Bride of the Alpha(9)

By: Georgette St. Clair

I struggled to find words. “Um,” I said. “My goodness, Maxwell. You certainly prepared for your wedding day.”

“Oh, you can call me Max. No need to be formal.”

I really didn’t want to tell him the truth. I wanted to stay there with him in the bridal chamber. I wanted to find out what all those toys did.

“So, not what you expected for your wedding day?” he asked.

Then, before I could answer, he grabbed ahold of my wrist, yanked the bracelet off, and dropped it on the floor. I gasped in shock. Instantly, I looked like myself again.

“Now, what’s your real name, and where is Camille?” he demanded.

Chapter Four

I swallowed hard. “You…you knew all along?” I asked.

“Name.”His expression had turned serious.


“Last name? I like to know the maiden name of the woman I’m marrying. I’m old fashioned that way.” He was tapping his foot impatiently on the floor.


“Where is your home pack from?”

“Fool’s Gold Gulch. Northern California. I moved out here to go to college, though, and when I graduated I never went back.”

“So where do you live?”

“A few hours from here, in a town called River Run. By myself. Studio apartment.” I was babbling. Sheer panic had taken over my brain.

“Oh, good, so you’re single,” he said sardonically.

“Of course I’m single!” I spluttered furiously. “What do you take me for?”

“My lawful wedded wife, among other things, but we’ll discuss that later. Where is Camille?” My new hubby was quite the smartass.

“I don’t know,” I said.

He raised an eyebrow at that. “Are we going to play the game where I make you talk?” he asked. “It’s our wedding day. I like those kind of games.”

He began moving towards me and I backed up. I realized he was maneuvering me towards the bed.

“But I’m warning you,” he continued, “I spank very hard.”

I was a little scared but also very, very turned on. I was tempted to keep my mouth shut just so he’d spank me, but he actually looked pretty mad.

“I really don’t know where she went, and we did that on purpose,” I said. “It’s not personal. She doesn’t even know you, and she didn’t want to be in an arranged marriage.”

He frowned, appearing to consider what I’d told him. “Who are you, exactly? Why are you here?”

“I was just trying to help her out. We were room-mates at college.”

“And the reason for concocting this elaborate scheme was…?”

“To distract you and everyone else so she’d have time to hightail it out of the state. The second her uncle told her that she had to marry you, she was placed under guard. This was the only way.”

“I see.” He nodded.

“How did you know I wasn’t Camille? How did you know about the charm?” I asked. “Nobody else could tell. It even fooled her uncle.”

He shrugged. “I knew from the minute I saw you,” he said.

“You knew all along?” I echoed dumbly. And he still married me? Why?

“How did you know?”

He smiled at me. “We all have our secrets. I may tell you some day.”

I wanted to demand an answer, but I was hardly in a position to do so.

“I’m really sorry about the problems this is going to cause,” I said, sincerely. “I just didn’t want to see her forced into an arranged marriage. So, I guess I should leave now…”

He looked at me questioningly.

“Leave? For where?”

“Well, you’re going to want to arrange an annulment right away…hey, Kray said that he could arrange for someone else to marry you. Maybe he’ll do that?” I said, my voice quavering. For some reason, the thought of someone else marrying Max made my stomach lurch.

“Who says we’re getting an annulment?”

“But…”my jaw dropped. He was joking, right? He had to be joking.

I gestured at myself. It was a hot day, I was sweating, and the dress I was wearing clung to me in all the wrong places. I’m a pear shaped girl with wide hips and big boobs and a big butt. I have a generous belly.

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