Novel & Cerita The Alpha's Substitute Bride

A week later, everything returns to normal, where Nate does his business and gives all his time to his company, and Beatrice slowly tries things that might keep her busy so that she can't remember the pain from Quiver's death. As Beatrice is Quiver's Luna, she replaced him as the new Alpha of the Vougch clan, which the Beta already announced to all Vougch Clan members about the new Alpha.

It was appalling not to see the face of the Alpha amongst them. "We came from our pack to ask to know the reason why you haven't come and taken your bride. Months ago, we noticed your agitation in getting your bride out of the pack, but as the months went on, we never heard from you." One of the members of the pack spoke out loud. "I don't think I would be needing the bride again. I have found someone suitable for the throne and she is from your pack as well." They all held gazes of confusion as murmuring amongst themselves continued.

No explanation. "Laundry. Floors. The great hall fireplace before the morning meal. The east corridor windows." I looked at the list. Then I looked at her. "The Alpha's bride does not—" "The Alpha has not confirmed you as his bride," Heda said. Flat. Final. "Until he does, you are a guest of undetermined status. Guests of undetermined status contribute to the household." She left before I could respond. I stood in the doorway holding the list and understood three things at once.

I said, though my heart was beating too loudly. She studied me again, her gaze lingering on my face, my hair, my eyes. “Are you the new bride?” she asked suddenly. “The one everyone has been whispering about?” I hesitated. “Yes.” Her eyes widened again. “So it is true,” she murmured. “The Alpha has taken a bride. And it is you.” “You still have not told me who you are,” I said. She blinked as if realizing she had forgotten. “Mara,” she said. “My name is Mara Jonathan.”

After all, not a dump like this place. One of the alpha’s approaches me, one of the brothers who ceremony this is. I can see through their veiled attempt at this little get together they are after something, I know it. I cut right to the chase, not caring that I’m being rude. This is a business event, after all. “So, which girl is to be my bride?” I asked, scanning the crowd. There were a few beauties, to be sure, but nothing compared to back home. The alpha next to me clicked his jaw before pointing out the girl from earlier. I didn’t hear what else he said, but I smirked at the thought. Interesting. I think I could definitely have some fun with her.

She sobbed as her vision dimmed and her stomach roiled. The men snatched her back up as she sagged even more. “She’ll faint at the sight of el jefe’s pene grande.” Herrera cursed. “Tell Ysalane she will be punished if my new bride doesn’t please me in all ways.” Then he grabbed her chin, snapping her head up. “Until tonight, mi novia.” “I’ll die first, cerdo.” Angela forced the words out of her dry, swollen-tongued mouth. “No,” Herrera said, smiling. “You’ll only wish you were dead.”

But when we had finally returned, I found myself faced with a new challenge. The Alpha king, my mate, was no longer the man I remembered. He had become cold and distant, and had refused to make me his mate when he found out I had been living with the mortals. Instead, he had taken Tabitha as his bride and had cast me out of the pack, accusing me of giving out his weakness to the organization. As I made my way towards the castle, my heart heavy with grief and confusion, I wondered what had happened to the man I loved. Had he been brainwashed? Or was there something else going on?

Soon, Laura’s father passed my cold hand to Alpha Ryan whose face was bright as the morning sun, as he thinks he will be getting the love of his life. And with the wedding ceremony began. Vows were exchanged and it was time for the last thing that will bind us together forever. “Do you, Alpha Ryan, takes Laura Brent as your lawful wedded wife and also the Luna?” The priest asked and Alpha Ryan didn’t even waste a minute as he answered with a yes. “Do you, Laura Brent, take Alpha Ryan as your lawful wedded husband?” The priest asked as he turned his attention to me. Do I? A question that will hunt me even in my grave, because this isn't something I want. “Say something, Laura.” Alpha Ryan mum

"I will die of embarrassment if my husband throws his wedding ring on my face in front of many people." "Correction. She’s his ex-wife, as they are no longer married." It seems like everyone thinks this is over. Just because the Alpha is done with his speech, it doesn’t mean that I am done as well. "Ah. Watching this scene makes me feel sick," Beatrice, the Alpha’s lover, butts in while throwing herself at him.

“And who the hell here is hiring maids with such low morals? Clinging to an engaged man in broad daylight—have you no pride, you pathetic social climber?” ​“Thomas,” Dianne barked, looking at the butler who had followed her in. “Who is this woman? Kick her out! I won't have the staff touching my fiancé like a slutshow!” ​Thomas stepped forward, his face a neutral mask. “Miss, please compose yourself. This is Miss Coralina, and she is to be the Alpha’s bride.” ​Dianne’s breath hitched with disbelief. “Alpha’s bride? I can have your head for such a blasphemy! I am his fiancée, I have been his fiancée for seven years! How dare you say this to my face?”