บททั้งหมดของ Promised to the Wrong Alpha: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

ElaraI followed the sound of raised voices down the hall to my father’s office. Peeking around the door frame, I saw my sister and my father, practically nose to nose as they argued.Louisa was the only person I knew who had the nerve to stand up to him. She was tall for a woman, but Father still towered over her by several inches. The gray streaks threading through his dark hair did nothing to lessen the aura of Alpha power that radiated from him. Even the lines at the corners of his eyes seemed to deepen with authority. The way he glowered down at her, nostrils flared and eyes blazing, made me want to shrink back into the shadows.Louisa never cowered. She glared right back at him, her hands planted on her hips, her chin lifted in defiance, shoulders squared like she was carved from stone.She was every bit an Alpha as Father was. As the firstborn, she should have been next in line, but the Council would never allow a female to take the title. They were all stuck in some patriarcha

Kaelen“I hate this tie. Bring me the other one.”Mandi scurried around the bed to fetch the alternative I’d laid out—the gold silk with midnight-blue stripes. She held it out with her eyes downcast, a trembling little bird. I snatched the tie from her hands and wrapped it around my neck, tucking it beneath my collar and knotting it with deliberate precision as I watched my reflection.She didn’t seem to grasp the significance of the occasion. I needed to look the part.I was about to be named Alpha.I smiled at my reflection and smoothed a hand over my short-cropped hair. The white-blond stubble was baby-soft; it would curl like a halo if I ever abandoned my crew cut.Alpha Kaelen.The title sent a thrill through me. I’d once thought I would have to kill the old man to claim it. But after my mother died, I realized I wouldn’t need to. All I had to do was wait while he drowned in his grief, his strength bleeding out one day at a time. I simply stood by and watched him rot. His weaknes

LouisaI’d only had a few days to digest the fact that my father had traded me off in an arranged mating. The betrayal festered in my mind, raw and bitter. I vacillated between rage and disappointment — between wanting to scream at him and wanting to bury him in a cold, permanent silence.I declined his offer to escort me on the short drive to my new home. I refused to stand like a helpless girl while he handed me over to a stranger. So, I wheeled my own suitcases, my boots thumping down the front steps of my childhood home while my father stood on the porch like a statue carved from guilt.I chucked my bags into the back of the SUV and slammed the door with every ounce of strength I possessed. The vehicle creaked in protest; the poor driver behind the wheel winced. I jumped into the passenger seat, buckled in, and immediately toed off my shoes, propping my feet on the dash like a rebel about to face execution.Every swear word known to man and wolf ran through my head in a steady cha

JulianI had the eerie feeling that someone was watching me. I turned my head to look back and my foot caught a brick that had worked loose from the bed edging, and I fell face first into a bushy yellow rose.When I finally managed to pick myself up—scratched, bloody and covered in soil—and make my way out of the garden, I still couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling that had struck me. I was certain someone had been watching from the house, though I could see nothing through those damn mirrored windows. It was probably Kaelen, wondering why I was still alive.I wondered, too.The restless energy of my wolf was the only thing keeping my body in motion, that unrelenting, instinctual compulsion to keep going even as everything inside me begged to stop. I barely had the strength to hobble around the house anymore. Even this short visit to Annie’s rose garden had left me winded, my limbs trembling under their own weight. I lowered myself onto the edge of a brick retaining wall to keep the worl

LouisaI could feel Kaelen’s poison burning through my veins like rattlesnake venom. My blood refused to clot, oozing stubbornly from between my fingers. It didn’t help that he’d chewed on my shoulder like a feral animal, leaving a jagged, torn wound instead of the neat punctures that marked a true bond. My wolf was a storm inside me—snarling, howling, whimpering all at once. She didn’t know whether to fight, flee, or simply grieve.This was a violation. Of body. Of spirit. Of law.No wolf marked another without consent. The venom that sealed a mark wasn’t just physical—it was sacred. A mingling of essence, a vow that tethered two souls. It was meant to be an act of reverence. To take it by force was blasphemy.Fine, I had agreed to this political charade. But I hadn’t agreed to this. I thought I’d have warning, ceremony, time to brace my wolf—to at least meet violence with dignity. Instead, Kaelen had stolen it from me like a thief in the dark.The shame burned hotter than the wound