The War King Rejected Bride Novels & Stories

I decided to focus on his reply to Charlie “His deal was quite good night I say and easily done if I wanted to do it but that's the point. I just don't do things because they're doable. I have to make decisions for myself as well as the kingdom. You could say this was a good deal for the kingdom but is it really? What will everyone say and think of a man, a king who easily sells out the woman he claims to care for just because he wants to go the easy way? This war continues between Charlie and I until he brings me a better deal or accepts many of the ones I sent him and will send in future. The war continues" I couldn't help my smile at that. He had straight away said that he wouldn't be exc

I let go of his hand and turned toward Salvatore. He looked, formidable. Immaculate in black, tailored to perfection, power resting on him as naturally as breath. When he took my hands, his grip was warm, certain. Whatever storms existed in his world, the old man stood unshaken. The vows were spoken clearly, deliberately. Promises of loyalty, protection, unity, and not flowery. This was not a fairytale marriage like the others. This is me repaying for my father's debt. When he said my name Miranda, there was something real in his voice. When I said his, my voice almost trembled. A loud applause thundered through the hall as we were pronounced husband and wife.

I said, and the room erupted in loud clapping. “I now call upon Princess Grette Anselm,” I said, as the three men made their way back to their own seats in the crowd. Grette stood and made her way to the dais. According to the previous peace treaty, she would be announced as my future wife and Queen, and introducing her after my coronation was tradition. Grette joined me and we stood looking at each other and she smiled at me. “I, Kai St. Claire, hereby reject you, Grette Anselm, as my future wife and Queen,” I said loudly, and I heard the audible gasps as the crowd murmured to themselves.

Like he'd been looking for me specifically and was pleased to find me exactly where he'd ordered me to be. Then he looked away, and I could breathe again. The ceremony began with the traditional words, ancient pack law spoken in the old language. I tried to focus on the ritual, but my attention kept drifting to Kai. He stood beside his father on the platform I'd helped build, tall and still, looking every inch the warrior prince. Alpha Darius raised his hand, and the crowd fell silent. "Tonight, we honor tradition," he said, his voice carrying across the clearing. "Tonight, we strengthen our pack through sacred union. My son, Kai Silvercrest, will accept his betrothal to Sienna Lockhart, joi

"I've been married for a long time now. It's legal and official. You're just too arrogant, too lost in your own world to notice." Percy grabbed the certificate and read it over and over. The color drained from his face. Even then, he refused to accept it. "No... No way... It's fake. We never broke up. How could you marry someone behind my back? You loved me so much." I cut straight through his delusion. "The moment you decided to make me compete with the women for the role of your bride, I stopped loving you completely. "Didn't you say Sabrina was young, pretty, and full of energy, and that she was the perfect choice for a bride? Since you already had your ideal bride, why couldn't I get mar

"And the rogue Alpha? Riven?" Kael's jaw tightened. His hands curled into fists at his sides. "Bring him to me alive," he said slowly. "I want him to watch when I take her back. I want him to see her choose me. And then I want him to spend the rest of his miserable existence knowing that every breath he takes is a gift I decided not to take." The generals filed out, orders clutched in trembling hands. Within the hour, riders would spread across the kingdom. Within the day, every pack would know the king had declared war over a woman he had once thrown away.

Yet a relief flashed across his psyche as he no longer had to harsh on his daughter. The Royal had their own distinct cultures when it came to claiming their mate. It was their ancient traditional law that the king would have to get married before claiming his mate as his wife. Thus Damien urged to arrange the wedding ceremony as fast as possible as he was truly doubtful about his mate's whirlwind emotions. Brian hopped beside Viona after excusing himself from the discussion and whispered incredulously, " Vi, don't tell me that you have further plans in your sleeves. I can't believe that you conceded so fast. Did he somehow manage to claim your heart successfully? "

Richard said and bowed. For War? His brows furrowed. Face frowned, his ink stood still. He didn't say a word. Richard knew, he was pissed. To War with which Kingdom? He asked, his eyes bloodshot. Our King...Dom, the Kingdom of Athopa. Richad was forced to stutter. The King was damn angry. The Kingdom of Natus just signed their death certificate. Hmph. He said and continued with his scrolls. He doesn't remember the last time he got angry. He has been controlling it ever since Lara came.

he instructed and when they were about to drag me away, the door sprang over. "Your Highness.." a man bowed as he walked in then realization dawned on me. He was the king. "The wedding is about to start and why is Ximena not dressed yet?" He asked, pointing at me and everyone turned to face me. "She's not…" The King stopped in his tracks as he studied me for a brief moment. "Get the makeup artist and get her a wedding dress.." he ordered as I froze on the spot. What was he talking about? "You have twenty minutes Enid…" the man that came in said before rushing out again.

Cassia turned sharply, eyes narrowing like a snake watching prey. The Eldermoon hesitated. “Alpha Darius, it is customary to offer the rejection, for closure.” His eyes met mine again. And this time, there was no hesitation. Only coldness. “Ayla Riverwind,” he said, his voice loud and clear, “I reject you as my mate.” It was like being gutted from the inside. A sound tore from my throat. Not a cry. Not a scream. Just a broken thing trying to claw its way out.