The Cursed Prince's Strange Bride

"Brother?"

Prince Harold turned his head slightly when he heard his half-sister's voice beside him.

"You... aren't planning to do anything crazy, are you?" She asked quietly before her eyes went to Princess Amber, who was dancing in the middle of the hall.

She wouldn't exactly say that was 'dancing' because whatever she thought she was doing there was awful. Princess Amber twirled around for the 100th time and almost tripped on her gown before she steadied herself and flashed an embarrassed smile.

"Something crazy," Harold repeated quietly as if he was thinking about it.

"The elders are going to be mad. And you are not permitted to cause harm to humans. You promised."

He shot her a glare and she quickly shut up.

His eyes returned to his dancing bride. There was something strange about her. And he wasn't only talking about the fact that she was a crazy talkative person; he was referring to the fact that she had no smell. Which was weird. Even humans have a smell, but he had smelled nothing on her that night, and also today, nothing was coming from her. Who was she?

After the decision had been made for him to marry a certain princess from this kingdom, everything had been done in a hurry and they left for the trip. Of course, getting married was not something he wanted. But at 21, he was already too old to be single, especially as an Alpha.

He could not marry a werewolf. He could not find a mate either. He was supposed to live like that for the rest of his life and honestly, he didn't mind. He wasn't the type to care about marriage or mates in the first place. All he wanted was to be alone without any weak partner trying to tie him down or betray him in the end. But unfortunately, things turned out this way.

That night, on their way down here, he had been attacked. The attackers had used several silver arrows as well as wolfbane on him. He had a hunch about the person who was behind the attack and had sent those people after him. But it wasn't the best time to act. He would leave it for later.

He thought back to the night he had been attacked.

While trying to regain his strength after the attack, he was taken aback when someone suddenly fell and rolled around in the grass. Because he hadn't smelled any presence, he was immediately alert and wanted to attack whatever it was, but he was surprised to find that it was a girl. A young girl. She was crying and when she reached for her lantern, she was begging it to stay alive.

There was no smell from her. Why? He asked himself.

His wolf didn't like that there was no smell from her. His eyes flashed danger. And for a moment, his wolf took control of his body and growled at her.

She gasped fearfully, and when she turned to look at him, he could see the fear in her eyes before she screamed, "Oh my God!"

His eyes remained on her and there was an internal battle going on between him and his wolf and he pushed his wolf from taking over his entire consciousness because if that happened, she was going to be ripped apart.

It was difficult to stay in control because he noticed that she was looking around for a weapon, and he growled at her before moving over to her with his leg, which was hurting so badly.

When her eyes went to his injured leg, he growled again and took another step forward, but she raised her lantern defensively like a shield and warned him, "Don't you dare take another step forward, okay? I can be very crazy, and trust me, you really don't want to see me mad."

She was threatening him? He was impressed, but if there were anything werewolves hated, it was being threatened. He moved closer again.

She took another step backwards while holding out the lantern defensively. "I'm really warning you, don't come forward."

She kicked the ground in front of her, sending tiny rocks flying in his direction.

Oh! She didn't just do that!

"I don't want to hurt you, but I won't hesitate to hurt you if you so much as think of coming close to me. I am Alicia Queen, and I won't allow myself or whoever this body belongs to, be devoured by a fucking wild animal, you hear me? I have a mission to accomplish, so if you know what is good for you, turn the fuck around and leave."

Harold felt his wolf confused and paused for a moment. He too was confused and surprised. Or maybe shocked? What was she saying? And did she just swear at him?

He did it.

He pounced on her.

Her wail made him alert because he knew those people were still out there and if they found them, he didn't have enough strength left in him to save himself talk more of her. Her lantern flew from her hand.

She did all she could to push him away from her, but he was too heavy for her.

He tried to get a good sniff out of her, wondering if he would smell anything. But there was nothing.

"If you think I'm going to let you take a bite, then you thought wrong, bitch. I am Alicia Queen and I'm a fucking survivor!" She yelled at him before she reached for his injured leg and pressed on his injury before biting his other leg.

That had been painful. Really painful.

She was indeed fierce.

His wolf scratched her arm and he was sure he would have done worse if he hadn't rolled off her quickly.

He was in serious pain.

He had never met any human like her before. She was strong. And determined.

Since he found it difficult to stand properly, he thought she would use that opportunity to run away, but instead, she began to look at him with concern.

"Do you... need h-elp?" She asked him in a crooked voice as she tried to catch her breath.

Seriously? Stupid woman.

Which woman would try to help a wild animal that had attacked her in the mountains?

"If you... need my help... sit on your... haunches." She stuttered.

Was she serious?

He was in pain and didn't know what she would do. He was still suspicious of her, but he did as she had told him and saw the surprise on her face.