Claimed by my Husband's Uncle; the Alpha King

Aria Miller The silk of my wedding dress felt so cold against my skin as I sat on the edge of the king-sized bed, my fingers nervously picking at the delicate lace on my dress. This was supposed to be the happiest night of my life because I am now Mrs Aria Draven. I had finally married the man of my dreams. I looked up at the clock on the wall ticking, it was 12:30 am. It was midnight and my husband was not yet back. We weren't at a hotel or our new apartment. Right after the reception, Adrian, my husband, had driven me for eight hours, deep into the countryside. We were in a house I had never seen before, surrounded by thick woods and a silence so heavy that it made my ears ring. "Stay here, Aria," he had told me, his voice firm as he kissed my forehead. "I have some urgent business meetings to settle nearby. Please my love, don't step outside. I’ll be back before you know it." That was four hours ago. I stood up and my legs stiff. The room was beautiful, filled with expensive furniture and the scent of sandalwood, but it felt like a gilded cage. I paced to the window and pulled back the heavy velvet curtains. Outside, the moon was full and bright, casting eerie, long shadows across the overgrown grass. "Where are you, Adrian?" I whispered. I couldn't just sit there anymore. My heart was thumping against my ribs. Was he hurt? Did the car break down? I grabbed a shawl, wrapped it over my white gown, and slipped into my heels. I knew he told me to stay put, but a bride shouldn't be left alone on her wedding night in the middle of nowhere. I came out of the room and went down the stairs. The house was chillingly quiet as I stepped out onto the porch. The environment was bushy and unkempt, unlike the manicured lawns of the city. As I looked around, I noticed a flickering light through the trees. Directly across from this building, maybe fifty yards away, sat another house. It was smaller, older, and looked almost hidden by the foliage. But there were lights on in the upstairs window. Maybe he’s over there, I thought. I started walking, my heels hitting the floor with a soft sound. I tried to be quiet, though I doubted anyone could hear me. As I got closer to the second house, I heard something else. It wasn't the sound of a business meeting. It was laughter, a high-pitched, feminine laughter. I felt a painful hit in my heart. The front door of the small house was cracked open. I didn't knock. I don't know why, but a dark instinct told me to be silent. I pushed the door open and followed the sound of the voices up a narrow set of wooden stairs. My heart was beating so hard I could feel it in my throat. I reached the landing and saw the room door slightly ajar. A warm glow of candlelight spilled into the hallway. I leaned forward, my breath catching in my lungs. There, I saw a messy bed and clothes all over the floor. I turned and saw my husband on the long sofa fully naked, his muscular back facing me, and he was tangled in the arms of a blonde woman I had never seen before. She was over him, whispering something into his ear that made him chuckle, that same deep chuckle that used to make me feel safe. "Adrian?" my voice came out as a broken whimper. He froze. He didn't jump or scramble to cover himself. He slowly turned his head, his dark eyes meeting mine. There was no guilt or shock in them, but only a cold, piercing annoyance. This was the first time Andrian has looked at me that way. For the past one year and 6 months we have been together, he was always looking at me with warm and loving eyes. "I told you to stay in the other house, Aria," he said, his voice sounding deeper than I had ever heard it. "Who… who is she?" I asked, my voice shaking as the tears finally broke loose. "Adrian, we just got married today. I’ve been waiting for hours and you are here… having fun with your mistress. Is this the business meeting you were talking about? How could you do this to me?" The woman on the bed didn't look ashamed either. She actually smirked at me, pulling the sheets up to her chest. "He’s an Alpha’s bloodline, honey. You don’t really think you’d be the only one, did you?" Alpha's bloodline? What is this shameless woman talking about? "Shut up, Elena," Adrian snapped at her, though not unkindly. He stood up, completely unbothered by his nakedness, and grabbed a pair of trousers from the floor. My cheeks weren't turning red in shyness seeing my husband’s nakedness for the first time but it was burning in anger. Another woman has seen what I should see first on my wedding night. It was too painful for me to bear as I backed away into the hallway, my head spinning. I don't understand what was going on. Adrian loved me so passionately, he spent a year chasing me, promising me he would stay with me till death drive us apart. "Why….” I sobbed, clutching my shawl. "Why did you marry me if you don't love me?" Adrian chuckled, "Aria, look at yourself. You’re a human. A fragile, simple girl with big dreams of being a doctor. I didn't marry you because of that." "I married you for a reason," he said, his eyes beginning to glow with a strange, amber light. "You were a necessity, a means to get my position... it required a certain type of union to keep up appearances and fulfill a blood debt. You were the perfect candidate." The cruelty in his words felt like physical blows. My anger began to burn more through the sadness. I looked at this man or… this stranger and felt a wave of pure hatred toward him. Why was he calling me human in the first place? Aren't we all human? No, he doesn't deserve to be a human. And what was that strange colour in his eyes or was it my imagination. Anyway, I don't care anymore, I just want to leave this horrible place. "You're a monster!" I shouted, reaching out and shoving his chest with all my might. "You’re a liar and a disgusting cheater. I hate you!” “I’m leaving this place and I’m also calling the poli….." "You aren't going anywhere, Aria!" Adrian roared. The sound wasn't human. It was a vibrating growl that made my body trembled in fear "Don't you ever raise your voice to me," he hissed. His skin began to ripple. I watched in absolute horror as his bones started to crack and shift. His face elongated, his teeth growing into sharp, jagged points. Dark, coarse hair erupted from his pores, shredding the trousers he had just put on. I stumbled back, tripping over my dress and falling hard onto the wooden floor. I looked up and within seconds, the man I had kissed at the altar was gone. In his place stood a massive, terrifying beast. It was a wolf, with fur as black as coal and eyes that burned like twin fires. My mind refused to process what I was seeing. Werewolves weren't real. They were stories told to scare children. But this … Did I… did I really get married to a wolf?