Alpha TristanIt had been weeks since Vanessa had stood up to Lady Bianca, and as time passed, I found myself caught in an unexpected web. I had always thought of Vanessa as someone who was... well, nothing more than a lady with a lot of opinions. She wasn’t bad, per se, but I hadn’t exactly gone out of my way to get to know her. She was a lady of the palace, one who lived by the rules and adhered to traditions. She had been a presence, yes, but one I didn’t care much to engage with.At least, that’s what I had told myself.But ever since the incident with Bianca, something in me had shifted. It wasn’t just that she’d confronted my stepmother, though that alone had been enough to make me pause. No, it was the way she had handled it. With calm composure and an honesty that cut through the tension in the room like a blade. She wasn’t afraid of speaking her mind, and that was... refreshing. It made her stand out, in a way that I hadn’t expected.I’d never been one to entertain the idea o
ValerieReaching out to my parents about my sister’s health had become an impossible task. I had tried, but the risk was too great, especially after Fiona, one of the palace's most vigilant maids, almost caught me the last time I attempted to send a message. Since then, I had been forced to bury my concerns deep within me, even though the worry gnawed at my heart.I missed my sister terribly. She was the rightful Bride of Alpha Tristan, the one who had been chosen for this life. Pretending to be her wasn’t just difficult, it was soul-crushing. I wasn’t cut out for this world of rigid rules, constant surveillance, and hidden power plays. I longed for my old life, where I wasn’t walking on eggshells or pretending to be someone I wasn’t.And then there was Tristan. He had made it painfully clear that I was nothing more than an unwanted placeholder in his life. His heart still belonged to his ex, a fact he didn’t bother to hide. Living under the same roof as him, enduring his cold indiffe
CarlReturning to the palace wasn’t just about taking up responsibilities or reconnecting with family, it was about reminding Tristan that I wasn’t someone he could ignore. We had been rivals for as long as I could remember, constantly trying to outdo each other in everything from training to leadership, and even now, nothing had changed.Except now, he was married.And not to just anyone, but to someone strikingly beautiful. Vanessa. The moment I saw her on the staircase, struggling not to fall, I knew who she was. I had heard whispers about her, though I hadn’t expected her to be so… captivating. The way her eyes widened when I caught her, the soft flush on her cheeks, she was unlike anyone else in this cold, calculated palace. And I could already tell she was Tristan’s weakness.Which made her all the more interesting to me.Tristan had always been the perfect Alpha, stoic, disciplined, and unshakable. But seeing him that day, his mask slipping as I held Vanessa in my arms, was a r
Alpha TristanCarl had always been a thorn in my side. For as long as I could remember, his presence was a constant reminder that even the things I cherished most were never safe. He thrived on competition, on finding ways to provoke me, and it infuriated me how easily he could slip into someone’s life and stir chaos.And now, it was Vanessa.I stood in the shadows of the hallway, watching her and Carl from a distance. The way he leaned toward her, that stupid, smug grin plastered on his face, made my teeth clench. He said something that made her laugh an unguarded, light laugh that I hadn’t heard from her in weeks.That laugh, it shouldn’t have been meant for him.Carl reached out, his hand brushing hers briefly, and something inside me snapped. I turned on my heel and headed straight to my chambers, slamming the door behind me. My breathing was heavy, and my hands were balled into fists at my sides.This wasn’t about her. It wasn’t.I repeated the thought in my head like a mantra, t
Alpha Tristan Sleep evaded me that night. My mind was restless, circling the same thought over and over, Vanessa.She had come to me willingly, stood in my room, and looked me in the eyes, questioning my anger. I should have been able to brush it off, to say it was nothing, that Carl had always been a problem and that was all there was to it. But the moment she asked why it bothered me, I had nearly slipped.Because the truth was, it wasn’t just about Carl. It was about her.And that truth was dangerous.I sighed, rubbing a hand down my face as I pushed away from my desk. The moonlight cast a pale glow over my chamber, shadows stretching across the walls. Sleep wouldn’t come, not with these thoughts eating at me.I needed air.Leaving my room, I made my way down the dimly lit halls of the palace. The guards stationed at the corners straightened at my approach, nodding respectfully, but I ignored them. I wasn’t in the mood for formalities.I found myself heading toward the balcony tha
ValerieI never planned to fall for him.If anything, I had sworn I wouldn’t.Alpha Tristan was cold, distant, and impossibly frustrating. He had made it clear from the beginning that he hadn’t wanted me here, that I was not the one he had chosen. And yet, something had changed, slowly, subtly, in ways I hadn’t even noticed until it was too late.It was the way he looked at me when he thought I wasn’t paying attention. His gaze, sharp and piercing, softened at times, lingering on me just a moment longer than necessary. It was in the way his voice lost its usual edge when he spoke to me, quieter, almost hesitant.It was the way he touched me, small, fleeting moments that shouldn’t have meant anything but somehow did. The accidental brush of his fingers against mine when we passed each other in the halls. The warmth of his hand on my lower back when guiding me through a crowded room. The firm grip on my wrist whenever he stopped me from walking away too quickly.It was everything.And I
ValarieThe morning sun poured through the tall glass windows of the palace, spilling warmth across the floors. I hadn’t slept much. After the kiss in the garden, I had returned to my chamber, my heart still fluttering, my lips tingling from his touch.I touched my fingers to them now, replaying the moment in my mind again and again. It hadn’t been just a kiss. It had been a promise… or maybe the beginning of something I wasn’t sure either of us had the courage to name.But as I stared at my reflection in the mirror, brushing my hair slowly, reality began to creep in.Tristan was still Alpha. I was still his unwanted bride… at least in the eyes of others. No matter how warm his eyes had been last night, how gentle his hands had felt, it didn’t erase the tension that still existed between us or the whispers that floated through the palace corridors.I sighed and reached for the silk robe, wrapping it tightly around me before stepping out of the chamber.As I walked down the hallway to
Tristan I didn’t mean to fall for her. I fought it. I buried it. I ignored it. But now, it was all I could feel. Even as I rode back toward the palace, Vanessa beside me with her soft laughter still echoing in my ears, I realized that something had shifted not just between us, but within me. It was terrifying. Because Alpha Tristan, son of the great Alpha Theo who came from the lineage of warriors, heir to the bloodline of rulers didn’t fall. I didn’t lose control. I didn’t allow emotions to interfere with duty. Yet one look at her, one smile, and everything I’d spent years mastering crumbled like dust. She had started out as a stranger. A name on a scroll. A face I was forced to accept. But now, she was the only person who made my world feel… alive. I stole a glance at her while she was distracted by the trees ahead. Her hair whipped gently with the wind, her fingers gripped the reins delicately, and her lips were curved slightly as if the joy of the ride still
ValerieThe palace was deathly quiet tonight, and yet my heart refused to match its stillness. The silence wasn’t peaceful, it was deafening, stretching through the corridors like an unspoken warning, pressing against my chest like a weight I couldn’t shake.I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at the small, hidden communication device in my trembling hands. It had been weeks since I last heard their voices. Weeks since I last checked on her.Vanessa.My sister. The real bride of Alpha Tristan.My hands clenched around the device. The risk of making this call was so much . If anyone in this palace discovered what I was about to do, it would be over. Everything would be over.But I had to know. I had to hear it for myself.I took a shaky breath and pressed the call button.The line rang once.Twice.Then, finally…….“Valerie?” My mother’s voice was hushed, almost frantic.I swallowed hard, gripping the device as if it were my only tether to reality. “Mother, it’s me.”A pause. Then, “W
Valarie The music behind us slowly faded as we walked down the grand corridor, away from the noise, away from the laughter and whispers. It was just the two of us now, and somehow, the silence felt louder than anything else.My fingers brushed against the smooth fabric of my dress as I walked beside him, feeling oddly aware of every step. The walls of the palace, adorned with golden sconces and elegant paintings, had never felt so intimate, so quiet. And yet, there was something in the air, something unspoken between us that made the silence hum with meaning.Tristan hadn’t said much since we left the party. He wasn’t cold, not exactly, just thoughtful. Still, I couldn’t help but glance sideways at him, trying to read what lingered behind his eyes.“You’re quiet,” I finally said, keeping my voice light. “Should I be worried?”His lips twitched with a faint smirk, eyes still forward. “You’re always trying to provoke a reaction.”“Only when you make it too easy.”That earned me a quiet
Alpha TristanThe hall was brighter than usual.Laughter danced across the walls, music echoed lightly in the background, and the scent of fine wine mixed with freshly cut roses clung to the air. The chandeliers above glistened like a thousand stars, as if Carl had summoned heaven itself just to dazzle the nobles who lined the floors.Typical Carl.A celebration masked in charm , something to win over the court, soften Alpha Theo’s expected return, and make the people question what kind of Alpha they’d prefer to see in the future. It was more than a party. It was a well crafted performance.And I hated every second of it.I didn’t care for parties. I didn’t care for the forced smiles and hushed gossip in the corners. But I’d come anyway, not because I wanted to, but because I had to.Because I couldn’t let Carl have the stage alone.I moved through the grand entrance, nodding briefly at a few nobles as I passed. I scanned the crowd, ignoring the murmurs and side glances that always se
CarlThe morning sun was shining beautifully as I stepped out of my room and headed towards the balcony.I could still hear my mother’s voice echoing from last night, “Win the people. Win Theo.”I’d spent most of my life hiding behind sharp wit and casual indifference, watching Tristan take center stage while I stayed in the wings. But this time, the stage was mine, and I was about to command it with a different kind of power, not force or Alpha authority, but charm. Presence. Influence.As I walked through the corridors, the palace staff seemed to stiffen slightly, unused to my early presence. Good. Let them get used to it.“Good morning, Clara,” I greeted the elderly maid tending to the vases near the hallway.Her eyes widened slightly. “Oh… good morning, Prince Carl.”“Those are tulips, yes?” I asked, pausing beside her. “My mother always said they brighten any room. You’ve arranged them beautifully.”A soft flush touched her cheeks. “Thank you, sir. I….i try my best.”“And it show
CarlThe palace walls had always been cold. Even as a boy, I remembered how the echo of my footsteps rang louder than laughter in these halls. Power, not love, fed the air here and no one understood that better than my mother.Lady Bianca sat by the wide window of her private parlor, bathed in soft sunlight, her posture perfect, her beauty sharp like a well forged blade. She looked like a queen even though she wore no crown. She never needed one. Her presence alone demanded attention.I stood by the fireplace, arms crossed, watching her pour herself a cup of rose tea as though she wasn’t about to orchestrate another storm.“You’ve been too quiet lately, Carl,” she said, not even glancing up. “That’s not like you.”“I’ve been observing,” I replied. “Sometimes silence tells more than words.”“Ah,” she said with a knowing smile. “But silence doesn’t win hearts. It doesn’t win legacies either.”I didn’t respond. I knew where this was going. She’d been patient long enough.Her teacup clink
CarlI could sense it, the shift in the air, subtle but unmistakable. Tristan was changing, he smiles often now and does things he dare not do before and I knew the cause.Her.Vanessa .At first, I thought she’d be like every other pretty face sent into this palace , refined, mild, quiet. Someone molded by duty, too afraid to stand tall in the presence of Alphas. But Vanessa was different. She wasn’t just beautiful , she was unintentionally magnificent , the kind of woman whose presence lingered long after she left a room, charming and elegant And Tristan, as much as he pretended otherwise, was completely drowning in her without even realizing it.Or maybe he did.Maybe that was the real reason he’d been colder than usual, more easily irritated, and more reckless with his decisions. He was trying to bury what was obvious to everyone who dared to look closely enough .the Alpha and ruler had fallen and he was falling hard.And I was enjoying every second of it.It wasn’t about her, n
Tristan I didn’t mean to fall for her. I fought it. I buried it. I ignored it. But now, it was all I could feel. Even as I rode back toward the palace, Vanessa beside me with her soft laughter still echoing in my ears, I realized that something had shifted not just between us, but within me. It was terrifying. Because Alpha Tristan, son of the great Alpha Theo who came from the lineage of warriors, heir to the bloodline of rulers didn’t fall. I didn’t lose control. I didn’t allow emotions to interfere with duty. Yet one look at her, one smile, and everything I’d spent years mastering crumbled like dust. She had started out as a stranger. A name on a scroll. A face I was forced to accept. But now, she was the only person who made my world feel… alive. I stole a glance at her while she was distracted by the trees ahead. Her hair whipped gently with the wind, her fingers gripped the reins delicately, and her lips were curved slightly as if the joy of the ride still
ValarieThe morning sun poured through the tall glass windows of the palace, spilling warmth across the floors. I hadn’t slept much. After the kiss in the garden, I had returned to my chamber, my heart still fluttering, my lips tingling from his touch.I touched my fingers to them now, replaying the moment in my mind again and again. It hadn’t been just a kiss. It had been a promise… or maybe the beginning of something I wasn’t sure either of us had the courage to name.But as I stared at my reflection in the mirror, brushing my hair slowly, reality began to creep in.Tristan was still Alpha. I was still his unwanted bride… at least in the eyes of others. No matter how warm his eyes had been last night, how gentle his hands had felt, it didn’t erase the tension that still existed between us or the whispers that floated through the palace corridors.I sighed and reached for the silk robe, wrapping it tightly around me before stepping out of the chamber.As I walked down the hallway to
ValerieI never planned to fall for him.If anything, I had sworn I wouldn’t.Alpha Tristan was cold, distant, and impossibly frustrating. He had made it clear from the beginning that he hadn’t wanted me here, that I was not the one he had chosen. And yet, something had changed, slowly, subtly, in ways I hadn’t even noticed until it was too late.It was the way he looked at me when he thought I wasn’t paying attention. His gaze, sharp and piercing, softened at times, lingering on me just a moment longer than necessary. It was in the way his voice lost its usual edge when he spoke to me, quieter, almost hesitant.It was the way he touched me, small, fleeting moments that shouldn’t have meant anything but somehow did. The accidental brush of his fingers against mine when we passed each other in the halls. The warmth of his hand on my lower back when guiding me through a crowded room. The firm grip on my wrist whenever he stopped me from walking away too quickly.It was everything.And I