THE ALPHA’S MISTAKEN BRIDE

“You put this on me, Max! You kissed me and called me your bride!” I screamed, holding up the heavy wedding band that was never meant for me. The air in the ceremonial hall froze. Max, the Alpha of the Moonshadow pack, stared at me with cold panic replacing his drunken lust. He had mistaken me for my wicked stepsister, Gwen, just because I was trying on her silk wedding dress. “It was a mistake,” he yelled, running his hands through his dark hair. “I hate you, Zaria. I would not even touch you when I’m sober!” But the pack law is absolute. The ring was on my finger. The deed was done. I was now the wife of my high school bully. Gwen looked ready to peel my skin off. “If he picks you,” she whispered, her eyes burning with hatred, “I will make sure you live a life filled with regrets.” I thought my life in my father’s house was hell, but being dragged to the Alpha’s palace was a different kind of nightmare. “We are only using this one room,” Max declared coldly as he threw me into his massive bedroom. “It is the rule for the Alpha and his bride. We will be sharing this bed.” I took a nervous step back. One year. In this room. With the man who hates me, but whose eyes traverse my body like he wants to devour me. “Enjoying your new jail, Luna?” he scoffed, closing the door and locking us in.