The Wolf King's Bride In Disguise Novels & Stories

His limbs twisted, paws forming where hands had been. The transformation was violent, every shift looking like it tore him apart. Sweat—or maybe blood—glistened on his fur as it covered him completely. Finally, he stood on all fours, a massive wolf with sleek black fur and those same piercing gray eyes. He panted, steam rising from his muzzle in the cool night air. I couldn't breathe. Terror mixed with awe, rooting me to the spot. This was Lucas. A werewolf. And if he was telling the truth about that... what about me? The bond?

I knew that not far away, on a snow-covered hill, there was a lone wolf. His eyesight and hearing were sharp. He must have heard every word Julian and I exchanged. He must have seen us hold each other and kiss. But he only crouched there in the snow, unmoving. - Extra: Many years later, the wolf pack no longer had a king. It was said that the young Wolf King went mad, slaughtered every traitor, and then renounced the throne himself. He exiled himself to the edge of the human world. The day Julian and Selena were married, the world took notice.

She lifts up my head with her hand. "You still haven't answered me boy. Shall we join forces and make you the king? You don't have to marry that human whore. If you brought me her body I could put my own soul inside. I could then be alive and I could marry you instead. I could then become a member of the Wolf People Clan again. I was supposed to be queen once. But then Chief Wolfpaw's foolish father dishonored me by marrying another. Will you marry me if I go to war with you?"

Even the wolves in the lobby moved aside when I stepped in, their eyes wide and curious, their whispers following me like a trail of smoke. "That's her. The fiancée." "Is it true? Is she really with the midnight King?" "No way. She's beneath him." "Look at her. She doesn't look like his type." I kept my head high and my eyes forward. My wolf was alert beneath my skin, ears pricked, listening to every word, but I didn't let any of it show on my face. Let them whisper. Let them stare. I had bigger problems than a few curious wolves.

But how the fuck was I supposed to name a mate from among these pitiful creatures without walking straight into yet another failure? But Ghere must have read my wave to proceed as the signal to begin the rite, because he stepped forward and cleared his throat. “Ladies, I know the day has been difficult, but I assure you, you are safe here. The King Himself, Casimir Augustus Klane, is here to greet and assess you. Despite our, er, unconventional beginning, I hope you understand that it is a great honor to stand here today. The King of Wolves seeks a mate. A human mate. You alone have been selected from among your kind for his consideration.”

I nodded, causing her to let out another squeal. This time, she wasn't alone as Godiva joined her; they both jumped with a huge grin on their faces, clapping their hands against each other. When they finally calmed down, they both took their seats beside me, while Josiane played with the ring on my finger. "If you are marrying the king, that would make you our queen." "She is not just the queen of the humans but also of the wolves." Godiva mutters, and Josiane shrieks, rising to her feet before doing a terrible curtsey.

“Put me down.” “No. I’m not totally clueless about humans. I’m always studying their ways and I’m familiar with carrying a bride over the threshold the first time she enters their shared home. We’re mated as far as I’m concerned, the wedding is just paperwork for your world but you’re mine, honey. I’m carrying you to bed and showing you the proper respect you deserve by following your valued traditions.” It was so sweet she didn’t have the heart to tell him that most guys didn’t toss

He said and placed the books on the table. “Thank you.” The king told him. “Did you get any use of the other books?” “What other books?” “The princess came by to get books about breedmates some time ago.” Breedmates? “Ah, it must be about Corinna.” The king said but seemed to have other ideas in his head that he didn’t reveal. “Have you heard anything about Corinna?” The professor shook his head. “Your Majesty. Whoever is keeping her is hiding her well or perhaps, she doesn’t want to be found.”

The air smelled of woodsmoke, meat, and barely-contained rage. Kael waited at the head of the table. He looked calm, almost regal, until his gaze found her. Something fierce and protective flashed across his face. He pointed to the chair beside him. “Sit.” She walked the length of the hall under every hostile stare. When she reached him he pulled the chair out for her, then leaned close. “Don’t show fear,” he murmured. “They feed on it.” She sat. Back straight. Hands folded. An elder rose, gray hair, face like cracked leather. “Alpha. This human cannot stand as your bride. The bond is unnatural. The old laws forbid...”