The King’s Chosen Bride Novels & Stories

“What a darling question, Olivia. I’m sure you have an answer that would satisfy her, don’t you, Nathan?” “I do,” Nathan said. “A private choosing ceremony was held with only the King, Queen, and myself present. After the… results of the last elimination, our numbers were left off-balance. The King and Queen thought it best to even the numbers again. And the choosing ceremony provided the result.” Olivia’s face was politely neutral, but I doubted she believed such an obvious lie. For the choosing ceremony to select Bridget, Nicholas’s previous entanglement, from a list of every single woman in the kingdom felt like a longshot at best, pure deception at worst.

What made things worse was that they were not even given a chance to mourn for Prince Kayziel immediately took over the Kingdom and declared that he was going to marry their Queen. The bride, The Queen Mother, once radiant in her finery, now appeared pale and hesitant, her eyes red-rimmed from crying. She clutched the bouquet of white lilies in her hand tightly, unable to stop thinking about her second child, Zedekiel, whom Kayziel had reported dead. In a span of months, she had lost her husband and two children. The third was alive but locked up in a dungeon and the fourth was sitting a few feet away, being forced to watch her Mother marry her uncle. The entire wedding was an abomination bu

She furrowed her eyebrows at him in confusion. With a serious expression, Alpha Miller looked at his son. “He won’t be making his debut until he chooses his bride. Keeps the ladies on their toes.” The alpha winked at the girls while he lightly punched his son on the arm. Jack and Marian made their way to the small group. “It’s going to be awkward as hell, but you won’t know who he selects until then, either.” Marian kissed the alpha on his cheeks as she greeted them. “The prospective brides will line up on stage, each introduced with their title, and then the King will choose his bride in front of the whole assembly.”

“There are many others who would gladly become your bride. Some you already know.” “And what makes you think that?” Drogo asks. “We heard how hateful you were the first night you saw her.” “Then you were misinformed.” “You could have any woman you want,” the King says sharply. “Why her, of all people? Why not separate from her once you get what you want?” He inhales sharply. “If you truly want a bride, there are plenty in the palace. I can arrange one.” Drogo growls. His aura shifts, and I feel the tension ripple through his muscles.

The families, the engagement, the rumors, and the old love that once trapped me all felt very far away. I once thought leaving Lucas meant losing my future. Later, I learned I had only stepped out of someone else's script and started writing my own name. I took Noah's arm and walked into the light. Tonight, there was no shadow. Only my kingdom.

I quickly snapped those thoughts to the back of my mind as I walked out of my room, heading straight to the hall for whatever shitty announcement that is to be made which was not going to be in my favor Was King Derek going to reject me? What was Abigail going to do with me? I wondered since I am now at the mercy of the Sinclairs. Not surprisingly, there were a lot of people in the hall. I stood among the crowd, and from my standing position, I sighted Derek at the podium. Well, this announcement is about Derek. I could instantly guess what was about to happen when I saw a pretty woman standing close to him. My suspicions were proven accurate when King Derek suddenly announced, "I have chose

“You didn’t choose her because of a debt or a letter, Adrian. You chose her because you actually saw her. That’s the only version of this Eleanor ever wanted.” Vivian had gone very still throughout the exchange, and when she finally spoke, her voice had lost every trace of its earlier composure. “So all of it—my whole life spent preparing to be chosen—was never even the point. It was never supposed to be an obligation to fulfill at all.”

My foster sister, Sylvia Blackwood, was so terrified of being bonded to the cold, merciless Alpha King that she rigged the lot the moment it was my turn to draw. I pulled out the Alpha King. The whole hall erupted. I looked toward my fated mate, Raymond Hale—but he wasn't looking at me. His eyes were locked on Sylvia, and only her. My brother, Carl Blackwood, didn't call out the switch either. He just let them whisper and laugh. I stood there frozen, eyes burning red. Everyone treated it like a joke. They never thought I'd actually go through with bonding with a wolf that dangerous. But staring at the same faces who once swore they'd love me forever—I finally knew. I was done. I was leaving.

All of them frozen, all of them looking down at a single tablet lying flat on the wood. I didn't need to see the screen. I already knew. The King Kneels to the Seamstress. Under it, the photo. My fingers on Ambrose's throat. His head tipped into my palm. Mara stepped out of the crowd. She had her phone in her fist and dark circles under her eyes. "It's been ringing since five," she said. "Three investors. The Crown Press Office. A woman from a bridal magazine." She took a breath. "She wants to know if you're available for the King's wedding."

My hair was also a simple bun at the back of my head, with a jewelled clip to hold my veil in place. The bridal gown was pure white and simple. The skirt was flowing with a slight train and the sleeves were lace. Although my father had objected to the ‘unconventional dress’ at first…but he had changed his mind at the last minute when my groom’s father, and by father’s good friend, Mr. Davis, had reminded him that this was the twenty first century and women dressing in lace sleeves was appropriate enough. And yet…Mr. Davis hadn’t thought that arranged marriages should’ve been left behind in the nineteenth century either.