The Alpha Unwanted Wife Novels & Stories

As they turned off the lights and climbed into bed, there were no dramatic declarations. No grand gestures. Just two people who had chosen—again and again—to grow instead of retreat. To build instead of avoid. To love not because it was easy. But because it was worth it. And in that quiet understanding, the title that once defined her no longer held power. She was never his unwanted wife. She was his chosen one. And he was hers.

Before we could take three steps, the voice rang out again, this time more vicious and louder. “Would you all just watch our Alpha marry a dirty divorced woman?! What if she is a spy sent by her ex-husband?! Haven’t you all thought about this?!” We immediately paused. My eyes turned cold. But the voice continued. “Also, do you all remember that the one who was supposed to marry our Alpha was Michelle Alaska? But the moment this bitch appeared, not only did she steal someone’s fiancé, she also got pregnant out of wedlock and even made the Alpha cut ties with the Alaska family, who had always assisted us! Don’t you all think this is fishy?!”

he whispered. “Sure,” I corrected. “But you enjoy your position, don’t you?” He hesitated. “My family.. ” “Will remain safe,” I said smoothly. “As long as you cooperate.” His hand slowly reached for the envelope. “Understood,” he muttered. My phone buzzed suddenly. A news alert. I almost ignored it but the headline froze me. Alpha’s ‘dead’ wife returns to her former pack, reconciles with old husband after abandoning cousin. My grip tightened around the phone.

They all saluted, upon noticing my presence. “Where is my wife?" I asked ignoring their greeting. Caitlin was all I cared about, and untill I laid eyes on her, I wouldn't relent. “She left Alpha," One of the servants informed. Her words immediately pulled me aback. “Left to where?" I asked, narrowing my eyes at them. My tone high pitched, accentuating my anger. I left this idiots in charge of my jew for a few hours and now she is missing. How incompetent could they be.

"Alpha Raymond of the Ironfang Pack has officially refused to obey the Reform Charter." I stood up from my desk, my hands clenching into tight fists. "What has he done?" "Alpha Raymond has locked his packhouse gates and placed his wife, Lady Clara, in chains," Boris spat, reading from the urgent dispatch. "He sent this message back with our messenger: 'No Queen dictates what I do with my property. If Elara wants my wife, she can come tear down my walls and take her.'"

“I wish she had simply been the first one, the first time around . . .” “How’s that?” The woman stops smiling and leans in closer to me, her voice is a conspiratorial whisper. It's like a friend letting another friend in on a juicy secret. “You see, our Alpha here was once married to this woman's sister,” she confides. “Hideous thing, uh-huh. They said she was homely, but if you ask me, that one forced herself on the Alpha.” “Why do you say that?” The woman whispers, her breath smelling strongly of licorice. “According to the rumor, my child, she got the Alpha drunk and slept with him. Ain't that a bitch?”

"The pack belongs to both of us, little warrior. You open the festival." "Is that an Alpha command?" "It's a request from your husband," he murmured, leaning down until his lips brushed mine. The kiss was slow, deep, and tasted of sweet summer rain and mountain cedar. When he pulled back, his grey eyes flashed with that familiar, fierce golden light—not of a wild beast looking for a fight, but of a wolf who had found his home and would burn the world to protect it. I took his hand, lacing my fingers through his calloused ones, and turned to look out over the sunlit valley of Sun Ridge.

"He is the Alpha of this dominion. If he has to explain every geopolitical nuance word by word to a human, then why does he employ a director? He might as well run the entire mountain range on his own." "But you are his fated Luna! His wife!" I let out a bitter, humorless chuckle. "Yes, I am his wife. Putting aside the fact that his wolf despises my human birth and actively craves Isolde, he is still the absolute ruler of the Thorncroft Alpha Dominion while I am merely a director of the guild. Inside these stone walls, we are master and servant. If I am too dense to read the political landscape without him holding my hand, he might as well order me to sit in the birthing nest full-time."

I was dead silent for a moment. Damn! He was right. I forgot to think about the possibility. I thought that by killing my husband and his beta the problem would dissolve quickly. My husband has loyal men who support him. "Alpha, please don't worry about that issue. I can control them. I can make them surrender. I promise you that," I said, my voice shaky, my confidence fading fast.

She shifted her attention to the papers she was going over and asked. Annie said, "I did, but I called him instead," seeming really awkward. "Rae has forgotten that he has a wife somewhere. I wonder what's going on where he is." "You knew this would be the case when you married him." Annie became agitated when Lisa said, "An alpha has battles to fight, and sometimes they'll sacrifice family comfort to defend the pack." "Your son isn't engaged in a major battle, please pardon me, mother-in-law," as a wry smile tugged at her lips. "He left his family to go on an adventure with his former mate. I will never be okay with that."