The Bride Of The Wolf King นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"Please, my Lord... give us one more chance. We promise not to fail this time. Our last attack was almost a success. But something strange happened... it was the King's bride.. "Yes, my Lord," the wolf continued. "The poisoned arrows we shot... they stopped in the air before hitting her. I saw her eyes. There was something powerful, something unnatural in them." The man in the cloak began pacing slowly. His hands were behind his back, fingers clenched. The sound of his boots echoed across the room. He stopped and looked at another wolf. "And you? What do you think?" he asked him sharply. The second wolf cleared his throat. "My Lord, I think we should try to capture the King's bride. She seem

This time it was a straight ahead, her beauty was amazing. "Welcome to the Wedding you all have been waiting for." Egnar started his speech. "It's beyond honor to be your King." I heard the gasp of the crowd but it was very silent. "Yes, I am to be your King and Valerie here, the White Wolf will be your Luna after the mating bond." This time the crowd didn't bother if they will get whipped, they'll screamed at once. I looked at my brother. It's been a long time since anyone has seen a white wolf. "That explains her hair." I whispered to my brothers.

he whispered proudly, making me blush harder. ‘My one true mate, my King.” I responded with a smile, our eyes fixed on each other, appreciating and adoring ourselves. He finally sat down on the high throne, the throne of the true blood king of all wolves, the Golden throne. As soon as he took his seat, the wolves below bowed their heads in submission, acknowledging him as their rightful ruler. The air was filled with a sense of reverence and awe, as the packs pledged their loyalty and support to their new king and queen.

Helping her up to stand next to me before Elder Andrews. “We are everyone gathered here today to witness the wedding between two wolves in love and with that the crowning of our queen. We all know the story about how our king, lost his fated mate just hours after meeting. We have waiting a long time and hoped that our king would get to experience the hardest form of love for wolves. The sort of love that doesn’t come with a fated matebond. But a love that was found and build strong and special. This young woman melted that from his own words, his frozen heart. She showed his care, warmth, love and that it is okay to be not okay, and okay go take the help you need to heal what was broken.”

he snapped. “And so do we.” I stepped closer, trailing a finger over the ink on his chest, kill marks, pack marks, victories he’d earned long before I crashed into his life like a beautiful disaster. “We take a major pack,” I said softly, “and we solidify our territory. Fear grows. Our name spreads. The Wolf King will be too busy coddling his pregnant mate to notice.” His eyes flashed hot. There it was, the soft spot. The Queen. The hunter-whore that the Kingdom was marrying.

She was screaming with all her might and my wolf commanded me to face her. Now, I will definitely face her. The doors to my quarters swing open, ushered by the silent hands of omega wards. I walk past the receiving area, stepping deeper into the shadows where the bed dominates the room like a battlefield. My boots come off as I reach the edge of the rug, and my eyes lock onto the form beneath the sheets. The faint outline of her figure is barely visible, but it’s there—small. According to Basgiath’s tradition of bonding, the bride must be stripped bare, to make it easier for her husband to have access.

They preferred playing safe. I could also tell that some of these guests were waiting for the bigger plays to make their stand on the changes before commenting. How pathetic. Eventually, the star of the show appeared. "Lady Layla Skull, Crown Prince Adrian Skull and his newly wedded bride, Lady Camille Skull— Future Queen of the Wolf Kingdom." I turned to face them just as the rest of the guests arose to greet them. They appeared with their heads held high and they began to descend the stairs while waving at the people.

He was a nightmare forged in hell's bellows: part lupine fury, part abyssal horror, tail lashing with a barbed tip that drew blood from stone. The beast rampaged, tearing through iron gates, scattering guards who fled in terror. Howls shook the night, a symphony of rage and loss. Elian watched, pulse thundering in his spectral form, as the monstrous wolf paused amid the chaos, massive head swiveling. Those eyes—Kael's eyes—locked onto him. Straight through the veil of vision, piercing Elian's essence with unerring focus. The wolf's lips peeled back in a grotesque snarl, voice rumbling like grinding gravel, laced with the devil's echo. 'So... you are the Chosen Bride. The one who dares gaze u