The Alphas Bride Novels & Stories

"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.

The ground present as the bare irreplaceable fact of wolves existing and being held as completely real by what had always held them. *Being is the ground. Everything else is love.* "Good morning," Lucas said. "Good morning," I said. The morning was the morning. The territory was the territory. The original bond was what it had always been. The Alpha's cursed bride had arrived at the destination the curse had always been obstructing — not a governance achievement, not a formal recognition, not the completion of a framework. Simply this. The hill and the bond and the territory and the life that was genuinely, completely, ordinarily hers.

Her parents were know longer on their knees they were leaving without as much as a goodbye, a small tear rolled down her cheek, she couldn't work out why she was surprised but it still stung to know they have brought her into this world just to abanded her now. Zayn rolled his eyes as the feeble beings before him began to leave their only daughter in the presence of a stranger without as much as a goodbye for the poor girl. "I don't believe I gave you both permission to stand or leave" his voice so loud and dominating it brought all in the hall to their knees. Yet his twelfth bride was still on her feet unfazed by his commanding Alpha tone, but at least this was the last of his offerings and

When he glanced at her, just briefly, she felt that strange tightening in her chest again. The bond stirred. He noticed. His jaw tightened almost imperceptibly. “Bring the bride forward,” an elder Alpha commanded. Seraphina walked. Each step echoed too loudly in the cavernous space. She kept her chin lifted, her shoulders squared, even as her heart beat a frantic rhythm against her ribs. This was not fear, she told herself. This was survival. “She’s small,” one Alpha remarked aloud, his eyes glinting silver. “Hardly looks capable of surviving a season in the North.”

NOVA'S POV The guards threw me to the Alpha’s feet the minute they brought me into his presence. "I thought you escaped the pack with my heir,” Alpha Ethan said with a bitter scoff. I looked up at him, noticing Aubrey, his new bride, the one who had now taken my place, sitting right next to him. But instead of bitterness to stir in my heart, I felt joy. Joy that it wouldn’t be long before I left this goddess-forsaken pack and formed a new alliance for myself with people who might come to care for me. Or not.

“No. But someone will rise for you.” --- A doorway opened without sound. Elira entered, flanked by two hollow-eyed priestesses, each holding a glowing bowl filled with silver liquid. Blood magic. “Your bond with the Alpha makes you vulnerable now,” she said, approaching me. “You’ve been softened. Molded. Your will is pliable.” “You don’t know anything about me.” “I know everything, child. I knew your grandmother. The flame witch. The last of her kind… until you.” “You’re wrong.”

And the crowd cheered more, when hearing it. Brianna, who also haven’t recovered drown more in his icy stare, she was still in cloud 9 but the f*cking pastor stopped everything and asked her to vow. and taking a big gulp, she opened her mouth, saying, “Okay, Alpha. I, Brianna Jones, accept you. Jack Nicholas Burkley, the only Alpha in Burkley, to be my mate. And I vow that I will love you until, the day I stop breathing,” And that vow, managed to turn the Alpha more, because heard her calling him Alpha…

A nervous smile tugging at his lips, awe wide in his eyes as he looked at me. Pretty. Polite. Weak. Nothing like the storm I hungered for. Well, it wasn't a long term marriage, I just have to kill his father and get the hell out of here. “Let the bride step forward,” the priest called, his voice carrying through the hall. My father’s hand closed around my wrist before I could move. Not a touch, an iron grip. “Do not forget why you’re here,” he murmured without looking at me, lips barely moving. “You are not marrying for love. You are walking toward a target. Every vow you speak is a lie meant to keep you close enough to kill the Alpha. Understand?”

Beside us were two older ladies, which I think were Lunas from another pack. “Finally, the Alpha King was about to get married. It’s about time,” uttered the older lady. She sipped some water from her glass before continuing. “I heard the Lady Ashley Blake, the bride, was a great she-wolf too being a Gamma daughter. They were a perfect match.”

They all walked out without saying a word, and I shook my head in question. “The woman is coming as an Alpha’s bride. She has to look like one. As far as I understand, she is an omega…” “I am an Alpha, but I am an outcast…” “An Alpha is an Alpha whether or not you want to admit it. You seem to be going high about being that demon’s heir that you forgot that IF you are an Alpha now, it is because you earned it by blood. The number of nights that I stayed up tending to your wounds are countless, and I know that you would have fought more if you had to.” She said, stopping me. “She is going to have to look like the Luna that she is supposed to be, and I am not going to start with her behavior…”