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Story: The Alpha King’s Bride
I countered: “My father, Morvain, died protecting Duskhollow, which makes me a hero’s daughter. Furthermore, I come from a long line of nobility. How does that make me undeserving of the honour of marrying the Alpha King?”
“Stop flattering yourself, Mira. Your father stopped being a hero of Duskhollow the moment he raised a criminal like you!” Rhett cracked a joke. “Why don’t you ask your dead father if he’s proud to have a felon for a daughter?”
He and his friends burst out laughing after that.
I clenched my jaw and said coldly, “I’ll say this again, Rhett: Wyatt and I are getting married today—”
Before I could finish speaking, Rhett lunged at me and dug his fingers into my face, nearly clawing my eyes and mouth corners. “My uncle is the Alpha King and supreme ruler of Duskhollow. What makes you think a woman like you, who’s been bound by a silver chain, is worthy of him?”
I pushed Rhett away, my fingers grazing the fabric of my wedding dress as I panted. Wyatt had designed the dress and hired a few of the country’s best tailors to make it a reality.
When I first got out of jail, my family was so ashamed of me that they begged my mother to marry me off. None of the nobility wanted a criminal as a wife, so my mother had no choice but to seek out Wyatt Sterling, the Alpha King.
Wyatt surprised my mother by asking for my hand after hearing my story.
I had no idea why he would want to marry someone with a reputation as bad as mine. However, I had high hopes for our upcoming union after seeing his eyes light up with sympathy at the sight of my shaved tail.
I wouldn’t let Rhett and his friends’ words ruin my wedding.
“Move, Rhett,” I snarled, my eyes filled with a warrior’s determination. “I’m getting married to the Alpha King today. You should seek out your bride instead of getting in my way!”
Rhett suddenly grabbed a fistful of my skirts and tugged them roughly. “Where did you steal this dress from, Mira? Uncle Wyatt designed this dress himself for his future wife!”
Rhett tugged on my wedding gown so hard that he almost pulled it off. I gritted my teeth and held up my dress, snapping, “Get this into your head, Rhett: your uncle and I are getting married today, and he had this dress tailored for me.
“If you get in the way again, I’ll tell everyone at your wedding who the real murderer was three years ago!”
“What bravado!”” Rhett hissed in my ear. “Do you think they’ll believe someone who served time for murder?””
“Rhett!” A female voice rang out from down the hall, just as Rhett was closing in on me.
Hannah appeared in her wedding gown and stood between me and Rhett, looking at me with contempt and a challenge in her eyes. “Mira, are you here to attend our wedding? I’m not sure who invited you, but please leave right away. “I do not want to see my father’s murderer on my special day.”
Hannah had no idea that the man she was marrying had murdered her father three years ago! I raised my brow and looked past her to Rhett, who had a panicked expression on his face.
I fixed Rhett with an icy look. Three years ago, he got Hannah drunk and attempted to force himself on her; Hannah’s father witnessed this and tried to protect her, but Rhett accidentally killed him.
After that, Rhett told me that he had caught Hannah’s father attempting to assault her, and that he had rushed to protect her, accidentally killing her father. I might have believed him if I hadn’t overheard what he said while he was drunk a few days before.
“Stop flattering yourself, Mira. Your father stopped being a hero of Duskhollow the moment he raised a criminal like you!” Rhett cracked a joke. “Why don’t you ask your dead father if he’s proud to have a felon for a daughter?”
He and his friends burst out laughing after that.
I clenched my jaw and said coldly, “I’ll say this again, Rhett: Wyatt and I are getting married today—”
Before I could finish speaking, Rhett lunged at me and dug his fingers into my face, nearly clawing my eyes and mouth corners. “My uncle is the Alpha King and supreme ruler of Duskhollow. What makes you think a woman like you, who’s been bound by a silver chain, is worthy of him?”
I pushed Rhett away, my fingers grazing the fabric of my wedding dress as I panted. Wyatt had designed the dress and hired a few of the country’s best tailors to make it a reality.
When I first got out of jail, my family was so ashamed of me that they begged my mother to marry me off. None of the nobility wanted a criminal as a wife, so my mother had no choice but to seek out Wyatt Sterling, the Alpha King.
Wyatt surprised my mother by asking for my hand after hearing my story.
I had no idea why he would want to marry someone with a reputation as bad as mine. However, I had high hopes for our upcoming union after seeing his eyes light up with sympathy at the sight of my shaved tail.
I wouldn’t let Rhett and his friends’ words ruin my wedding.
“Move, Rhett,” I snarled, my eyes filled with a warrior’s determination. “I’m getting married to the Alpha King today. You should seek out your bride instead of getting in my way!”
Rhett suddenly grabbed a fistful of my skirts and tugged them roughly. “Where did you steal this dress from, Mira? Uncle Wyatt designed this dress himself for his future wife!”
Rhett tugged on my wedding gown so hard that he almost pulled it off. I gritted my teeth and held up my dress, snapping, “Get this into your head, Rhett: your uncle and I are getting married today, and he had this dress tailored for me.
“If you get in the way again, I’ll tell everyone at your wedding who the real murderer was three years ago!”
“What bravado!”” Rhett hissed in my ear. “Do you think they’ll believe someone who served time for murder?””
“Rhett!” A female voice rang out from down the hall, just as Rhett was closing in on me.
Hannah appeared in her wedding gown and stood between me and Rhett, looking at me with contempt and a challenge in her eyes. “Mira, are you here to attend our wedding? I’m not sure who invited you, but please leave right away. “I do not want to see my father’s murderer on my special day.”
Hannah had no idea that the man she was marrying had murdered her father three years ago! I raised my brow and looked past her to Rhett, who had a panicked expression on his face.
I fixed Rhett with an icy look. Three years ago, he got Hannah drunk and attempted to force himself on her; Hannah’s father witnessed this and tried to protect her, but Rhett accidentally killed him.
After that, Rhett told me that he had caught Hannah’s father attempting to assault her, and that he had rushed to protect her, accidentally killing her father. I might have believed him if I hadn’t overheard what he said while he was drunk a few days before.