The War God Alpha's Arranged Bride Novels & Stories

She manages to do something honorary and suddenly, everyone worships her and now she thinks she’s the goddess, forgetting that she-wolves and stupidity will never be far from each other. Another Alpha came out of the hall with his wife’s hand in his, ready to leave. His name was Alpha Raymond. “Thank you so much for honoring my visit, Alpha Raymond. I do hope we can become allies and help each other out in the the future,” Jakub repeated. “Yes, of course. My wife and I decided quickly that we would love to sign a pact with you. By the way, you should have called more people out to see those marvellous fireworks. It’s such a shame that only my wife got to see them.”

“Oh, lovely.” The vampire chuckles. “The last Ultimate Alpha didn’t feel the same way you do. He was right chuffed with himself…massive ego, and an unbearable pain in the arse, but he was a fantastic war strategist and he led us to victory in the end. You will too.” “Yeah well,” I mumble. “The war isn’t here yet. I may not survive until then. First, we have to find our wives.” “Or we could let them go. Get new ones.”

Whatever comes. Her phone buzzed on the nightstand. A message from Adaeze. Victor is contained. But three southern alphas just crossed the border with their combined forces. They are calling for the human mate to be surrendered as tribute. The council is split again. We need you both at the hall by dawn. Zara showed Damien the screen. He read it and set the phone aside without a word. His arms tightened around her. The war Victor started was not over. It had only changed shape.

Fuming in anger, I tapped on the recorder to hear the play, a malicious tone quickly resonating in the air, " Good day,Alpha Don. Remember me? Well, of course. We are buddies in bad deeds after all. Anyways, you must be angered already to hear that our man has stopped your recent trade. Don't think that we are calling it a war. It's just a token to remind you of the promise that your father made to us. My daughter has fled away from home to marry her human boyfriend. As far as I remember, your younger brother was betrothed to my daughter in their childhood. Now, I want your brother to find her as soon as possible before she gets married and locks her up or whatever he wishes. I don't care! I

Williams's tensed body eased down a bit, knowing that he was on his Alpha's good book. If there was anything Williams had learned in the past was the danger of daring to think for one second that he could piss his Alpha. The man was the one who trained him to be the soldier he was today and he was certainly never going to trade that for anything in the entire planet. "Go get her and bring her to me" His Alpha instructed. The Alpha wanted to bless their union and he knew that when the war would start, there would be no breather for anyone of them.

Then, he named his Mercenary Troupe the Blood God Mercenary Troupe. Their sense of naming was... crude. ---- Note: Do you want to see the visuals of this story? Follow our Ins-tagramm account: @sagastories.id. By the way, this story is available as a comic/w*****n. Just look for the same title "The Alpha's Replacement Bride" on W e b t o on app.

The ground present as the bare irreplaceable fact of wolves existing and being held as completely real by what had always held them. *Being is the ground. Everything else is love.* "Good morning," Lucas said. "Good morning," I said. The morning was the morning. The territory was the territory. The original bond was what it had always been. The Alpha's cursed bride had arrived at the destination the curse had always been obstructing — not a governance achievement, not a formal recognition, not the completion of a framework. Simply this. The hill and the bond and the territory and the life that was genuinely, completely, ordinarily hers.

“You dared to abandon your pack for a monster who never returned your feelings only to return empty-handed?” Her shoulders trembled, unable to say a word in reply. Alpha Leo’s gaze slid to me then, sharp and assessing. His lips curled with disdain. “And you,” he added. “Thank you… for bringing her back.” The words sounded polite, but the contempt underneath them was unmistakable. He turned back to his daughter. “I have already arranged your marriage to a more suitable man within this pack. The wedding will take place as soon as the visiting Alphas return to their lands.”

“She brings misfortune.” Their words followed me like an unwanted week. I took a deep breath, grabbed my jacket from the chair, and slipped it on. “You are going out?” Kara asked. “Yes.” I did not look back at her yet. “Alpha Damian sent his men to the borders this morning. If there is really going to be war, then he will be out there too.” “And you want to wait for him?” Kara asked softly. I nodded. “I can’t sit in this room and pretend that everything is normal.”

a voice whispered in disbelief. Alyssa bared her teeth, growling in frustration. But Seraphine didn’t react. She stood tall, serene, the light of the moon casting her in an otherworldly glow. The pack, once so certain of Alyssa’s destiny, now watched Seraphine in awe. The Alpha, his voice uncertain for the first time, commanded, “Everyone, remain calm!” But the pack’s confusion deepened. They had witnessed something undeniable—Seraphine, the girl they had dismissed and mocked, was glowing with the blessing of the Moon Goddess.