Novel & Cerita The Forsaken Bride Book

“Orphaned. Penniless. No one who would miss you if you disappeared.” “Please,” I whispered. “Please let me go.” He smiled. It was not a kind smile. “Let you go?” He reached out and traced a finger down my cheek. His touch was cold. “I don’t think you understand your situation. You are not a guest here. You are not a bride. You are payment for a debt.” He leaned closer, his lips almost brushing my ear. “And I always collect what I am owed.”

I was a wolfless daughter, unwanted by my pack and ignored by my father. On my eighteenth birthday, he finally gave me a gift: a death sentence. I was chosen to become the eleventh bride of Tyrant Conri, the Alpha King feared by the entire realm. Ten wives had entered his palace before me. Ten had died, torn apart by the tyrant’s own hands. But before I could be sent to his bed, I was attacked in a dark alley—and saved by a stranger with burning green eyes. He touched me. Kissed me. Marked me. Then vanished before the bond could be completed. Now I am trapped in the palace of the monster king, wearing the title of his bride, while my body still remembers the man from the alley. I don’t know

The title is almost erased. But one word remains clear. CALLING. His heart rates picks up. He opens it without hesitation. He turns the pages. Pages of ritual alignments. Of Chosen bloodlines. Of something older than the throne itself. Then- He finds it. The Summoned Bride. His jaw tightens. “This is real.” “It is, but it has been abandoned.” his mother replies. “Why?” “Because no one survived the last one,” his mother replies. “What does that mean?” Grayson asks.

Thinking I was kept in the dark, Lana breathed a sigh of relief and said happily, "That's good. Take good care of the wedding arrangements. After the baby is born, I'll hand over the company to you and be a housewife." I did not respond but silently opened the wedding invitation, looked at the name on it, and sneered. She had no idea that I already had someone else as the bride, although the wedding was proceeding as planned. The bride's name on the invitation was not Lana Piller. It was Mabel Dawson, my childhood sweetheart. Lana always thought I had no other choice but her, which was why she always acted so superior, thinking she had me completely under her thumb. However, little did she k

Every detail was sharp: the faint scent of her perfume, the soft glow on her skin, the way her eyes flickered when she noticed me noticing her. I didn’t know then that she would ruin me. That she would haunt my dreams, my thoughts, my every waking moment. I didn’t know that every glance after this one would be charged with something forbidden, something intoxicating. All I knew was this: The bride shouldn’t have looked at me first. But God, my chest ached for her to look again and consume me entirely. I wanted her to look again.

I swallowed, unable to put the doom that will before us all, in a full sentence. King stopped pacing. “We could lose her too. We can’t let that happen.” A silent, suffocating panic pressed against my chest. “We won’t,” I vowed. “Even if I have to tear every kingdom. I’ll find the shadow bride and end her before she brings doom to us all.” King hummed approvingly. “Good. Ravenna is ours. The Shadow bride seems to be going after her to get back at us.” I thought about what he said. Could that be the reason?

I could do nothing but hug him. "I vowed to never return to a claiming. The years of loneliness start eating at you. I finally knew I could not stay away. Our brides are not just sexual partners, they're companions. When a bride's body is old and frail, unable to perform sexually, it matters not. Friendship fills all voids and a dragon is satisfied. The terrible part is knowing our time is limited once it reaches that point. I flew to your claiming vowing to never love again. Forgive me, bride, for it is you who will suffer the most. Please. Just... be my friend."

And I dont really know what am I missing. I force my chin higher. "Then explain it." The elder woman tilts her head, and for the first time I see it, the faint scar circling her wrist like a brand. "If you give your blood," she says slowly, "you don’t just claim us." Her eyes darken until there’s no white left at all. "You bind your life to ours. You bleed here… you belong here. Forever." Just like Atlas belongs at Black River, forever. And I may not be sure about many, many...many things, but one is clear as day. Atlas will never leave me here. He won't let us part.