The Secret Bride Of The Black Wolf Novels & Stories

​I wrapped the cloak tighter around my shivering frame, wincing at the cruel irony that the only thing keeping me warm was Kael's discarded garment. ​Then I heard it. A howl—low, deep, and horrifyingly close. ​My wolf stirred weakly inside me. Run. ​I didn't hesitate. I spun around and sprinted. ​Branches clawed at my arms and my torn gown snagged on exposed roots, but I couldn't stop. Behind me, heavy footsteps crashed through the underbrush. One. Two. Three... four sets of paws. ​My heart hammered against my ribs as I tried to force my wolf to shift, but nothing happened. Severing the mating bond had left her severely wounded, and the blood loss and exhaustion had drained whatever strength

My happiness would be waiting for me. Unexpectedly, the real ceremony of my wedding would become such a mess. Biting cold wind blows. The Black Pack was crowded by loads of unfamiliar werewolves who are just standing in front of the central clearing of the Black Pack. They, murderous and rude werewolves of the black Pack, were the spectators of my wedding. I could see their playful and disdainful gaze and hear their sarcasm towards me. All of these made me place more and more resentment on the bridegroom of this wedding, Abraham, the Alpha of black Pack, a man who claimed himself as my mate.

She mumbled. “I know we are not here to just stroll, So can you explain what you meant by what you wrote in this paper.” He showed the paper that she had passed to him earlier. “My name is Crystal. Forget my surname, I will rather not be called by that name.. And what I wrote in that paper is self explanatory. Mr.Logan, I want to Marry you.!” She dropped the bombshell at him. Logan still looked at him with no change in his facial expression, “I understand that part, The part I want to talk about is this part of saving my life”

One male stood up and finally three stood, but when the first two saw a smartly dressed wolf at the back stand up, they promptly sat. “That Gerald, we’ll at least he’s aged well.” “I, Gerald Holt Alpha of the Blackwood Wolves, pick up this hunt. April Barra, Beta of the Craven Fang. Your single days are numbered.” His face broke out into a grin of pure pleasure. “Run!” April didn’t respond in words. She ran from a room full of Alpha wolves and other high-ranking wolves. There was no disputing it. A mating hunt in April was called. Thomas wasn’t sure who took the video, but it was all there. Right down to the woman Victoria acting as officiant and doing the entire traditional formalities.

“Lucian, that’s impossible—someone forged it—” “That is your script. We both know it,” he said, voice sharp. He continued. “He won't find out I used black magic for a mate bond. With that, he will have to claim me faster, so the pup will look like it's his.” Hazel. I staggered backward, terror and disbelief crushing me He didn’t blink. He didn’t breathe. “Hazel Valenhart,” he said, voice final, cold. “I reject the mating bond. This was fabricated with black magic. A trick. A lie; A way into my pack.”

“But the gown changes.” Silence. Thick as the truffle foam. Julian sputtered. “The what? Cass, the trust—” “The trust,” Cassian interrupted, “is my concern.” He pushed back from the table, chair scraping like a death knell. “She’ll wear black.” Black? My breath caught. Blondes don’t wear black. Grandma’s monocle shattered in her grip. “Absurd! The Drevane bride wears ivory!” Cassian didn’t flinch. “Then find another blonde.” He turned to me, his voice held something raw. “This one wears black.”

The air was thick with anticipation as Ethan stood at the altar, his eyes fixed on the entrance, waiting for his bride to appear. A hushed silence fell over the courtyard as the bride, ethereal in her beauty, made her grand entrance. Ava, Ethan's beloved sister and his most trusted confidante, walked beside her, her smile radiating warmth and love. The guests marveled at the sight, captivated by the bride's grace and the palpable love that enveloped the couple. The ceremony proceeded, guided by the words of the pack elders, who spoke of love, commitment, and the sacred bond shared by werewolves. Ethan and his bride exchanged vows, their voices filled with sincerity and devotion, pledging to

This would mean they wouldn’t have to unnecessarily bear the brunt of being a member of the strongest pack in this world. Despite being the one who was sacrificed, I didn’t make my steps falter or my hands tremble. No, I was Kathryn Black, the eldest daughter of the Alpha, a rare wolf in our world and I would not be daunted by this. Astrid, who usually snarks at this statement, remained quiet.

"Honey! Finally. Come back to the den with me." I recoiled, ripping my arm away. "Let go! Who are you? You’ve got the wrong wolf." "I don't think so. You're Sierra, right? Bob and Mary Bowen signed the papers. They took ten thousand silver for your hand. By the laws of the wild, you’re my mate now." I felt a wave of nausea. Bob and Mary had literally sold me to a mountain dweller like an animal. In this age of industry and pack law, they were trying to use ancient, illegal "bride-price" tactics.

~ Sortitus ~ I, Sortitus Breackorn, Alpha King of the Black Wolf Clan, accept you Here ---- " My oath could not be continued when the adjacent buildings suddenly collapsed and the chairs, tables, and decorations were scattered. The large glass windows were broken when an orange wolf flew out after being thrown by a black wolf. The long wait is over. Today, I will marry the woman I love, Heres, my childhood best friend, who, despite not being my fated mate, we ended up falling in love with. Our wedding was held in the very realm of the Radisworn pack, the red race of wolves from which Heres hails. Many werewolves attended our fancy wedding; all the red and black wolf packs were here with my f