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Story: The Alpha King’s Bride
“What are you doing here, Mira? Did you honestly believe that I, a member of the royal family, would marry a woman who’s been in prison? I only told you what you wanted to hear so you’d go to jail for me. I can’t believe you fell for it!” Rhett sneered at me as he walked past me, already dressed for his wedding.
I would never have agreed to take the blame for him if he had sneered at me like this three years ago.
Rhett got on his knees and begged me to go to jail for him.
He told me that my father’s previous victory had granted me eternal protection from the royal family, and as a result, he wanted me to take his place in prison. He even promised to marry me once I got out. I eventually gave in to him.
But now I hated myself for giving up my father’s previous victory in order to provide Rhett with a peaceful life.
When Rhett’s shit-eating friends noticed me, they began mocking me as well. “Isn’t she the orphan of the Morvain family? I heard she tore three werewolves to pieces and had her tail shaved clean when she was bound by a silver chain in the dungeon.”
Another of Rhett’s friends snorted. “Check out her wedding dress. She’s not here to force Rhett to marry her, is she? How pathetic. What made her think she’d get away with marrying into the royal family? Doesn’t she know she’d stain the royal bloodline?”
The sharp, condescending words stabbed through me like daggers, but the wedding was about to begin, and I had no intention of getting into a fight with Rhett. As a result, I pointed them to the door and said icily, “Rhett, I didn’t know you were getting married today. I’m wearing a wedding dress because I, too, am getting married.”
Rhett and his friends laughed as if I had just told them the biggest joke of the century.
Rhett scoffed and looked at me with contempt. “You’re getting married? Nonsense! Everyone in Duskhollow knows you’ve trailed after me like a lapdog since we were children! Besides, who in their right mind would marry a woman who’s been in jail?” You know what? We go way back, don’t we? I might consider making you my mistress if you lick my shoe right now.”
His friends joked, “Hey, let us have a go at her if you ever get bored with her, Rhett.”
“I’ve heard that women who have been jailed are freaks in the sheets. I bet she’d be a great ride!”
Rhett appeared irritated by his friends’ comments, but he crossed his arms and drawled menacingly, “Fine with me. Once my wedding to Hannah is over, everyone can take turns riding Mira every night. “Go crazy for all I care.”
Unable to take Rhett and his friends’ snide remarks any longer, the Elder of Ceremonies beside me spoke up in my defence: “Sir, Ms. Mira does indeed have a wedding here today.” Didn’t you hear that the Alpha King is marrying her today?”
Rhett kicked the Elder of Ceremonies and sent him flying into the corner of the wall, yelling, “How dare you, a mere Elder of Ceremonies, make such filthy lies about my uncle?
“My uncle told the public that he will be marrying a daughter of nobility today, one who was sired by a hero of Duskhollow, no less! Mira isn’t worthy of such an honour! One more lie from you, and I’ll rip your tongue out!”
I would never have agreed to take the blame for him if he had sneered at me like this three years ago.
Rhett got on his knees and begged me to go to jail for him.
He told me that my father’s previous victory had granted me eternal protection from the royal family, and as a result, he wanted me to take his place in prison. He even promised to marry me once I got out. I eventually gave in to him.
But now I hated myself for giving up my father’s previous victory in order to provide Rhett with a peaceful life.
When Rhett’s shit-eating friends noticed me, they began mocking me as well. “Isn’t she the orphan of the Morvain family? I heard she tore three werewolves to pieces and had her tail shaved clean when she was bound by a silver chain in the dungeon.”
Another of Rhett’s friends snorted. “Check out her wedding dress. She’s not here to force Rhett to marry her, is she? How pathetic. What made her think she’d get away with marrying into the royal family? Doesn’t she know she’d stain the royal bloodline?”
The sharp, condescending words stabbed through me like daggers, but the wedding was about to begin, and I had no intention of getting into a fight with Rhett. As a result, I pointed them to the door and said icily, “Rhett, I didn’t know you were getting married today. I’m wearing a wedding dress because I, too, am getting married.”
Rhett and his friends laughed as if I had just told them the biggest joke of the century.
Rhett scoffed and looked at me with contempt. “You’re getting married? Nonsense! Everyone in Duskhollow knows you’ve trailed after me like a lapdog since we were children! Besides, who in their right mind would marry a woman who’s been in jail?” You know what? We go way back, don’t we? I might consider making you my mistress if you lick my shoe right now.”
His friends joked, “Hey, let us have a go at her if you ever get bored with her, Rhett.”
“I’ve heard that women who have been jailed are freaks in the sheets. I bet she’d be a great ride!”
Rhett appeared irritated by his friends’ comments, but he crossed his arms and drawled menacingly, “Fine with me. Once my wedding to Hannah is over, everyone can take turns riding Mira every night. “Go crazy for all I care.”
Unable to take Rhett and his friends’ snide remarks any longer, the Elder of Ceremonies beside me spoke up in my defence: “Sir, Ms. Mira does indeed have a wedding here today.” Didn’t you hear that the Alpha King is marrying her today?”
Rhett kicked the Elder of Ceremonies and sent him flying into the corner of the wall, yelling, “How dare you, a mere Elder of Ceremonies, make such filthy lies about my uncle?
“My uncle told the public that he will be marrying a daughter of nobility today, one who was sired by a hero of Duskhollow, no less! Mira isn’t worthy of such an honour! One more lie from you, and I’ll rip your tongue out!”