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’ve been doing the same thing every day for so long that the days are starting to jumble up in my head. I start in Xander’s room, wiping the floors on my knees, just like he forces me to do every morning. I am not allowed to sweep it with a broom, only given a simple, ratty rag and some kind of cleaner in a spray bottle.


My joints ache on the solid, thick floors. Xander is getting ready in the washroom, shaving the fresh, blond stubble that pokes out of his jaw and neck. He works slowly, carefully, and I try to match the opposite of his pace to get this tedious task over with.


It’s only to demean me. Just like the act of cutting my hair. It’s short and gray in color almost, so white that the shadows reflect off the strands to be slightly darker. I miss the feeling of my long hair. I miss feeling beautiful. Last I checked, my eyes are pale in color, void of any blue hue as I look like I’ve been given glass for eyeballs.


Chapter 45