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 never had many friends growing up. I was the Alpha’s son, the one fated to be the king of the royal pack one day, and it’s hard to imagine anyone wanting to be that guy’s friend. I was always seen as stern, as solid, but truthfully, I’ve never felt more broken.


Part of me wishes I made more friends growing up. Everyone thinks my mate is deceased and now, she very well could be dead; she rejected me outright. I’ve never known ache like this. Not having her just through the link alone makes my body sore. I want her to hear me, to feel my warmth, and I want her to feel safe.


“Son,” my father calls in the doorway.


I haven’t left her room in what feels like ages. I need her scent back into my life so I sleep here, but in turn I slowly cover the aura of her scent, and it frightens me to think it will be gone soon.


“Come on, Jaxson, you have to lead the recruits for the parade,” he says, stern as ever.


Chapter 43