THE BEAST STOLEN BRIDE

THE BEAST STOLEN BRIDE

Jake Wright

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**BLURB:** Lily Thompson was supposed to marry Tyler Harrison, the charming Alpha's son who promised her safety and status. But when a scarred beast crashes through the church windows and steals her from the altar, she discovers everything she knew was a lie. Mason Ford isn't the monster everyone claims he is. He's the exiled wolf who made a desperate deal with Tyler's father-a deal Tyler planned to break by killing Lily the moment they were wed. Mason's kidnapping wasn't cruelty. It was salvation. Now she's trapped in his wilderness cabin, furious and confused, while he tries to prove that the man she almost married sold her life for pack territory. And worse? The mate bond humming between them says Mason is her true match, not Tyler. But Tyler wants his bride back. Not for love, but because Lily holds the key to an ancient pack bloodline that would make him unstoppable. Mason can protect her body, but protecting her heart when she's starting to see the man beneath the scars might be impossible. Sometimes the beast isn't the one with claws. Sometimes the beast wears a perfect smile and plans your murder on your wedding night.

THE BEAST STOLEN BRIDE Chapter 1 THE BEAST BREAKS THROUGH

[LILY'S POV]

I stood at the altar in a dress that cost more than my entire year's rent, staring at Tyler Harrison's perfect smile, and wondered if all brides felt this nauseous or if it was just the ones marrying for survival.

"You look beautiful," Tyler whispered, squeezing my hands too tight. "I can't wait to make you mine, Lily. Finally mine."

Something about the way he said finally made my skin crawl. Like he'd been waiting for this moment longer than three months. Like he'd planned it. But I smiled anyway because I was good at smiling through discomfort. You didn't survive five years as an orphan without learning how to pretend everything was fine when it wasn't.

"Thank you," I managed.

The priest cleared his throat. "Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to witness...."

The stained-glass windows exploded inward.

Screams erupted as colored glass rained down. I threw my arms over my face, my bouquet falling to the marble floor.

Through my fingers, I saw something massive crash through the window frame; it was a wolf, bigger than any animal I'd ever seen, its fur black as midnight and its eyes burning gold.

My heart stopped.

"LILY, GET DOWN!" Tyler shoved me behind him, shifting mid-movement. His bones cracked and reformed, his expensive wedding suit tearing as silver-white fur burst through skin. His wolf was beautiful; powerful, regal, everything about Tyler was beautiful. That's why I'd trusted him. Beautiful things felt safe.

The black wolf landed on the altar, snarling. Its lips pulled back to reveal teeth the size of daggers.

Church pews splintered as guests shifted in panic. Wolves were everywhere; brown, gray, red they all screamed chaos and fangs and terror.

"You've got some nerve showing your face here, Ford!" Tyler's wolf voice was distorted, guttural. "Coming for what's MINE!"

The black wolf Ford; didn't respond. He just lunged.

They collided mid-air with a sound like thunder. Teeth sinking into flesh. Claws ripping through fur. I stumbled backward, my heel catching on my train, and hit the marble floor hard enough to knock the air from my lungs.

"LILY, RUN!" Emma screamed from somewhere in the chaos.

I tried. God, I tried. But wolves blocked every exit. Tyler's security; massive gray wolves with military precision circled the black wolf, corralling him away from the guests. Away from me.

Ford's jaws clamped around Tyler's shoulder. Tyler howled, thrashing, but Ford didn't let go. He dragged Tyler across the altar like he weighed nothing, smashing him into the stone podium. The priest scattered, robes flying.

This wasn't happening. This couldn't be happening.

"GET HER OUT!" Tyler snarled through fangs. "Owen...safe house...NOW!"

A massive brown wolf appeared at my side. Owen. Tyler's beta, his best man an hour ago. His teeth closed around the back of my dress, lifting me like a pup.

"No! Put me down!" I kicked, but what could human legs do against a wolf?

Ford's head snapped toward us. Those gold eyes locked on mine, and something in them made my breath catch. Not rage. Not bloodlust. Desperation. Like he was trying to tell me something without words.

He released Tyler and charged.

Three security wolves intercepted him. He took the first one down with a slash across the throat and the wolf collapsed. The second latched onto his hind leg. Ford twisted, jaws crushing bone with a sickening crack. The wolf yelped and released him, limping away.

Owen ran, carrying me toward the side exit. My ribs screamed where his teeth pressed into my dress, into my skin.

"LET ME GO!" I beat my fists against his furry shoulder. Useless. Completely useless.

Ford howled a sound so raw it shattered something in my chest. He threw off the third security wolf and sprinted after us, limping but impossibly fast.

Owen burst through the side door. Sunlight blinded me after the dim church. He leaped down the church steps-three, five, seven stone stairs-and I screamed as my stomach dropped.

Behind us, Ford exploded through the doorway. Tyler right behind him, silver fur streaked crimson, his ice-blue eyes wild with something that looked less like love and more like possession.

"You're not taking her, you murdering bastard!" Tyler's claws raked across Ford's flank. Four parallel lines opened. Ford stumbled but kept coming, his eyes never leaving me.

Why? Why was he doing this?

Owen ran toward a black SUV. The door was already open, engine running. More wolves-Tyler's pack-flanked us, creating a protective barrier. Protecting me, I thought. Except it felt more like trapping.

Ford crashed through them like they were paper.

He was magnificent and terrifying-scars visible even through his fur, old silver wounds that gleamed in the sunlight. His movements were brutal efficiency. He grabbed one wolf by the scruff and threw it into another. Bones cracked. He didn't slow down.

"STOP HIM!" Tyler roared, circling for another attack. "Kill him if you have to! Just get my bride to safety!"

My bride. Not me. Not Lily. My bride.

Ford's jaws snapped at Owen's leg. Owen dropped me to defend himself, and I hit the concrete. My head smacked the ground, and the world blurred, sounds muffling like I was underwater. Through the haze, I saw the two wolves tearing into each other above me, their bodies blocking out the sun.

Then Ford's massive head dipped down. His teeth closed around my waist-gentle but firm, like he was afraid of hurting me-and he yanked me out from under the fight.

"NO!" Tyler slammed into Ford's side.

They rolled, a blur of black and silver. I was still caught in Ford's jaws, my ribs screaming as the world spun. We hit a parked car. The windshield shattered. Ford's body absorbed the impact, shielding me from the worst of it.

He didn't let go.

He scrambled to his feet, me dangling from his mouth, and ran. His paws hit pavement, then grass, then forest floor. Branches whipped my face. My dress tore on thorns. Behind us, Tyler's entire pack gave chase-I could hear them, dozens of wolves, their howls shaking the trees.

"He's taking her to the border!" someone snarled.

"Cut him off at the river!"

Ford ran faster. I couldn't breathe-between the terror and his jaws around my ribs, my lungs couldn't expand properly. Black spots danced in my vision.

Was this how I died? Not at Tyler's hands but this stranger's?

We burst through a thicket, and suddenly there was a cliff. The ground just ended, dropping away into nothing. Ford didn't slow down.

"No no no NO-" I choked out.

He jumped.

We fell through open air. My scream ripped from my throat. Below us, a river rushed over rocks, white water frothing. Ford's body twisted mid-fall, positioning himself beneath me.

We hit the water.

Everything went silent. Cold swallowed me whole, stealing my breath, my thoughts. Ford's jaws released me, and the current grabbed us both, dragging us under. I surfaced, gasping. My dress pulled me down like an anchor. Rocks bashed my shins, my forearms.

Ford's head broke the surface ahead of me. He swam back, fighting the current with powerful strokes, and grabbed my dress again. He pulled me toward the far bank, his legs churning water.

Behind us, Tyler's wolves lined the opposite cliff, snarling but not jumping. Too high. Too dangerous even for them.

"THIS ISN'T OVER, FORD!" Tyler's howl echoed across the ravine. "SHE'S MINE! DO YOU HEAR ME? MINE! I'LL HUNT YOU TO THE ENDS OF THE EARTH! YOU CAN'T PROTECT HER FOREVER!"

There was something in his voice. Not love. Not concern. Fury. Like I was a possession he'd lost. Like I was something he owned.

The thought settled in my stomach like ice.

Ford dragged me onto the muddy bank and collapsed beside me, both of us heaving. Water streamed from his black fur. His wounds bled freely now, pink tendrils spreading through the mud.

I rolled onto my hands and knees, coughing up river water. My wedding dress clung to me, ruined, impossibly heavy.

Ford shifted back to human-naked, scarred, wounded. His gold eyes found mine, and up close, I could see they weren't just gold. They had flecks of amber, of bronze. Human eyes. Exhausted eyes.

"Can you run?" His voice was rough gravel.

"What?" I stared at him, shivering. Water dripped from my hair into my eyes. "You just-you kidnapped me-"

"Can you run," he repeated, slower this time. Not a question. Urgent. "Because Tyler's hunters don't stop. They'll find a way down, and when they do-" He stopped, his jaw tightening. "Please. I know you're scared. I know you don't understand. But I need you to trust me for the next ten minutes. After that, you can hate me all you want."

"Why should I trust you?" My voice cracked.

Something flickered in his eyes. Regret. Determination. "Because the man you were about to marry? He's not who you think he is. And if we don't move right now, you'll never get the chance to find out the truth."

Across the river, more howls. Closer now. The wolves were descending the cliff face, impossibly fast. Tyler's white form led them, and even from here, I could see his teeth bared.

Ford shifted again, his body exploding into fur and muscle. Then he crouched low, those gold eyes locked on mine.

One chance. That's what his expression said. One chance to choose.

I looked back across the river at Tyler, at the pack closing in, at the life I'd almost chosen. Safety. Security. A roof over my head.

My hands moved before my brain caught up. I climbed onto Ford's back, gripping his fur.

"I don't trust you," I whispered against his ear.

His body tensed beneath me. Acknowledgment.

"But I don't trust him either. Not anymore."

Ford ran, and the forest swallowed us whole, leaving behind only the echo of Tyler's rage and the ruins of a wedding that was never meant to end in happily ever after.

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“**BLURB:** Lily Thompson was supposed to marry Tyler Harrison, the charming Alpha's son who promised her safety and status. But when a scarred beast crashes through the church windows and steals her from the altar, she discovers everything she knew was a lie. Mason Ford isn't the monster everyone claims he is. He's the exiled wolf who made a desperate deal with Tyler's father-a deal Tyler planned to break by killing Lily the moment they were wed. Mason's kidnapping wasn't cruelty. It was salvation. Now she's trapped in his wilderness cabin, furious and confused, while he tries to prove that the man she almost married sold her life for pack territory. And worse? The mate bond humming between them says Mason is her true match, not Tyler. But Tyler wants his bride back. Not for love, but because Lily holds the key to an ancient pack bloodline that would make him unstoppable. Mason can protect her body, but protecting her heart when she's starting to see the man beneath the scars might be impossible. Sometimes the beast isn't the one with claws. Sometimes the beast wears a perfect smile and plans your murder on your wedding night.”
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