softly. “We did it,” I murmured. He glanced down at me, “We’re just getting started,” he corrected. The music shifted into something slower. Dancing would begin soon. And for the first time in my life, I wasn’t waiting for something to go wrong. I was simply standing beside my husband. My Alpha. As Luna of the pack.

‘SIXTH BRIDE SURVIVES ALPHA KILLIAN’S MARK; LEADER TO REVEAL NEXT MOVE IN PRESS CONFERENCE TO BE HELD TOMORROW MORNING AT NINE AM’ I read the caption three more times before my brain could register its meaning. Liquid terror courses through my veins like poison and it’s with trembling fingers that I hastily click on the post to get the full details. There’s a long write up which ends with a very majestic snapshot of Alpha Killian in a formal attire. The photo seemed to have been taken while he was speaking at an event. I read through the write-up which talks about the sixth bride, namely me, who has been able to survive the Alpha’s Mark and speculation of what the way forward would be. The w

Something inside me finally snaps. I stumble up to my feet. Caspian and Lycena stop kissing. The Head Elder coughs. “A-Alpha, h-how do we proceed?” she asks in a stuttery voice. “What sort of dumb question is that?!” Lycena snarls. “Get us married!” “Do as she says.” Caspian tells the Head Elder. The woman spares me a glance of sympathy before she goes ahead to obey her Alpha and her new Luna. “We are gathered here today to witness the union of Alpha Caspian King and his Chosen Bride and Luna, Lycena Bale. Now……”

“You are my only wish.” The cave spun. My breath caught as he went on, the words tumbling from him, unpolished but real. “Everything that’s happened…” voice came out cracking. “I don’t even know how it all slipped so fast. I wasn’t in control…I thought I was protecting you, thought rejection was the only way to keep you safe. But I was wrong. God, I was so wrong. And now… if this is the end, then let it be said. Larissa—you’re the only wish I ever had. “I don’t regret being Alpha. But I regret every second I lived without you by my side . “I always loved you. I always do. You're the only thing I’ve ever wanted.”

“With the wedding and inviting all the Alphas at the last minute, things are a mess. But it is nothing you can’t handle. It is tradition to host the Alphas and let them stay in the palace. You will greet them all one by one and then have a short meeting about any concerns they have in their region. I have slotted about thirty minutes for each. All the Alphas have accepted the invitation.” “Really.” “What Alpha wouldn’t want to come to your wedding after everything they have watched you go through?” My jaw dropped, and then I snapped it closed. She did have a point. I continued eating. “That will take most of the day. There is one new Alpha that you will meet at the end of the day.” “What pac

"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.