The Wicked Werewolf Prince

w, carrying a faint scent of jasmine tha

ak,” my father begins, his trembling vo

Zander before he comments, “A weakling for a weakling. What

ta Collis has never been kind towards my

a's words. His shoulders are slumped and he looks older than

a sob as she clutches

rom the pack members beari

ister, Alina. It's unfortunate what happened to her. She was always healthy a

can't let Alina marry Prince Magnus anymore. King Eldric won't like it. We don't want to mock him more than the wo

ks around—likely searching for potential can

ting for a moment. “You’ll marry Prince Magnus Blackwell in place of your st

lpha’s power over me. I’m forced to oblige his command being a beta, even though

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attered as I am forced to step into the role of the substitute bride for my stepsis

plorations, and that's when my wolf, Lila, had sniffed him out. She called him 'our mate'. The air sparked with an electric connection and an unbreakable bond formed between us. His eyes are the mo

y father and stepmother an

and unyielding,

o fulfill her duty as the chosen bride. The responsibility,

nd loyalty of our pack. So, he demanded that I marry Magnus Blackwell, the infamous werewolf Prince of Caelondor. His reputation is tarnished by

est of my life with a disabled, wicked man—they pity me, giving me sympathetic glances. And the others offer me congratulations

epmother would love to use that as an excuse

e border, we can make a life together, away from the responsibilities of our pack.

inst the Alpha's choices. And it will be treaso

ll my life. And this is the only thing he has asked for in return. Cr

A tight slap across my cheek for denying to give up my love. My father scolded

p every night. Even now, the tears fall d

startles me. I get to my fe

ed down her back and she has a habit of running her fingers through it repeatedly. A maid is by h

voice, but my voice is composed

he holds my face in her hand, her fingernails digging in my cheeks. "Don'

aring the pain of her tortuous grip. She lets go

weak and deformed one? How unfortunate you are," sh

trails behind her but not before g

olf, Lila picks my mate's scent. She gets excited

familiar warmth of his body. I want to pull him into a mind numbing kiss so I can forget the truth for at least some time. I move closer to touch his face,

rest pack," he utters, his voice cutting through the silence. The words se

o be inseparable. The pain consumes me, wrapping its icy tendrils around my spirit. "Wh

ngly? That I don't wish to be with him? I know he can re

ing due to the pain of

watch him struggle to stand still. "Just accept the rejec

ars cascade down my cheeks until I'm

m hurting. "It's not possible. Please acce

Wildewood of Lunar Crest p

's my soul because once the words are out, I feel

ikely feeling the same. His eyes are lowered to the ground as he says in a