The Alpha's Substitute Bride Novels & Stories

“Shit. She’s backing out. Says she doesn’t want to be a surrogate or a contract bride. She says that she is searching for ‘true love.’” True love? My brows shot up. What kind of drama was this? “Shit. Everyone’s already gathered for the wedding. What do we do?” “You’re my beta. Think of something!” “And you’re Alpha Zander of ScarletMoon pack. This is your mess!” Alpha Zander? The infamous, mysterious Alpha? And a contract bride? What the hell was going on? My pulse quickened as an idea struck me. Since I had already lost everything, there was nothing to loose if I became Alpha Zander’s contract bride and surrogate.

Stubbornly staying alive to wait for him. As she saw herself through his eyes, she turned toward him. Her eyes glowed in his color. She smiled. “Didn’t I tell you?” Liam whispered. “That is our bride.” ---- Note: Do you want to see the visuals of this story? Follow our Ins-tagramm account: @sagastories.id. By the way, this story is available as a comic/w*****n. Just look for the same title "The Alpha's Replacement Bride" on W e b t o on app.

"My scent is none of your concern. I am the bride of your Alpha. You will show some respect." Kaelin stepped closer, her Alpha-blood pressure flaring. The air in the room grew heavy, a weight pressing down on my lungs. As a non-shifter, I couldn't push back. I could only stand there and take it, my knees trembling under the sheer force of her aura.

I hear movement, then a hand lifts sharply like he’s about to hit me. “You little—” Another guard immediately grabs his arm. “Don’t.” “What?” “Have you gone stupid?” the second guard hisses lowly. “She’s the Alpha’s bride for the ceremony.” Bride? My entire body goes rigid. “Alpha Keal specifically ordered that her face remains untouched,” the guard continues seriously. “Would you like to explain the bruises on her face to him yourself?” The first guard curses under his breath immediately and lowers his hand, but I barely hear them anymore.

He’s standing on a podium, with three microphones placed on the base with flags engraved with the packs seal stationed at both ends of the podium. He commences with greetings and a few formalities I’m not interested in. My heart skips a beat and I lock in when one of the journalists asks a question. Only his voice can be heard as the camera is zoomed and locked in on Alpha Killian. “Is it true that the sixth bride-to-be survived your mark, My Lord?” “That is true.” Alpha Killian replies curtly. His voice is taut with seriousness. “Does that mean she is your mate? And should we expect a wedding?”

“Tomorrow. You’ll join me for training. In front of the pack.” My smile didn’t falter. “Of course, Alpha.”i answered. “Not for a fight, just for a show” Ah. So he wanted a performance. A bonding moment for his wolves to believe in this marriage? “Fine,” I said. “But I want something in return.” His eyes narrowed with confusion “What?” I stepped so close our lips nearly brushed. “A tour of the mountain behind the pack house". He went still. Every muscle locked. “Why?”

The female Alpha laughed, swiftly skewering all the small fish Lola had brought with an iron prod, and asked, "How come you're here all by yourself? Where are your family members? Aren't you cold? Just wearing this thin skirt? Did you argue with your family and sneak out?" Lola didn't understand. The female Alpha finally realized something was wrong. She leaned over to Lola and asked, "Are you... an idiot?" In such cold weather, an Omega, wearing only a thin skirt, standing barefoot on the beach, without any cold-resistant clothing, her lips had changed color from the wind. She seemed unable to understand what people were saying, had no reaction, her face full of confusion. She held the hem

” Alpha Angelo swiped her off her feet and carried her in bridal style, he kissed her as he walked towards the penthouse. #THE END#

The wind was somewhat chilly. It was cool and embracing and for a while, it felt like it could sense the beautiful moment. The Alpha was going to celebrate his one year of being on the throne. It was a beautiful moment and every loose end was being tightened to make the occasion a blissful one. The cool weather blew into the house of the Alpha king; Alpha Raphael, the Alpha of the Blue moon park. Luna; Luna Kendra was seated, celebrating for the moment to come after all, her husband was the one being celebrated.

He added, snapping me out of my dazed thoughts again. Thank you moon goddess for making this possible. In a world of fated mates chosen by the moon goddess, choosing me means something deep, like recognizing a true bond. I smile wide, my eyes lighting up a bit as I loop my arm through his. His skin is warm, his muscles hard and strong under my touch, like the body of a wolf ready to pounce. “Harlan, we are finally mating…” He does not react much. He just nods once. Shortly, the dressing room door swings open, and the emcee’s voice booms through the hall. “Now, let’s welcome the alpha and his bride to the stage!”