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The Alpha's Bride

Alpha Damon, the unmated Alpha of the largest pack in North America, is facing reality where Elders are pressuring him to marry a bride of their choice. A marriage of convenience. A marriage for power. Damon is aware that Elders want to use him in their schemes, and he is determined to show them that he is no one's pawn. No one can force him into marriage, not even the Moon Goddess. “I don’t need a woman in my life to obstruct me. A girlfriend is a nuisance, a wife would be a problem, and a mate would be a disaster.” Will he give in? Which one will he choose? Will he have a choice once he finds his mate? Join Damon on his journey during which he will broaden his horizons and change in the most unexpected ways when the right woman enters his life. --- Note: the main storyline ends with chapter 986. --- Connect with me. Discord: https://discord.gg/cFaejHB Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/RedSonia.Novels Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/redsonia_novels/ --- I own the cover. --- Give my other novels a try! - Amara - Reunion - The Supreme Alpha - Is this Destiny? - Accident Prone

RedSonia · Fantasy
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1073 Chs

A different type of prisoner (2)

'DING-DONG!'

Lisa groaned at the sound of the doorbell and shouted, "MOM! Will you get that!?"

It took Lisa a few seconds to remember that Stephanie was probably at the packhouse to prepare breakfast for high-ranking guests; for the VIP bunch where Lisa didn't belong anymore.

With the noise from the doorbell not stopping, Lisa dragged herself to the door.

"WHAT!?", Lisa shouted as she flung the door open, and her eyes widened when she saw two warriors standing there and looking at her sternly. She cleared her throat. "Did you get the wrong place?"

One of the warriors shook his head. "We are at the right place, Lisa." He gestured at her nightgown. "Change into something appropriate and come with us."

Lisa clutched her nightgown at the chest level like they were about to undress her forcibly. "Why? Where?"

The other warrior frowned. "Alpha's orders. You have five minutes."