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The Alpha Prince's Luna

Bernard is the future Alpha of his clan. He is the Prince of their Kingdom. The Royal witch has foreseen his mate from the common people. She is Cordelia, the adopted daughter of a farmer. Cordelia is forced to marry Bernard since they never met before. Their relationship has a rocky start and Cordelia resents that Bernard has a lover named Freya. Later on, Cordelia and Bernard gets closer but Cordelia discovers the secret of the werewolf kingdom. Cordelia flees to a tribe and she discovers her true self as well. She is a werewolf herself. Bernard realizes that Cordelia is his true love so he searches for her. They realize that they are destined mates.
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Chapter 3

Cordelia cries uncontrollably but makes sure not to be heard. Her tears flow endlessly but she does not bother to wipe them off. She shakes her head as if to tell herself that she cannot accept this. She cannot go through with this marriage with this kind of cruel fate. In her sorrow about her predicament, she does not see the flowerpot by the door as she attempts to leave that place quickly. She hits her foot at the flowerpot and trips. She falls to the ground with a thudding sound as the flowerpot tips over as well. The pain of her foot adds to the anguish in her heart. She attempts to stand but slumps back down to the ground. With her emotional state, she feels weakened for a moment.

"What was that?" The voice of the woman from inside Prince Bernard's chambers can be heard. She sounds worried by the sudden disturbance from the outside. The door of the Prince's chamber opens and Prince Bernard emerges with Freya behind him. Both appear surprised upon seeing Cordelia on the ground.

As Prince Bernard glances at the broken flowerpot, he figures out immediately what happened.

"Who are you? Are you okay?" Prince Bernard asks in a half astonished but gentle tone. He walks toward Cordelia automatically.

Cordelia keeps her eyes on the ground as she focuses on her hurting foot, massaging it carefully.

Seeing this lady who seems to be hurt gives the Prince a feeling of wanting to help her and make sure that she is not injured. He bends to help her stand. He keeps staring at Cordelia with wonder and admiration as if she is the most beautiful woman he has ever seen. Prince Bernard cannot understand why he feels like he does not want to let go of the mysterious woman's hand.

Cordelia allows Prince Bernard to help her back to her footing as she attempts to wipe off her tears as quickly as possible. She can still feel her foot pulsing in pain but tries to ignore it. She avoids Prince Bernard's stare but she cannot ignore the heavy feeling in her heart regarding the conversation she overheard just a few moments ago. She retrieved her hand from Prince Bernard's grasp. At this point, she intends to regain her composure with whatever pride she can muster. However, she feels grateful for the gesture of the Prince to help her.

The Prince appears to be unwilling to let go of her hand but he has no choice. Instead, he reaches out to assist Cordelia by her elbow. The lady appears a bit wobbly still and it worries him instinctively. In doing so, he feels like a force similar to electricity has hit him. He can feel the energy pulsing in his veins with this strange connection to this woman. The woman is like a stimulus that gives him this hyperactive feeling. Even his heart is beating double time. His heart feels like it is about to burst with a strong attraction toward this woman. He has never met her before but he feels so attached to her already. A strong allure for this woman's beauty that is very inexplicable to him is taking over him at this moment. The woman has not uttered a single word after his inquiry and so Prince Bernard repeats his question.

"Who are you? Are you alright?” He says this with so much concern in his voice.

Cordelia looks at the Prince for the very first time. She is overwhelmed at how handsome Prince Bernard is. She seems to have forgotten her pain as she focuses on the Prince's captivating eyes. She can feel the heat on her face and she is aware that she is blushing as well with this strange feeling. There is like a magnet pulling her to this handsome man. She is frozen to the very spot she is on right now. She allows Prince Bernard to support her a bit. She feels weakened even more with this strange sensation.

All of a sudden, Prince Bernard touches Cordelia's face with his free hand. Both of them feel the heated intensity of that touch. Even Cordelia cannot refuse the Prince's hands against her cheek. She feels the warmth spread all over her with that touch.

"Are you alright? I am Prince Bernard. Just tell me what you need and I will help you." Prince Bernard says softly like a promise.

Cordelia can see the sincerity in those eyes. The Prince seems to mean everything that he has uttered at that moment. She cannot deny the trust that his eyes reflect on her own eyes.

In that instant, they seem to be the only two people existing. The whole palace seems to transform into a different world where everything is beautiful and sunny. The heat that both Prince Bernard and Cordelia are experiencing merges as one like a connection that has long been trying to link them together.

In the meantime, Freya, who was temporarily forgotten at this point, made a coughing sound to get their attention. Just like that, the connection between Prince Bernard and Cordelia breaks automatically with Freya's disturbance.

Cordelia immediately pulls away from the Prince as she glances towards Freya, who was leaning casually against the door of the Prince's chamber.

Prince Bernard, on the other hand, runs his emptied hand over his hair when Cordelia pulled away. He appears suddenly embarrassed with what transpired between them.

"I know who you are your highness! And I know who she is too." Cordelia finally finds her own voice to speak up. She also begins to regain her original state of sadness over her situation.

"What you are not aware of is that I am your bride-to-be!" She continues with a shaky voice, gathering her anger once more from everything she has heard earlier.

"What?" This is the only response that Prince Bernard is able to say in his surprise at what this woman in front of him has just said.

Freya merely crosses her arms in front of her without a care. She smirks at Cordelia at the same time as her eyes are sending dagger looks toward this bride-to-be of her prince.

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