The Alpha's Unexpected Secret Replacement Bride

Chapter 8

Word Count: 814 | Released on: 02/07/2026

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me, her eyes filled with genuine concern. "Wait... I am escaping, but what if that monste

t worry about me. My grandfather is a highly respected Elder in the Kingdom's Council, and my father and broth

head slightly. "I will never forget

we need

Bryant family heirloom-a silver wolf's head wit

akes you me,

elet from her wrist. "This belonged to my mother," she said

n to obscure our faces, creating a perfect, opaque barrier. Our wedding dres

this exact moment, you are Claire Bryant. You are nervous, so kee

ally, her eyes wid

id named Desiree. Whisper the words 'The storm is

p breath and pulled back the hea

ed softly. "Wal

wed, her body language perfectly mimicking a timid, overwhel

impatient, arrogant voice echo through the temple. "What took you so lon

se-like squeak, trembling with genui

suspicious of 'my' sudden meekness, a sickeningly satisfied smirk spread a

'arrogant Bryant heiress' cowering before him like a frightened rabbit f

ughts. "The Alpha does not like to be kept waiting,

d forward. His cold gaze lingered on my pale hands-which I intentionally made trem

n a display of submissive obedience, and

as the absolute polar

rich, Caiden's was grim, militaristic, and dripping with pure, unadulterat

with dead eyes, wearing practical, battle-worn armor. The air around them crackled with d

ocession. They looked like a ghost

for me. The interior was just as austere a

k leather as we trudged forward through the thick mud, that a crushing wave of relief finally engulfed

hypocrite Erich Black

of the window at the towering, foreboding manor we were drawing near.

to feast on human flesh, and who carried a deadly

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The Alpha's Unexpected Secret Replacement Bride

Er Ye Werewolf

“In my past life, I took a poisoned arrow with my bare hands to pave my fiancé's path to the throne. But on the eve of his coronation, right in front of my bloody interrogation table, my best friend was pressed against his chest, letting out sweet, coquettish moans. Holding her, he sneered that my scarred hands were too dirty, and methodically chopped my fingers off, one by one. He forced me to my knees to watch as 72 members of my family-even the month-old infants-were beheaded in the public square. Their warm blood completely soaked my white wedding dress. Biting into my bleeding stumps, I swore a blood curse. When I opened my eyes, I was back on the morning of my wedding day. This time, to hell with true love! In the middle of a torrential storm, I hijacked another bridal carriage. I ripped off my luxurious veil and smashed it onto a terrified, weeping bride. "You want the perfect Alpha?" I told her. "He's yours." Without looking back, I marched straight into the lair of Caiden Gregory. He was the dominion's most terrifying "Mate-Killer"-a bloodthirsty monster rumored to feast on human flesh. To drag my ex to hell, I willingly sacrificed myself to a true demon. But the second we completed the sacred mating bond before the dark altar... The "monster" forcefully grabbed my waist and slammed me against the cold stone. A soul-shaking electric jolt ignited my blood. He was my true Fated Mate?! His stormy gray eyes pierced right through my disguise. With a ruthless tear, he ripped off my stolen veil, the deadly point of his Alpha fangs grazing my pulse. "You're not the cowardly rabbit they sent me," he growled, a predatory hunger darkening his eyes. "Since you went through so much trouble to crawl into my territory... let's see if you actually have the life force to survive our wedding night, my beautiful... fake bride."”