The War King Rejected Bride Novels & Stories

There is no way, he could sleep with the mad king, no fucking way. It went on for hours and hours, reminding me of Nicolas's betrayal while my breathe clench in pain thank God Alaric was there to help me. As soon as the pain subsided, I gritted my jaw in annoyance. Today i was going to stomp Drogomor and declare war. They had not only manipulated my mate into staying into the palace but they had also violated him. The thought of him willingly giving herself to the Mad King was unthinkable. My wolf roared in defiance and conviction. No. She must have been forced. Manipulated. Maybe even… raped.

No matter how much their distance remained, she didn't want to make any assumption on their relationship till she was absolutely sure. ***** "Bride?" Calhoun asked, trying to make sure that he heard well. His father nodded his head solemnly. "Remember the story I told you of the first king who started the war? Well, most people think that he wasn't married, and was simply crazy. In the area of not being married, that was the truth. But he had a bride, he was just yet to tie the knot with her." "I'm the king of this kingdom. How am I just hearing about this story now?" Calhoun exclaimed.

I finally find my voice. “As a candidate to become our king’s bride,” the ruler announces, and my jaw nearly drops. “Each year, from every settlement across the kingdom’s lands, one maiden is chosen as a potential queen for our ruler. For many years now, our king, Karadeylis, has failed to find himself a wife. This time, the scouts of brides chose my daughter, Miko. But you’ll replace her. You’re young, beautiful, and pure — there should be no problem with the substitution.”

The gravity of the situation washed over me as his words echoed through the chamber. "She is already on her way," the king declared, his voice tinged with triumph. "Your future bride, Princess Olivia, is en route to our kingdom, where she shall be introduced to you." My heart plummeted and the shock washed over me, freezing my limbs in place. My jaw clenched as my fists curled in anger. "I will not go through with this marriage," I declared, my voice laced with determination. “I will not be subject to your political plots any longer. I have a mate whom I love dearly and it is unjust to force me into a loveless marriage."

But fate was not on her side. This would have been her way out of this nightmare called life. Her thoughts briefly went to her sister, Holly. How would she cope now? Will they be thrown out onto the street? Her father made it clear that she should not return. In his words, “My new woman is not in support of accommodating two strangers.” Here she was. A twenty four year old young bride, mourning on her wedding day. Ava looked up at the sky and laughed out crazily. Fate must be some twisted old woman who derives joy in watching her suffer.

“Maybe they’ll see what heartbreak looks like up close!” The rain roared harder, thunder cracking overhead. Lila’s phone buzzed. She glanced at it, her face changing. “Oh Goddess… they’ve already posted the pictures. The title says ‘Alpha Blackwood announces marriage to Celeste Valen.’” My knees buckled. “Engaged?” My voice broke. “He didn’t just reject me, he replaced me.” Lila tried to support me, but I pulled away, shaking. “I can't stay here. Not after this.”

“We are not aware who did it, but we are looking for the person.” “Hmm, find the person,” I ordered and walked towards her room. If there was one thing I'd noticed about my bride, it was how fear dominated her and her family preys on that. I wouldn't have cared if she wasn't my property now. I opened the door just in time to see Zach Moretti's wife shred the outfit of my bride. I looked at her as those tears fell from her eyes again, like a weak flower scared to bloom. “Someone needs to remind you that you would never be more than a slave,” the woman said and for some reason, those words riled me up.

"Be a good bride to the prince." I grimaced. "I will never be his bride." We're not sure about that. I'm sure than a hundred percent, Raja. He just wants to play with me. He has no intention of choosing me as his bride to be. I flinched at Raja's laugh. It sounded too beastly. As expected from a dragon. I could imagine him rolling his eyes. "Take care as well, Thiara," I hugged Thiara tight before finally going inside the carriage.

“And that question should be directed to you. I’ve told you a million times that I do not want to get married to the Prince so why the hell do you not get it?!” “You’re right,” he nodded. “I do not get it. And I do not want to get it.” I sighed. “Dad-” “It’s because of him, isn’t it?” he asked, rhetorically. “Great then. You leave me no choice.” “Dad-” “Mr. Werewolf,” he called out to him sarcastically. “Right now at this instant. I, the king of the Grimaldi Dynasty declare war against your pack.”

And in that moment, I made a choice that shattered both our worlds. "I don't have time for all this. I'm the Alpha King, and I can't afford to have an Omega as the queen. I, Marcus Danielson, Alpha King, reject you as my mate," I declared, my voice colder than I intended. The pain in her eyes, the single tear that fell, tore at my heart. I turned to walk away, the weight of my duty heavy upon me. But as I took those steps, guilt gnawed at my conscience. I couldn't leave her completely defenseless, vulnerable to the harsh realities of our world.