Married to a Beast

Table of Contents Married to a Beast (Alphas of L'Alliance) Married to a Beast Glossary Once upon a time... My Dear Child, The Prince Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten Chapter Eleven Chapter Twelve Chapter Thirteen Chapter Fourteen Chapter Fifteen Chapter Sixteen Chapter Seventeen Chapter Eighteen Chapter Nineteen Chapter Twenty Chapter Twenty-One Chapter Twenty-Two Chapter Twenty-Three Epilogue Author's Note Note: Previously published as Beast of Mine I married a prince...but the husband who came back to me has turned into a beast. Shy, quiet Estrella is used to being ignored...until she received a letter from the one man she has ever loved: Prince Lysander Allardi. Marriage to him, however, comes at a price: a quest to save his people has Lysander leaving his bride without even a wedding night, and when he comes back to her years later, he is no longer Fae...but a beast with the soul of a god. This new husband of hers is monstrously possessive but infinitely gentle, and Estrella finds herself falling more deeply in love. The beast in Lysander demands that she stay by his side at all times, and his wrath is only appeased when their bodies are joined together. But just as Estrella has allowed herself to believe that her husband finally returns her feelings...that's when she finds out Lysander never wanted to marry her in the first place. Married to a Beast by Marian Tee Note: Previously published as Beast of Mine Copyright 2023 by Marian Piñera All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Glossary Caros - Classification: preter, sub-classification: blood drinker, governing body: Brethren Faes and Faeries - Classification: preter, sub-classification: winged, governing body: The High Circle (formerly) Lyccans - Classification: preter, sub-classification: shifter, type: wolf, governing body: Lyccan Council Panthera - Classification: preter, sub-classification: shifter, type: panther Sceleri - Classification: preter, sub-classification: sin eater Souris - Classification: preter, sub-classification: winged, type: mortal descendants of angels Vampire - Classification: preter, sub-classification: blood drinker, origin: Caros that had taken human lives in exchange for immortality Vidange - Classification: preter, sub-classification: winged, type: mortal descendants of angels who chose to turn their backs on God Viver - Classification: human, sub-classification: mystical, governing body: Vatican Once upon a time... There were humans who knew of non-humans. They were admittedly few, but what existed was enough. With these humans' help, an alliance was formed, joined by all the known races: the shifter packs, the Caros, the Souris, and of course we, the Viver, stood by them, too. When the first vampires were born - ancient twins of the blood-drinking race of Caros - the will of the alliance prevailed. But from their ashes came the most unwelcomed premonition. Three strikes, the vampires would inflict against our fragile world, one stronger always than its predecessor, and try as we might, not even the most powerful among us were able to overturn this. The twins were the first strike. The vampire-led carnage of the Great War decades ago was the second, and while the world was saved, many had died, and the ties that once bound allied races were shorn by distrust, despair, and devastation. And now, the last and most terrifying battle is upon us, and our hearts weep at how destiny, for reasons known only by the gods, had once again cursed the Faes and Faeries to be its harbinger of doom. - An excerpt from the prelude of A Viver's Accounting of History: Volume MDCLXXVI My Dear Child, I wish I were writing this letter under better circumstances, but alas, recent circumstances have forced my hand, and I am left with no choice but The Prince The woods that bordered the lands of the Panthera were akin to a dark and dense maze of colossal proportions. But instead of serpentine paths and hedges