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Alpha's Wrong Bride: Seraphine

Alpha's Wrong Bride: Seraphine

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His breath was fire against her throat.Her back hit the cold stone wall of the mansion."Tell me who you are," he growled, voice thick with rage-and something darker."I don't know," she whispered, trembling.But her eyes glowed. And deep down, something ancient stirred.Liana Bellarose was mistaken for a powerful Alpha's bride-and taken. But what begins as a terrifying mix-up quickly unravels into something far bigger. Hidden within her is a power long thought extinct, one that could shift the balance of the entire werewolf realm. Now, every Alpha wants her. But Liana isn't here to be claimed. She's here to reclaim everything.

Chapter 1 For The Family

Dante's POV

"You'll marry her."

No morning hello. No how's-your-shift. Just that-like it was as instinctive as ordering me to pull out a heart on the operating table.

I didn't look up. Just kept tracing the rim of my glass, letting the silence hang between us like a third entity in the room.

"And if I don't?

He walked as always-measured, polished, cold. Predator in a suit. "You will. We don't pair at random, Dante."

I laughed, hard and acidic. "She's not my mate."

"Doesn't matter."

"It does to me."

"That's your human," he said to me, voice as smooth as rocks over marble. "We don't let the beast have its way. We tame it."

And there it was. That Volmore mantra. The type of ideology passed from teeth to throat. My father was not a man. He was a wolf that'd chewed out his own heart for the pack.

He slid a file down the table. Thick. Surgical. Final.

Stella Virello's face leered back at me as if she knew. As if she hated it as much as I did.

"She ran," I said.

"And we found her," he replied, as innocent as sin. "That's what matters."

I finally caught his eye. "Why her?"

He blinked. Slowly. Unapologetically. "Bloodline. Legacy. Alliance. She's from a strong Alpha line. Their genes, our power. The future demands."

I settled back in my chair, lips twisting around the taste of it. This was no wedding. This was a breeding plan. Cold wolf intuition. No heart, no passion, just engineered bloodlines.

"This isn't the Dark Ages," I muttered.

"No," he said. "Worse. The Dark Ages ended. This never does."

He stood up. Done. As always. Volmores never beg. They command.

But before he went out, he hammered home one final nail.

"Fated mates are a myth, Dante. Real wolves build empires. They don't wait for stars to align."

And he was gone.

I sat there by myself, staring at her photo. Stella. A girl I was supposed to bind myself to in front of a pack of wolves who wore perfume and pearls but would tear your throat out if you blinked the wrong way.

This wasn't a union.

It was a leash.

And I was already gagging on it.

---

The clock on the wall ticks louder than my thoughts. I can hear every second crawl by, feel the weight of them pressing down. Forty-eight hours. Two days. The deadline's set, the deal signed, and the price has already been paid.

The chair groans beneath me as I stand, walking to the window. It should be peaceful. The way everything looks when you're too high to see the dirt. But the view doesn't settle me.

"Control," I mutter under my breath. "Control."

That's the game. Over the blood that wants to run wild. Over the wolf that wants to claw its way free and howl at the moon.

I don't want a mate. Never did. Mates are for weak wolves - wolves who can't command, wolves who think love will protect them from the darkness inside.

But it's not just about me. It's about bloodlines. The pack. The empire. The Volmore name is carved into history like a scar on this world.

Time's ticking, and it's suffocating me.

The wolf knows what I am. It knows what's at stake. A wife, a union, a life tied to another, bound by tradition. But my instincts scream - don't do this.

I squeeze my fists, digging my nails into the palms until it hurts.

"Focus," I growl, the word slipping out. "Stay human."

The air around me shivers like it's alive with that other world. The one I've buried deep. The one where the pack rules, where instincts reign.

I walk to the desk and pull open the drawer. Inside, there's a small silver vial. A reminder of what happens when I lose control. The wolf that's only been caged by will.

I put the vial back.

Stella isn't a mate. She isn't even a choice. But she's here. Now. In my world.

I feel the walls close in again. The hunger growls in my chest.

The pack is waiting for me to lead.

---

Cracking the still moment, a knock on the door.

I didn't look up. "Come in."

Enoch entered with his usual silent precision.

"She's here," he said, his tone as neutral as the rest of him.

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