The Demon Alpha’s Bride
I killed my mate on the same day my Alpha father put me up as a price for our pack’s werewolf power competition.
It was a mistake. Borne by my defiance against the pack's law that a woman cannot reject a man, even if he's stuck his d**k in EVERY hole under a skirt available to him, else something tragic is going to happen.
Because of that, I was stripped of my title as princess, degraded to a common slave and declared a surrogate to an alpha whose name is the only thing I know about him.
Alpha Demorath of Blackwood pack.
His name states exactly what he is. A demon alpha who is not just going to be my master – the one who my father strongly believes can TAME me – but also the father of my unborn child. But Demorath and I are like fire and poison, two elements that work so well together. Only if you consider our intentions.