Alpha’s Betted Bride (Gabriella) novel Chapter 1

~Unknown POV~

My mother had just told me the news. I was standing in the dining room, and my father was sitting on a chair with his elbow leaning on the table. My mother had her hand on his shoulder and both of them were giving me nothing short of an ultimatum.

”Sweetheart, the title is yours, you will lead your pack but first you must take a wife,” My mother said and I saw the pleading in her eyes. She tilted her head down slightly and looked up at me with a certain mix of sadness and guilt. But none of that would change her mind.

”Gabriella is from a good family, her father spoke well of her and they do have a certain respect from other packs around the country.” My father said. That was all this was, a good business deal on their end.

”So do we, we have more respect and more alias than any other pack. I will not be taking a wife,” I seethed.

”It’s not a discussion, son. The deal has been made, she will arrive in two days and the wedding will take place right away.”

”She’s a spoiled bitch who can't get by without Dady’s money!”

”Language!” My mom scolded and stepped forward. My dad stood up and heaved a sigh.

”This will be good, for all of us. They need this to keep their pack strong and you will become Alpha. It’s a done deal,”

I was in the den, playing pool and thinking about driving the cue tup through my chest. With enough strength, it should be possible.

I placed the cue in its position and narrowed my eyes on the ball. The rage that had built in me was surging out of my arms, down into my fingertips, and out into the cue tip.

The tip hit the ball and it flew up, over the table, and nearly hit Cole in his face.

”Whoa!” He said and grabbed the ball an inch in front of his face. Too bad, I could've used the laugh.

”I’m guessing the meeting wasn't to talk about the food arrangements for when you take over the pack?” He asked and placed the ball down on the table.

”No. It was to talk about the arrangements for my marriage.” His eyes widened a fraction and then the laugh came.

”I’ll shoot the ball again and this time you won't be able to grab it.” I said and tossed the cue down on the table. It bounced and the balls rolled away.

”I’m sorry but what the hell do you mean with ’marriage?” He asked.

”They’ve arranged for me to marry Gabriella Santos from the Trimoon pack,” Cole didn't even attempt to hide his laughter and I hoped he’d choke on it.