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 dream of my childhood. Most of it involves Luke.


We were supposed to be mates, or at least that is what I dreamed of every day since I was told about finding a fated mate. It just made sense. I stuck to that idea all my life, too, and when he found his mate, I felt lost. I still feel lost without Luke.


But he isn’t my mate. Somewhere deep down, I know he can’t be my mate. He has Mary, if she hasn’t rejected him, and I will have myself. Jaxson can’t be pleased with being rejected but it’s best for him. He may have moved on like Xander said. I hope it makes him happy. Everyone at the gala, in the royal pack, was right. He deserves someone better than me.


“Reject you,” I mumble, woozy with exhaustion.


Chapter 52