Wedding of Alpha's Mate, fuck me hard Apha.

Everyone one has name they call that wicked queen, some call her Rosie while some call her Agatha. But the perfect name for her is Rosie Agatha.

Chapter 1: A Royal Dilemma

At the grand palace gates, two maids, Jessica and Sandra, settled down for a moment's rest after their long day of work. Their conversation sparked a passionate debate about the kingdom's destiny.

"Sandra, I've been pondering something. How can Prince Daniel liken a gentle breeze to a desert storm?" Jessica, the first maid, asked her companion, Sandra.

Sandra leaned back thoughtfully. "You know, Lora, I don't believe he does."

Lora, however, disagreed. "He does, Sandra, trust me."

"He doesn't," Sandra retorted.

Their debate escalated as they delved deeper into the issue. "Why are you defending the prince, Sandra? He's far from a virtuous man. His eyes may be clear, but his heart is as thorny as a rose, causing tears wherever it touches," Lora argued passionately.

Jessica interjected, "I'm not defending him because he's perfect, but he's certainly a better option than the younger prince, who changes companions like outfits. How can we entrust the kingdom to a man who doesn't even consider if a rose remains a rose or a serpent remains a serpent?"

Lora remained resolute, "Regardless of whether the serpent stays a serpent or not, I'd rather have the younger prince as our future king."

Sandra couldn't resist a playful jab, "Oh, Lora, has he caught your fancy as well?"

Lora blushed, "No, Sandra, what are you implying?"

Sandra continued, "How can you support someone as wicked as him becoming our king? What kind of ruler will he be, driven solely by his desires? Everything will spiral from bad to worse, perhaps even leading to collapse."

Lora questioned, "Will I collapse along with it, Sandra?"

Sandra softened, "Lora, you'll be the last to collapse because you've been praying for perfection to become a reality."

Lora pressed on, "But what's your reason for defending Prince Daniel?"

Sandra recounted a troubling encounter from the previous day, revealing the darker side of the younger prince. Despite her revelation, Lora remained steadfast in her support for him.

Their conversation was abruptly interrupted by the chief maid's stern voice, reminding them of their duties as the bell prepared to ring.

Meanwhile, in a luxurious mansion elsewhere in the kingdom, Cinderella, the only daughter of influential vampire nobility, enjoyed a life of opulence. She had attended one of the most prestigious high schools in the universe, blessed with qualities that drew admiration from all.

With her vast wealth, owning ten different boutiques and hotels, Cinderella possessed beauty, charm, and allure that captivated all who met her.

One morning, her mother, Mrs. Elena, summoned her, prompting Cinderella to gracefully rise from her bed. She checked her phone and noticed a missed call from her friend, Dave, who had exciting news about a recent party. Their conversation unfolded with a playful exchange, teasing and laughter that characterized their friendship.

Dave encouraged Cinderella to explore the possibility of love again, suggesting a trip to Paris. Their lighthearted banter continued, weaving a tale of friendship, adventure, and the prospect of new beginnings.

As Cinderella considered Dave's suggestion, she replied, "Dave, you know I've been focused on my businesses and enjoying life as it comes. But maybe a change of scenery could do me some good."

Dave's voice crackled with excitement, "That's the spirit, Ella! Paris is the city of love, after all. You never know what surprises await you there."

Cinderella chuckled, "Well, it wouldn't be the first time you've led me on an exciting adventure."

Dave laughed, "Exactly! So, when are you thinking of making your grand entrance in the City of Lights?"

Cinderella contemplated for a moment. "How about next month? That should give me enough time to prepare for a fabulous trip."

Dave enthusiastically agreed, "Perfect! It's a date then, Ella. Paris awaits your charm and beauty."

Their conversation filled with the promise of a new adventure, Cinderella couldn't help but feel a spark of anticipation for what lay ahead.

As Cinderella and Dave continued to discuss her upcoming trip to Paris, the excitement in their voices grew.

Dave teased, "I can already imagine you strolling down the Champs-Élysées in one of your designer outfits, turning heads left and right."

Cinderella laughed, "Oh, Dave, you know me too well. I'll make sure to pack my most stunning dresses."

Dave's tone turned more serious, "On a serious note, Ella, I hope this trip brings you the happiness and love you deserve. You've been working so hard and taking care of everyone else. It's time to focus on yourself."

Cinderella appreciated his sentiment. "Thank you, Dave. You're a true friend, always looking out for me. I'll keep an open heart and see what the City of Love has in store."

Back at the palace, Jessica and Sandra had resumed their duties, but their earlier conversation still lingered in their minds. Sandra turned to Jessica, a hint of curiosity in her voice, "You know, Jess, I can't help but wonder if our discussion about the princes will ever have an impact on the kingdom's future."

Jessica nodded thoughtfully, "I wonder the same, Sandra. Sometimes, even the smallest voices can spark change. But for now, let's focus on our work and keep an eye on how things unfold."

Sandra agreed, "You're right, Jess. We may not be able to determine the fate of the kingdom, but we can certainly make a difference in our own lives."

The two maids shared a moment of camaraderie, knowing that their friendship and dedication would see them through whatever challenges lay ahead.

As days turned into weeks, Cinderella prepared for her journey to Paris with a mix of excitement and anticipation. She couldn't help but feel that this trip might bring unexpected adventures and perhaps even the chance to rediscover love.

In the palace, the debate over the kingdom's future continued to brew, with the younger prince's actions casting a shadow over his suitability as a future king. The uncertainty of the kingdom's destiny hung in the air, with Jessica and Sandra's voices adding to the chorus of concerns.

Chapter 2: A Royal Dilemma (Continued)

Cinderella's phone buzzed with an incoming call, rudely disrupting her inner turmoil. She glanced at the screen, her heart racing with unease, and saw her mother's name flashing in bold letters.

"Hey... I'll call you later, Mom wants to see me," Cinderella said, her voice trembling slightly as she ended the call abruptly. She took a deep breath, her mind racing with apprehension. Her mother's call undoubtedly signaled the impending discussion about marriage, a topic she had skillfully dodged for years.

Ever since her breakup with Harry, Cinderella had sworn off romantic relationships. It had been an irrational decision, one made in the heat of the moment, fueled by a stubborn belief that Harry would come back to beg for her forgiveness. Little did she know that this self-imposed exile from love would stretch on for years.

Cinderella had deluded herself into thinking that the gods had chosen a destined partner for her. She clung to this belief, awaiting the fateful day when love would magically waltz into her life. Her conviction was unwavering, but the harsh reality was that time was slipping away.

Her high school friends, who had once been her confidantes, now regarded her as a pariah. They whispered behind her back, casting judgment upon her. To them, she was nothing more than a fallen angel, a harlot with a tarnished reputation. They had abandoned her without remorse, leaving Cinderella with a bitter taste of loneliness.

As Cinderella stepped out of her opulent room, the younger maids bowed their heads in deep respect. She acknowledged their silent reverence with a faint smile, appreciating their unwavering loyalty.

She finally met her father and mother, and the heavy atmosphere left no room for doubt-her father's intent had finally caught up with her. A conversation she had been dreading for years was about to unfold, and there was no escaping it.

"Good morning, Dad and Mom," Cinderella greeted them with a warm smile, though her heart was pounding.

Her father, an elderly vampire, exuded an air of wisdom. His white beard and bald head, though signs of age, only added to his charismatic aura. He set aside his newspaper, his eyes filled with fatherly concern.

"Morning, daughter," he replied, his voice gentle yet resolute.

He extended his hand towards the coffee cup his wife had prepared earlier that morning.

"Touch this glass cup," he requested.

Cinderella obediently placed her hand on the cup, puzzled by her father's cryptic gesture. She couldn't fathom the significance of this simple act but sensed that it held deeper meaning.

"It's cold, Dad," Cinderella replied, her patience wearing thin.

Her father set the glass cup of coffee back on the table, his expression tinged with sadness. Her mother, a stunning woman in her late fifties, retained a timeless beauty that Cinderella had inherited. Their boldness was a shared trait, passed down through the generations.

"I understand that, Cinderella. Life is like this cup of coffee. It starts hot but cools down over time. You are hot now, in the prime of your life, and this is the moment to find the best husband for yourself before you cool down," her father explained, his words carrying the weight of wisdom.

"You can't grow old, my dear, but you can change, and those around you can change too. When all your potential suitors have settled down, who will be left for you?" he inquired, his gaze penetrating her soul.

Cinderella struggled to find the right words to respond, her heart heavy with a growing realization.

"No one," her father answered for her, a melancholic sigh escaping his lips. "You see, you should get yourself married. That's all I wanted to say."

With those profound words, he rose from his seat, picked up his newspaper, and made his way upstairs, leaving Cinderella to wrestle with her inner demons.

Cinderella was left in the wake of her father's heartfelt plea, the weight of his expectations pressing down on her. Her mother approached, her gaze filled with maternal concern.

"Listen to what your father said, my dear. He loves and cherishes you deeply, which is why he spoke those words," her mother implored, her voice tender. "We have a name to uphold-the Johnny family has been the richest vampire dynasty in the kingdom for generations. Please, consider getting married."

With a heavy heart and a troubled mind, Cinderella covered her face with her hands, her emotions a turbulent storm within her.

Meanwhile, in the bustling streets of Miami, Harry, the second-born of the vampire king, emerged from his car. He was armed with a gun, a knife secured to his belt, and his trusty phone in hand. Harry's heart remained wounded from his high school days, when Cinderella had abruptly severed their relationship. In the intervening years, he had remained single, disinterested in pursuing the throne that was rightfully his.

"Hey, Daniel, how's everything back home?" Harry inquired, his voice tinged with genuine concern as he spoke into his phone.

"Bad," Daniel replied, his tone heavy with worry.

"What's happening?" Harry probed, his concern growing.

"Our father is gravely ill, and all our efforts to restore his health have been in vain," Daniel explained, his voice trembling with uncertainty.

"That's terrible! You'd better consider getting married soon, or things won't be easy," Harry advised, his mind racing with thoughts of the impending crisis.

Of course the two them were never friends. They never love themselves by any means. It's always drama one after the other.

Since Harry had been treated like he is the bad son here.

He had never cared about coming home at the right moment, he just want to be happy and feel safe again.

But their father been sick and can't stand up from his sick bed makes the whole pack troubles a lot, thinking of who might become the next alpha of their pack

"What do you mean?" Daniel asked, his alpha status within the pack evident in his commanding presence.

Chapter 3

"He's going to die soon, and remember, you're next, so you should consider being in a relationship before he passes away. I'll only come to that eerie village if necessary. I can't find any friends there!" Harry remarked. "Daniel, can you believe what happened last night at the palace?"

He walked into the warehouse and took a seat.

"What happened?" Daniel asked, eager to hear the story.

"I was relaxing when that squeaky door your dad installed in the room opened. I thought it might be one of the guards, but to my surprise, a pretty maid entered with food. I talked to her..."

"Shh..." Daniel interrupted.

"What's wrong? Are you busy?" Harry asked.

"No," Daniel sighed. "When are you going to drop that weird accent of yours? How could you approach a royal vampire maid like that? The gods won't be pleased. Don't let it happen again."

"I understand," Harry replied.

"What, Harry?"

"I know you plan to take over the palace when the king is gone. Don't worry, I won't come to visit," Harry said, ending the call, clearly upset.

Harry always felt like an outsider in the king's presence. The king treated him poorly, like he was unwanted and unlucky. So, he left home and started researching how to be self-sufficient. He found this warehouse, which became his hideout.

He looked at a picture on the blackboard: "Liam Ruger."

Harry smiled at the picture. "It's been a while since I had a meaningful connection. Liam Ruger, you're next on my list. I'll make you rethink your choices." He chuckled and poured himself some wine, taking a sip.

In the vampire kingdom, in Prince Daniel's room:

Daniel stared at his phone, frustrated by his brother's behavior. The last thing he needed now was Harry pulling away.

Then Queen Rosie entered the room, her face serious. "Have you seen Harry?" she asked.

"No," Daniel replied.

"Does he know about the king's illness?"

"Of course, he does. I just called him, and he was talking about spending time with a maid," Daniel explained, and Queen Rosie looked worried.

"A maid?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes," Daniel confirmed. "What do you want to do, Mother?"

"I want to dismiss the girl," Queen Rosie declared.

"Mother, the young maid didn't seduce him; he's the one who approached her," Daniel reasoned.

"Really? Well, I'm just trying to ensure that my return to the palace doesn't create rumors that I'm only doing it for my son, not for the kingdom," Queen Rosie explained.

"Mother, nobody will accuse you of that. Have you forgotten how you tried to establish a connection between you and Harry?"

"Yes, I remember," Queen Rosie admitted.

"Harry is the one choosing to act this way," Daniel reminded her. He approached his mother, hugging her affectionately. Queen Rosie responded warmly.

"I want one night with you, son," she whispered.

"Mother, not now. Our priority is to bring Father back to health. And I need to find a suitable partner, so it doesn't seem like I'm just fooling around," Daniel replied.

"I understand, but my desires can't wait, and your father can't fulfill them. I'm left unsatisfied, and if you won't satisfy me, I'll look elsewhere," Queen Rosie said, her frustration evident.

"Mother, in this kingdom, you won't find anyone willing to be involved with you. They love and respect their king too much. Finding a partner outside the palace would be difficult," Daniel cautioned.

"I'm aware of that, which is why I'm considering leaving the kingdom temporarily to find a suitable partner in the city," Queen Rosie confessed, her mood brightening.

"Mother, it's best to keep your intentions discreet. We can't afford to damage the kingdom's reputation," Daniel advised.

"True," Queen Rosie agreed, displaying a cunning smile. "But if you ever decide to share our little secret, it could prove quite advantageous for both of us."

"Mother, this doesn't make any sense. Are you truly my mother?" Daniel asked, bewildered.

"Well, unless you want to be called a bastard," Queen Rosie retorted, revealing a video on her phone.

"This is us," she said. "Think twice before you decide to expose our secret, my dear son."

With that, she left him to ponder the implications of their clandestine relationship.

Daniel was left deep in thought about the situation involving his mother and brother. It troubled him that their family was entangled in such secrecy and potential scandal. He couldn't help but wonder how they had reached this point.

As the days passed, he continued to worry about his father's deteriorating health and the looming uncertainty of succession. Daniel knew that his brother Harry could be unpredictable, and his mother's intentions were equally perplexing.

One evening, he decided to pay a visit to his father's chamber, where the king lay weak and bedridden. He found Queen Rosie sitting by the king's side, her eyes filled with sorrow. The king's condition had worsened, and it was evident that he didn't have much time left.

"Father," Daniel whispered, approaching the bed.

The king opened his eyes weakly and managed a faint smile. "Daniel, my son," he rasped.

Daniel took his father's hand, feeling a pang of sadness. "I'm here, Father. We're all here for you."

Queen Rosie nodded in agreement, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. Despite their complex family dynamics, they shared a genuine concern for the king's well-being.

Over the next few weeks, the king's health continued to decline. Daniel and Queen Rosie spent more time together, discussing the kingdom's future and the challenges they would face once the king passed away. They realized that they needed to work together to ensure a smooth transition of power.

As they deliberated on the kingdom's affairs, Daniel couldn't help but admire his mother's resilience and determination. She had always been a strong presence in the palace, and her commitment to the kingdom was unwavering.

One day, as they were deep in conversation, Queen Rosie broached the subject of Harry. "Daniel, we must find a way to bring your brother back. Despite his erratic behavior, he is still our family, and the kingdom needs unity."

Daniel nodded in agreement. "I'll try to reach out to him again. Perhaps we can persuade him to return and support our efforts during this challenging time."

Their shared commitment to the kingdom's stability brought them closer together, setting aside the complexities of their personal relationships.

In the following weeks, Daniel managed to establish contact with Harry, convincing him that their father's health was in dire straits. Harry, although still distant, agreed to return to the palace.

As the day of the king's passing approached, the royal family gathered around his bedside. Despite their differences and the secrets they held, they came together as a united front, ready to face the challenges that lay ahead.

The king's passing marked the end of an era, but it also signaled the beginning of a new chapter for the vampire kingdom. Daniel and Queen Rosie, with Harry's reluctant support, would work together to lead their people and ensure a prosperous future.

The palace, once filled with secrecy and uncertainty, would now witness a new era of leadership, where the royal family's strength and unity would guide the kingdom toward a brighter tomorrow.

🌺LIAM RUGER HOUSE 🌺

Liam Ruger looked at her children, their eyes filled with interest and understanding. She hoped that sharing her story would help them appreciate the complexity of life's twists and turns.

"Mom, that's a touching story. But what happened next? If you and Dad were so in love, what could have torn such a happy union apart?" Dora asked.

"Who told you that your father was handsome?" Liam Ruger asked, her tone slightly puzzled.

"Well, Mom, sometimes you can just tell when someone is handsome. It's in the way you talk about him. I can see it in your expression," Dora replied with a playful smile.

"He's not the most attractive person, but love can make you see past such things," Liam Ruger admitted with a chuckle.

Liam Ruger continued her story, reminiscing about those early days of her relationship with Liam, who was not their biological father. She wanted to shield her children from the truth that could shatter their perceptions of their family.

She remembered their time together in high school, how their initial rivalry had transformed into a deep connection. Their love had blossomed, despite the teacher's encouragement for them to be together for the sake of their studies. They had faced the challenges of young love head-on, even as they navigated the complexities of high school life.

She also acknowledged that not all students at their high school were as focused on their studies. Some were there simply to indulge in romantic relationships or engage in reckless behavior.

As Liam Ruger continued her story, her children listened attentively, captivated by the tale of their parents' early romance. They couldn't help but admire the love that had brought their family together, despite the hurdles they had faced.

Eventually, Dora asked the question that had been on her mind. "Mother, can you tell us what caused the separation between you and Dad?"

Liam Ruger hesitated, knowing that the truth was a painful and complicated matter. She decided to provide a partial answer. "Dora, your father and I faced challenges, and we grew apart over time. It's not a simple story, and it's best not to dwell on the past."

Dora and Danielle exchanged glances, sensing that their mother was holding back. They respected her decision not to reveal the full truth, but their curiosity remained.

As Liam Ruger gazed at her children, she hoped that her explanation had sufficed for now. She knew that they were growing up and would have more questions as time went on. For the moment, she cherished the love and bond they shared as a family, even if their past was shrouded in secrets and complexities.

Liam Ruger took a deep breath, her children's expectant eyes urging her to continue. She knew it was time to provide them with a more complete picture of her past.

"Alright, my darlings," she began, "I want you to know that your father, the man I fell in love with in high school, was not your biological father. We faced many challenges as we grew older, and one of those challenges was the realization that we couldn't have children together."

Dora and Danielle exchanged surprised glances, absorbing this revelation. It was a lot to process.

"So, what happened next, Mom?" Dora asked, her voice filled with curiosity.

Liam Ruger continued, her words measured and heartfelt. "We decided that it was best for both of us to go our separate ways. It was a difficult decision, one that caused us a lot of pain, but we knew it was the right thing to do."

Danielle spoke up, her eyes filled with sympathy. "Mom, we had no idea. We thought Dad was our real father."

Liam Ruger nodded, tears welling up in her eyes. "I understand, my sweethearts. I never wanted you to feel any different, and your father loved you as if you were his own. That's the kind of man he was."

Dora leaned in and hugged her mother tightly. "We love you, Mom, no matter what. You did what you thought was best for us."

Liam Ruger embraced her daughters, feeling their love and support. "Thank you, my dears. You both mean the world to me."

As they held each other, Liam Ruger knew that their family had faced challenges, secrets, and complexities, but they had also found love, understanding, and acceptance within their bonds. It was a reminder that even in the face of adversity, family remained a source of strength and unconditional love.

With their newfound understanding, the Ruger family faced the future with open hearts, ready to embrace whatever challenges lay ahead and cherish the love that bound them together.