I'm Aurora, an unmated commoner, an inferior bloodline. 

My parents taught me a lot of things growing up, but the most important one is never piss off a royal.  They run the world, they make the rules, and they are brutal when they don’t get exactly what they want, especially an unmated commoner girl.

Most royals fuck commoner girls for fun, knowing we couldn’t possibly fight back. Some of them do it to get their release and then kill them, leaving behind no chance for an heir that is a half-breed. I’ve never seen a commoner female return from the palace.

There aren’t many of us left in my pack, but my alpha has managed to convince the royal warriors that there aren’t any unmated females in his pack and if there were, he would gladly hand them over I’m unmated, only a year and half away from turning twenty to feel my mate. I pray to Moon Goddess that I need the protection of a mate.

Until that day, a tall, brute man walks into my house like he was invited in. I tremble while he grins.

He is a Royal.

The Alpha's Commoner Bride

I can no longer tell day from night; I just know the light never come on. I’m in a cell of sorts with thick metal walls, only a few feet wide in each direction, enough to stick my arms out and tough my fingertips on either wall. When I sleep, I curl into a ball on the floor, my back pressed against a corner, and I watch the solid door, waiting to see if maybe today it will open.


Xander hasn’t come by. I don’t know what I expected, or what will happen to me, but even weak and depleted, I can still smell Luke’s scent sometimes. It gives my wolf hope, and it heals my hurt heart. If this is all I have, then I guess I will have to suffice.


I run my hands over my scalp, missing the feeling of my long, clean hair. At some point when I was brough here, it was cut short, into a mere stubble, and I was thrown into a thick, long shirt with nothing else to wear. I don’t know if this is meant to humiliate me, or frighten me, but both are true.


Chapter 42