The Alpha's Reluctant Bride

begged. My throat was raw, my voice cracking

The man who carried me-tall, broad, definitely a warrior, mayb

en claw marks down his back and shoulders. I didn't care.

bulge. He just

lly, I

hough I was-but because s

there, stone-faced, as if I were a lam

o apology. Just

nothing. Like I wasn't his daught

Carla's screams r

LET HER GO, Y

in a firm grip, arms wrapp

seen. Her voice cracked with every plea. S

worse. Mor

o keep him from reaching me. He was fighting like a wild animal, teeth bared,

my pack-of my friends.They reac

new pack, the BloodVeld Pack-was

ots in the grass and the occasional rustle of wind. Their silenc

line that made other packs tremble. And I was now walking right into the he

one of them looked at me-yet all of them noticed me. They didn't have t

teel-that I saw their stares. Pack members stood scattered along the path, watc

n mate?" someone whispered. "Why is she being carried like that?" "Did she fight him?

I buried my face against the warrior's back,

lly stepped through the heavy double doors of t

ronger. A mix of pinewood, l

me

ckthorn's home. And

one opposite mine" came a

ri

. I felt hollow inside, like if I met hi

. Each step jostled my aching body, bu

a wooden door, opened

ike I was something fragile. The room was spaci

an a prison cell, but that's what i

the door, then t

d quietly. His voice was soft. Too soft for a

ic. "I just want you to know," he

to you here. I p

d me a sm

osing the door behind h

y expensive prison, surrounded by

d curled up, letting

reedom would be so sour. Now I'd ne

going to be so pissed when sh

wn. But will I ever see her again? I don't know how

or suddenly opening, caused me to jump up. Standing

shirt that didn't hide his

mained stoic. He shut the door behind him and walked t

s closer as I a

pha of the BloodVeld Pack,