Novel & Cerita The Secret Bride Of The Black Wolf

Her hands trembled slightly, and for the first time, I could see the nervousness in her eyes. "Moon Goddess," she began. "I ask you to bless me with my wolf tonight. Show me the way forward and guide me to my true mate." I felt a knot tighten in my chest, excitement and nerves swirling together. This was it. I was ready. Everyone watched as Alyssa closed her eyes, the light of the moon bathing her in a soft glow. The moment stretched on, the tension growing as we waited for the Goddess’s answer. Suddenly, a rush of energy swept through, a gust of wind sending chills down my spine.

Far from it, in fact; I thought he was a good-for-nothing philanderer, and he never liked being tied down to one woman for too long. Two years ago, after a drunken one-night stand that was fueled by his wolf’s frustration and my heartbreak, Ezren approached me with a proposal: marry him in secret, share… conjugal visits during the full moon to help his wolf calm down, and in return he would provide me with the financial means to run my pack. “Freya.” Ezren’s voice pulled me out of my thoughts. “Let me help you.” “No,” I said curtly, brushing past him. I wiped away my tears with a tissue, and in a moment, I was once again the cold, hard Alpha—not the scared girl who cried. “Whatever you want

His danger lay in how effortlessly he drew the world toward him, how impossibly magnetic he was behind that aristocratic reserve. Later, when she became his bride, heir to heir, he had adorned her in jewels and silk so fine they felt like a second skin. She had mistaken that tenderness as possession, proof that he had coerced her family or twisted her fate. Under Liana Vale and Victor Loan’s manipulation, she had believed the worst. And so she had repaid his devotion with treachery—leaking his secrets, undermining his holdings, delivering him a glass of poison with hands that shook from fear instead of guilt.

The roses tightened further, and he screamed in pain as his voice grew hoarse. “Promise me!” Her lips parted with a quivering sound as she prepared to respond— But before she could speak, the chamber doors burst open with a bang. A pack of wolves rushes in, their claws scraping against the marble floor, their eyes glowing and their teeth bared. Camela froze, gripping Vincent’s arm tightly. She breathed heavily in short gasps. The leader stepped forward, bigger than the rest, its fur as dark as midnight, and teeth bared. The leader growled like thunder, vibrating in Camela's bones, and said. “The bride belongs to us.”

Her mind kept repeating one sentence, over and over, like a candle flame refusing to go out: Please don’t let me ruin this. Because wedding dates were chosen. Expectations were set. And secrets don’t stay buried — not in families like Voss and Steele. Not with a best man like Ethan. Not with two months left. She turned a magazine page with shaking fingers, pretending to care about lace tablecloth patterns while her entire future trembled under her skin. Outside, wind rattled the branches. A storm wasn’t coming. It was already here.

The headline made my blood run cold. "Christopher Zane's Secret First Marriage Revealed: Billionaire's Past Hidden from Current Wife." My hands went numb as I took the phone from Claire, scrolling through the article with growing horror. According to the piece, Christopher had been married before, years ago, to a woman named Katherine Morrison. The marriage had lasted less than a year before ending in what was described as a "bitter and costly divorce." There were photos—grainy but unmistakable—of a younger Christopher signing what appeared to be legal documents, a beautiful dark-haired woman beside him.

Wolves and Lycans could barely share a border without bloodshed, yet here I was, binding myself to one of theirs. “For politics,” Mother had said. “For power.” And power, I liked. The grand oak doors groaned open, and silence fell over the gathered nobles. The bride appeared… My bride. She was draped in ivory, her face veiled. My jaw tightened. The spoiled daughter of the Beta known as a spoilt brat. Everyone’s eyes turned to her, but mine locked instantly as her scent hit me first.

I glanced at Alpha Silas, who sighed in response. "We are doing this," Elena declared. "Are you sure? Because--" Elena interrupted Alpha Silas, glaring at him before he could finish his sentence. "Then what do we have to do?" Elena asked. "After mating, the she-wolves of the pack collect water in a pot from the moon lake, which is said to be blessed by the moon goddess. After the shower, we provide you with a wedding gown. Then, all the she-wolves escort you down the aisle, followed by the same ritual for Alpha Silas. Emily officiates the wedding, and instead of exchanging rings like in the human world, we use a magic marker to draw a half crescent of the moon on your right wrist. Alpha Sila

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

I take a deep breath in, feeling my heartrate slow as I exhale. “Cassidy’s wolf’s name is Nina. Now Nina is a special kind of wolf. Some of you are already aware of Cassidy and Nina, some of you are aware of our history and the mythology surrounding it.” The crowd starts to chatter, theorising what Alpha is talking about. He holds his hand up and they fall silent. “Nina is an Elemental wolf.”