The Thunderforge Alpha's Contract Bride Novels & Stories

I watched him in silence, waiting for how he was going to crawl out of this pit that he just dug for himself. “Zephyr, I mean, Lycan Alpha, why pray tell would I need a bride? I am quite content with the way my life is. I was talking about you, your bride. Your marriage would be a powerful message to everyone who tries to mess with us in the future,” Thane said to me, and I ensured to play it out like I was a little confused.

One of the elders requested a refill of his wine, and I immediately went to him, pouring a cup before returning to my corner. "Let's begin," the councilman said as he opened a box and removed a letter from it. "What I have in my hand here is a letter from the old Alpha. May he lay peaceful at the feet of the moon goddess," he said, and everyone murmured a prayer in agreement. "I shall begin to read his letter," the councilman said, and everyone listened attentively as he spoke. **By my authority, I decree:** **My son and Beta, Kieran of the Storm Fall Pack, shall become Alpha upon his marriage to omega Astoria, daughter of a man whose name shall not be spoken.**

he replied, his words dripping with a sense of betrayal and resentment. The mention of Freya's name triggered a shocked response from Sylvia. The Freya she knew was someone she had known, someone who had been through life and death with her, and someone she believed to be a kindred spirit. Could this be the same Freya who had a hand in orchestrating this chaos? Doubt and disbelief mingled in Sylvia's thoughts. Amidst the escalating tension, Jason's commands directed the witches to harness their powers and seek ancestral intervention for protection. Simultaneously, the hunters armed themselves with advanced weaponry, preparing to unleash their assault on the Alpha.

My lips parted with shock as his touch kept sending more waves of shocks and tingles all over my body. "I... don't... get you, Alpha..." "Don't call me Alpha or Alpha King. Call me Thorne." He whispered, his eyes locking into mine again, his thumb now placed on my chin as I nodded, not sure why he wanted me to call him Thorne. Wasn't he the one that wanted me to be a maid? "I need to leave now, alp... Thorne." I whispered, almost breaking his rule. "Why do you want to leave... aren't you my bride? Have you forgotten your duty... you are my breeder, aren't you..."

On a norm, she would have found a way to drag me to a corner at any time of the day and grill the question out of me. “Will you believe me if I say it was a miracle?” I asked, refusing to look at her as she lay by my side. “Miracles have a source, you know. So what’s the source of this one?” She asked, and I let out another sigh. How was I going to tell her I was entering a contract marriage with not just an Alpha but an Alpha Lord? She wasn’t going to judge me, but I couldn’t fashion the right word at that moment.

My voice grows louder as Adam lets me take the stage, “Everything is there in those papers, the transactions. There are interviews with those girls. They are willing to testify how they were forced to come here under the guise of mating other males and then forced to become your mistresses and then disposed of into the red-light district. The previous Alpha was also doing something similar, but it wasn’t this bad. Jason took it a step further by looking for females in his own pack, females he was supposed to protect!” “Shut up, you stupid bitch!” Jason lunges at me, only to be thrown back by Adam. “Don’t put your hands on my pregnant mate!” He snarls. Jason’s eyes widen, “P-Pregnant? What?”

NOVA'S POV The guards threw me to the Alpha’s feet the minute they brought me into his presence. "I thought you escaped the pack with my heir,” Alpha Ethan said with a bitter scoff. I looked up at him, noticing Aubrey, his new bride, the one who had now taken my place, sitting right next to him. But instead of bitterness to stir in my heart, I felt joy. Joy that it wouldn’t be long before I left this goddess-forsaken pack and formed a new alliance for myself with people who might come to care for me. Or not.

A vise-like grip locked around her elbow, yanking her backward with brutal strength. “Where the hell do you think you’re going?” Thorne snarled, spinning her around. His golden eyes blazed with fury and confusion. The carefully controlled mask of the Alpha had cracked, revealing the dangerous predator beneath. Around them, guards were already forming ranks, drawing weapons, shifting partially into wolf form as the sounds of battle grew louder. “You’re not going anywhere, little bride,” he growled, pulling her flush against his hard chest. “This ceremony isn’t finished, and I don’t release what’s mine.”

A human woman, riding beside the Fenwick Alpha as though it were the natural order of things, dressed in dark riding clothes with her hair back and her spine straight and her grey eyes moving across the assembled faces with the calm assessment of someone who had been walking into rooms like this since before any of them had reason to notice her. He watched them watch her and he watched her notice them noticing her and not let it show. The first alpha reached them before they had dismounted. Lord Fenrich of the Salten Pack, a broad man with silver in his hair and the ease of someone whose confidence had never once been seriously threatened. He came forward with a smile that was technically co