Novel & Cerita The Alpha's Unwanted Bride

The story that began with fear had ended with freedom. The Forbidden Bride had become a queen. The Alpha had become a leader. The prophecy had become nothing more than history. And the future belonged When the thought that everything was okay The second war began

"As you wish, Alpha." I leaned back in my chair, a sense of exhilaration coursing through me. The pieces were falling into place, each move calculated, each consequence meticulously planned. A triumphant grin stretched across my face. "And finally, Marcus," I began, relishing the power that dripped from my every word, "prepare the invitations. We're having a wedding." Marcus straightened, a hint of curiosity flickering in his eyes. "A wedding, Alpha? But to whom?" The question hung in the air, heavy with anticipation. I allowed a beat of silence to build before leaning forward, a dark glint in my eyes. "The bride, Marcus," I declared, my voice resonating with a chilling finality, "will be Ve

"But Alpha..." "Take," Dylan repeated coldly. "The measurements here. Don't make me repeat myself." An awkward silence reigned for a few seconds. Jordan turned his face away to hide a smile, while Scarlett glared at Dylan. Her hands fisted and she opened her mouth to protest, but he gave her a dark look, silently daring her to disobey him. In the end, she scoffed and turned away. Winona noticed the tension between her Alpha and his bride to be. She had heard the gossip that he planned to take a human bride, and everyone knew it was to break the curse on his bloodline.

“You should be directing those questions toward me.” “I am sorry, Alpha,” the priest apologized. “Do you accept Scarlett Blackstone as your wife and Luna?” With a smirk plastered on his face, he responded, “Yes, I do.” I swallowed my tears as the priest turned to face me. “Do you accept the Alpha as your Alpha and husband?” I fought back the tears, swallowing them down. “Yes, I do.” “Then, Alpha, you may kiss the bride.” I tensed, fully aware of what awaited me. My stomach tightened in dread, but I raised my head and forced myself to meet his cold eyes.

The Alpha stood in the middle of the room, fuming with anger, I'd never seen him all red and livid before, I'd never seen him angry at the girls before "How dare you two disobey my orders" he growled deeply and the two girls fell to their knees "do you know who you are, do you know what could have happened to you, do you know what would happened to us if The Prime Alpha learnt that his betrothed is an heavy drinker and a reckless party goer. Do you know what would happen to Wolfdusk Pack if the marriage between us and the head pack doesn't work out, why are you trying to destroy my plans? WHY!" The Alpha screeched, making the girls jolt and cower behind their mother who was all shaky and tea

“No, the women don’t interest me, not when I have you by my side.” Grayson joined us once again. “Enjoying the show?” he asked. He reeked of alcohol. Strangely, most Alphas I had come across were good-looking, but Grayson had somehow missed out on the good genes; I couldn’t look away from his crooked nose. “Yes, indeed.” Alexander replied. “Where is the bride?” He asked. “She is over there.” He pointed. My gaze followed his direction, and there I saw a girl—not a lady or a woman, a girl. She was beautiful, no doubt, but she couldn’t be more than fifteen.

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.

"You ditched me on the day of your pack induction ceremony. Do you have any idea how embarrassing that is? I came to ask—are you still joining, or what?" I could bet my life that Kent would turn around and leave without hesitation if I said no. "Of course, I'm joining!" My goal had been to settle unfinished business with the rogues. Kent stepped in front of me, shielding me with his body. "You hear that, psycho? This beautiful she-wolf is about to become family." The tension thickened. Another voice cut through the air as a fight was about to break out. Alpha King Andrew Amadeus of the Crimson Fangs Pack had arrived. His warriors seized Anthony, tying him up before he could resist.

And I think he would have written it down afterwards, in a hand nobody else reads. xxx She went down to the small room off the kitchen stair and wrote a letter, which I have read since. Not then. Later, and not from her. It is four paragraphs. It says what the bride wore at the north table and what the bride ate and that she ate it. It says the Alpha stayed one hour and forty minutes and said nine words. It says the east wing is warm, the household correct, the bride keeps her own hours. It is a good letter. It is the letter of a woman who does that carefully because somebody has told her what happens if she does not.

The kind you get when people aren’t sure if you’re about to bite their hand off or just start sobbing into your fries. Felt like I was the weirdest exhibit at the zoo, and they couldn’t tell if I was a threat or just some lost puppy. Not one of them got close, though. Fine by me. I wasn’t exactly in the mood for their half-hearted sympathy. I didn’t want their questions. The news had probably spread that their Alpha didn't want his mate. I slid into my room and nudged the door shut—didn’t bother with any dramatic slams or whatever, just enough so it clicked.