Wedding of Alpha's Mate, fuck me hard Apha.

Wedding of Alpha's Mate, fuck me hard Apha.

Dayo Jethro.

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In "wedding of Alpha's Mate, fuck me hard alpha," follow Harry, a young werewolf born into a strict pack, as he navigates a troubled past, forbidden love, and a wedding that threatens to change everything. Will he choose loyalty to his disgusting brother or follow his heart? What secret is lurking in the pack?, And what becomes his stepmother's case?

Wedding of Alpha's Mate, fuck me hard Apha. Chapter 1 Beginning

Everyone one has name they call that wicked queen, some call her Rosie while some call her Agatha. But the perfect name for her is Rosie Agatha.

Chapter 1: A Royal Dilemma

At the grand palace gates, two maids, Jessica and Sandra, settled down for a moment's rest after their long day of work. Their conversation sparked a passionate debate about the kingdom's destiny.

"Sandra, I've been pondering something. How can Prince Daniel liken a gentle breeze to a desert storm?" Jessica, the first maid, asked her companion, Sandra.

Sandra leaned back thoughtfully. "You know, Lora, I don't believe he does."

Lora, however, disagreed. "He does, Sandra, trust me."

"He doesn't," Sandra retorted.

Their debate escalated as they delved deeper into the issue. "Why are you defending the prince, Sandra? He's far from a virtuous man. His eyes may be clear, but his heart is as thorny as a rose, causing tears wherever it touches," Lora argued passionately.

Jessica interjected, "I'm not defending him because he's perfect, but he's certainly a better option than the younger prince, who changes companions like outfits. How can we entrust the kingdom to a man who doesn't even consider if a rose remains a rose or a serpent remains a serpent?"

Lora remained resolute, "Regardless of whether the serpent stays a serpent or not, I'd rather have the younger prince as our future king."

Sandra couldn't resist a playful jab, "Oh, Lora, has he caught your fancy as well?"

Lora blushed, "No, Sandra, what are you implying?"

Sandra continued, "How can you support someone as wicked as him becoming our king? What kind of ruler will he be, driven solely by his desires? Everything will spiral from bad to worse, perhaps even leading to collapse."

Lora questioned, "Will I collapse along with it, Sandra?"

Sandra softened, "Lora, you'll be the last to collapse because you've been praying for perfection to become a reality."

Lora pressed on, "But what's your reason for defending Prince Daniel?"

Sandra recounted a troubling encounter from the previous day, revealing the darker side of the younger prince. Despite her revelation, Lora remained steadfast in her support for him.

Their conversation was abruptly interrupted by the chief maid's stern voice, reminding them of their duties as the bell prepared to ring.

Meanwhile, in a luxurious mansion elsewhere in the kingdom, Cinderella, the only daughter of influential vampire nobility, enjoyed a life of opulence. She had attended one of the most prestigious high schools in the universe, blessed with qualities that drew admiration from all.

With her vast wealth, owning ten different boutiques and hotels, Cinderella possessed beauty, charm, and allure that captivated all who met her.

One morning, her mother, Mrs. Elena, summoned her, prompting Cinderella to gracefully rise from her bed. She checked her phone and noticed a missed call from her friend, Dave, who had exciting news about a recent party. Their conversation unfolded with a playful exchange, teasing and laughter that characterized their friendship.

Dave encouraged Cinderella to explore the possibility of love again, suggesting a trip to Paris. Their lighthearted banter continued, weaving a tale of friendship, adventure, and the prospect of new beginnings.

As Cinderella considered Dave's suggestion, she replied, "Dave, you know I've been focused on my businesses and enjoying life as it comes. But maybe a change of scenery could do me some good."

Dave's voice crackled with excitement, "That's the spirit, Ella! Paris is the city of love, after all. You never know what surprises await you there."

Cinderella chuckled, "Well, it wouldn't be the first time you've led me on an exciting adventure."

Dave laughed, "Exactly! So, when are you thinking of making your grand entrance in the City of Lights?"

Cinderella contemplated for a moment. "How about next month? That should give me enough time to prepare for a fabulous trip."

Dave enthusiastically agreed, "Perfect! It's a date then, Ella. Paris awaits your charm and beauty."

Their conversation filled with the promise of a new adventure, Cinderella couldn't help but feel a spark of anticipation for what lay ahead.

As Cinderella and Dave continued to discuss her upcoming trip to Paris, the excitement in their voices grew.

Dave teased, "I can already imagine you strolling down the Champs-Élysées in one of your designer outfits, turning heads left and right."

Cinderella laughed, "Oh, Dave, you know me too well. I'll make sure to pack my most stunning dresses."

Dave's tone turned more serious, "On a serious note, Ella, I hope this trip brings you the happiness and love you deserve. You've been working so hard and taking care of everyone else. It's time to focus on yourself."

Cinderella appreciated his sentiment. "Thank you, Dave. You're a true friend, always looking out for me. I'll keep an open heart and see what the City of Love has in store."

Back at the palace, Jessica and Sandra had resumed their duties, but their earlier conversation still lingered in their minds. Sandra turned to Jessica, a hint of curiosity in her voice, "You know, Jess, I can't help but wonder if our discussion about the princes will ever have an impact on the kingdom's future."

Jessica nodded thoughtfully, "I wonder the same, Sandra. Sometimes, even the smallest voices can spark change. But for now, let's focus on our work and keep an eye on how things unfold."

Sandra agreed, "You're right, Jess. We may not be able to determine the fate of the kingdom, but we can certainly make a difference in our own lives."

The two maids shared a moment of camaraderie, knowing that their friendship and dedication would see them through whatever challenges lay ahead.

As days turned into weeks, Cinderella prepared for her journey to Paris with a mix of excitement and anticipation. She couldn't help but feel that this trip might bring unexpected adventures and perhaps even the chance to rediscover love.

In the palace, the debate over the kingdom's future continued to brew, with the younger prince's actions casting a shadow over his suitability as a future king. The uncertainty of the kingdom's destiny hung in the air, with Jessica and Sandra's voices adding to the chorus of concerns.

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