Novel & Cerita The Bride Of The Wolf King

That was the only time he ventured forth into the mortal world- this time to collect his prized possession. The Alpha of Alphas, King of All Werewolves was coming and with one singular intent. To meet his fated bride, the woman meant to be by his side and take the throne as the Queen of Werewolves... ***

he said firmly. “Do you both promise to love, honor, and cherish each other and make sure your future decisions are based on what is best for you and your species?” Creasing my brow, I eyed him strangely, and Donovan grinned slightly as he gave us both a blank stare. “That is not a wedding vow,” I murmured. “You both are being handfasted and announced as the King and Queen of all the wolf species. It must be done simultaneously because once you're wed the position is automatic,” the man explained curtly.

I could feel the intensity of whatever connection was between us. “I'm fine,” I looked away, just as the wolves' chants grew louder. “What are they saying?” “It’s the mating ceremony for the King and his Queen. An ancient wolf song of the goddess that is imbued with the magic and blessings of the goddess, it makes the bond stronger,” I watched his face as he spoke, swept up in the intensity of his gaze. Before I could mutter a word, another one of the supreme elders along with Esmira stepped forward.

"Say you'll marry me," Olivia felt her heart skip a beat. Titan Black, the Alpha of the prestigious Silver Crest pack, the overall ruler of the entire kingdom, and one of the most powerful wolves on earth with a stellar reputation of indomitable leadership was kneeling before her, a slave he rescued from the bottom of the Earth, presenting her with a 28-carat diamond million dollar ring, asking her to marry him. To take on the title of Luna officially and to be his bride, his queen forever. An actual marriage. An official marriage. "Yes," she said, blinking back tears. "Yes, I'll marry you,"

The announcer who had stepped away from her, tried to dissuade her but she kept her eyes on Ambrose. “The plaque of the First King stated that the White Wolf was the Inheritor of the King’s Seal. Are you the White Wolf?” He may not be the white wolf, but he was a brutal beast, moron! Laylin felt her own heart shiver just at the sight of the fuming beast. She shuddered, stepping several steps back as many else did. Princess Scarlet held out her hand and the stranger with strangely similar features and eyes as the Rakhbar Princess handed her a white wolf head glowing sculpture. It was the size of a real wolf’s head.

Every few minutes, she shifted closer to me, not because she wanted to, I realized, but because the other wolves were staring at her unabashedly, and I was the only safe harbor in the room. I didn't mind. When the time came for introductions, Marcus Volk took the stage. His voice boomed through the hall, welcoming the Alphas, their families, their entourages. "And now," he said, his eyes finding mine, "I'd like to introduce a new face to the summit. Alpha Kazimir Rossi, and his mate, Ariel Blondeau, the Blood Moon bride." The room went silent. I felt Ariel tense beside me. Felt her nails dig into my arm.

I forced out the words, barely coming out of my mouth. The wolf king stepped closer, close enough that I could see the faint scar on his face. “Leave us.”

"The ancient was awake. But he needed a vessel. After so many experiments and research, he came to know the descendant of a white wolf or a vampire nurtured by an original would be a perfect vessel for the ancients." "Unfortunately, the ritual was disturbed by Victoria. Andrea was the one who ruined the ritual and saved Lenora." Ophelia said. "But how could Adira be the white wolf? Maximus is a black wolf," Lenora stated. "Maximus is the son of the previous King's true mate. After the death of his first mate, he mated with another wolf. She was a white wolf. He married her on a prophecy. Later, she gave birth to Adira. Unfortunately, she passed away too for some sickness. For the sake of the

So she walked into Blackthorn territory wearing her mother’s old gray cloak and carrying nothing but stubborn hope. The path narrowed until branches scraped her arms. She could hear wolves in the distance, not howling, just low, rumbling growls that vibrated through the earth. Her pulse matched the sound. She told herself it was only nerves. She had heard the stories: tonight the Alpha of the Blackthorn pack would choose a bride under the blood moon. Not from among his own kind. Not this time. War was coming with the northern packs. He needed fresh bloodlines, stronger heirs. Desperate times called for desperate measures. And desperate packs sometimes accepted human offerings, if the price w