The Thunderforge Alpha's Contract Bride Novels & Stories

“I’m Alpha Freya Thornhart of Silvermoon Pack. I’ve been trying to reach you about a potential partnership opportunity.” Anderson, a distinguished-looking man with silver hair at his temples, finally turned to acknowledge me. His expression was carefully neutral, but I could tell that he was frustrated by the glint in his eyes.

Any future children would not be treated as political possessions to be claimed without my consent. The steward appeared surprised by how carefully I examined every clause. “Most brides leave these matters to their husbands.” “Then most brides should read their contracts.” He lowered his eyes to hide his reaction. I signed the final document and returned it to him. As he gathered the papers, I noticed a sealed envelope tucked beneath the ledger. The crest on it belonged to Bloodfang. My stomach tightened. “That letter arrived today?” The steward glanced at it. “Yes, my lady. It was delivered to the Alpha’s office.”

Perhaps, if all goes well, it’ll be the world we wake up to. As for tonight, as the world rages around us, this moment of peace will need to be enough. There is no music, no audience to applaud as the doors open, and the first two brides are brought down the aisle to meet their mates and future husbands. The first is none other than my ex-wife, the shewolf I married as Alexis Greystone. Everything is so different now that it feels like a lifetime ago, and I guess in many ways it is because she isn’t Alexis anymore, she’s been reborn as the hybrid princess Amaryllis Thorpe, daughter of the previous alpha king and his true mate, the most powerful witch still living.

"Are you trying to negotiate with me in front of my entire pack?" "I'm trying to make sure you keep your promises." He stares at me for several seconds. "Fine. Now answer the question." The elder records the conditions in front of the witnesses before turning his attention back to me. "Violet, do you accept Alpha Darius as your husband?" I close my eyes for a moment. "I do," I answer, barely above a whisper. The elder declares our union before the Moon Goddess. Darius slips a wedding ring onto my finger, and when it's my turn, I do the same with trembling hands.

Vessa sat to Orion's left, where she had been sitting since she arrived. I was at the far end of the table. One of the eastern lords a broad man with grey in his hair and the confidence of someone accustomed to being the most powerful person in any room looked down the table at me during the first course and said, loudly enough that the nearby conversation paused: "I was told the Alpha King had taken a human bride. I did not realize she would be seated so far from him. Is this a Fenwick custom or simply a preference?" The table went quiet.

My golden eyes flared in total shock, while Selka and Mirelle both gasped, their bodies going completely rigid. Believing her words had finally struck paralyzing terror into my chest, Nythra’s tone turned even more triumphant, her dark eyes gleaming with malicious joy. "High Alpha Vickon’s blood-nephew and heir, Thorne Blackwynd, is my betrothed Alpha!" Me: "..." Selka: "..." Mirelle: "..." My lips twitched as my inner wolf let out a dry, incredulous snort. "Is that so? My she-wolf is practically shaking in her boots."

The sheer heat coming off his body was overwhelming, setting off that strange, hot pulse under my skin that made my knees feel weak. The old woman raised her hands, her deep, raspy voice echoing across the silent clearing. "We gather under the gaze of the Moon Goddess to bind the Alpha of Blackthorn pack to his chosen bride." My breath caught. The Moon Goddess? Alpha? What is she talking about? Is this some kind of cult?

Blaise explained, smoothly continuing from where I left off. "Alpha Thorton wants his daughter to marry my brother, Ronan Kingsley, in exchange for supplies. Despite the pack’s issues, my brother is unwilling because he only wants to marry his fated mate. Thunderstrike has threatened us with a food blockage if we do not proceed with this marriage. You are our only choice." Milo’s hands clenched into fists. Thankfully he was not holding any apples because if he had, his hands would have been drenched in apple pulp from how hard his hands were clenching.

a female voice shouts, "you've forgotten how you worshiped this pussy that night, spilling your seed inside it over and over again." My hand covers my mouth at her words, Braddock's voice booms, "you're insane, that never happened." Another voice speaks, it's familiar, "Alpha Braddock you wrote this contract and it clearly states "if your chosen mate bares an heir that she shall retain the title of Luna and you both shall raise the pup until it is of age to run the pack."

She leans into it slightly, her posture softening just enough to let him ground her. "Lir," Marcus warns, his hand clamping firmly onto my forearm under the table, his voice sharp with absolute urgency. "Control your aura. The room is suffocating." I pull a breath through my teeth, forcing the suffocating pressure of my Alpha dominance back behind my ribs before the council guards draw their weapons. The ambient temperature in the room, which had dropped to a freezing chill in a matter of seconds, slowly normalizes. "The Silvercrest treasury cannot sustain another quarter of unaligned Southern trade," the lead elder announces from the podium, his voice cutting through my internal storm. "The