All Chapters of Alpha Hawthorne : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

—Prologue— As I gazed at my reflection in the mirror, I couldn’t hold back the tears welling up in my eyes. Today marked the day that I would be taken by the king’s guard to meet my selected spouse, Alpha Hawthorne. It wasn’t the prospect of meeting him that troubled me, but rather the unsettling rumors surrounding him. Whispers from several of our former palace maids painted him as a heartless leader, viewing women as mere objects for his pleasure. The tales of his devilish nature and cruelty made my heart skip a beat, and the realization that I was about to marry the very man I dreaded sent shivers down my spine. Just then, the door swung open, and I saw my step-sister, Lily, glaring at me with cold eyes from the dressing mirror. Her yellow gown accentuated her curves, and her golden hair was braided elegantly with a yellow bangle adorning her wrist. She wore her signature glossy red lipstick while holding a yellow hand fan, seemingly obsessed with the color. “Get

It’s been weeks since I’ve been sold to Hawthorne and just few days left to turn twenty. To top the icing on the cake, I had just recently discovered that I was pregnant for him! I couldn’t bring myself to tell him, not just yet but I was hoping I could do so, tonight. I clutched the tray of food in my hand, my legs shaking as I approached the dining table. Alpha Hawthorne seemed engrossed in a newspaper, unaware of my gaze. Along with Margret, three other maids also brought trays of steaming hot turkey. I stole a glance at him, feeling uneasy. I almost turned to leave, but his command halted me in my tracks. “Wait behind, Aurora,” he said firmly. Taking a deep breath, surprisingly not anxious, I turned around to face him. The other maids, including Margret, were dismissed. He walked towards me, standing close, and lifted my chin to look into his emotionless eyes. They were cold and distant. “Go get dressed. I want you to be a presentable Luna,” he muttered, surprising me with his

—Aurora’s pov—As I removed the dress I had worn to dinner, I gazed at the young woman in the mirror. A sigh escaped my lips, and she mirrored my action, her expression reflecting her heartache. It was hard to fathom that the woman before me was actually me.I unpinned my hair, letting it cascade down my shoulders like a waterfall, and a tear trickled down as I scrutinized my reflection. My heart pounded heavily, each beat deepening my misery. This was an unfamiliar feeling, one I never wanted to experience again.A few maids entered my room carrying more clothes. I let out a derisive snort, refraining from saying anything as they indicated I was to wear yet another dress, a mandate from the Alpha. Once they left, I stared at the pink, translucent gown through the mirror, hesitating. Well, at least he got my color right. I finally stood up from the chair and walked toward the bed, examining the clothes.Soon, I was dressed. My shampooed hair, dripped off water as I tried t

—ALPHA HAWTHORNE’S POV— Leaving paw prints with every step, I dashed into the woods, convinced she had taken refuge there. Coming to an abrupt halt, I gazed up at the full moon and let out a howl. The call of an Alpha. Before long, several howls echoed in response. Emerging from the woods behind me, a group of wolves sprinted forward and came to a stop. Yet, none dared to stand beside me except one—my beta. “You are going to have to spread out with them, that way, we can find her faster.” I mind linked him as his brown eyes remained fixed on me. Without delay, he turned towards the other wolves, transmitting my command to them. Soon, they dashed off in a different direction. The sound of dried leaves rustling underfoot and the snapping of twigs echoed through the air as they moved. However, one wolf did not move. It wasn’t Ryan but a guard. He was the only one that had stayed behind, the only one I wanted to stay behind. “Go, if you find her, howl for me.” I mind linked and soon,

“Aurora, he is here.” Monica announced, and from the tone of her voice, it was evident that she was feeling anxious. I didn’t respond, instead, I continued to gaze at the dressing mirror. I found myself lost in thought, pondering about Hawthorne’s well-being and contemplating what he would do. How might he respond upon discovering that his partner sought refuge with a rival pack, carrying his unborn child? My right hand subconsciously rubbed my stomach as I observed it in the mirror. It had only been two weeks since I had joined Monica at the Orphanage, assisting her with the children. “Aurora!” she called once more, this time her voice carried a higher pitch. Her tone reeked of increased anxiety, effectively jolting me out of my thoughts. “Just a moment!” I yelled in reply, simultaneously applying lip balm to my chapped lips. After smacking them together, I gave my hair a gentle brush. Staying in the Manor for a few days, I had come to understand how the system worked here. To su