They say Alpha King Maximus is a monster — too big, too brutal, too cursed. His bed is a death sentence, and no woman has ever left it alive. So why did he choose me? The fat, unwanted omega. The one my own pack offered up like trash. One night with the merciless King was supposed to end me. Instead, it ruined me. Now I crave the man who takes without mercy. His touch burns. His voice commands. His body destroys. And I keep going back for more. But Maximus doesn’t do love. He doesn’t do mates. He takes. He owns. And he never stays. Too bad for him…I’m not the weak, pathetic girl they threw away. I’m something far more dangerous —the one woman who can break his curse… or break his kingdom.
View MoreI have always known that I was hated. I have always known that I was unloved. Unwanted.
But this— This was something else entirely. I stood there, hands clenched at my side as my father, mother, and sister looked at me like I was trash. Like I was nothing. Like they weren't talking about my life like it meant nothing. “You should be grateful to us." My father's voice said, bringing me out of my thoughts. Grateful? I couldn't help but scoff as my eyes met his. “Why? Why do you hate me so much?" I whispered, my chest squeezing in pain. “Oh please, stop with the drama, take a look at yourself, would you love you if you were you?" My sister Rosella asked and my mother chuckled like it was funny. “You're sending me to die and you're laughing about it?" I asked, my chest boiling in anger. "We're giving you redemption from your pathetic life, you've done nothing but disgrace us as a family. We're only doing what's best for our family.” My mother finally said, looking at me with disdain. She didn't need to say it directly but I knew I wasn't part of that family. “What about me? What's best for me?" I asked and my father took a threatening step towards me. “You ungrateful child, you should be happy we kept you alive, what gives you the right to think you can question us?!" My father boomed in anger and that made something in me snap. “I am your daughter! I am your daughter, and you've done nothing but hate me for twenty two years, what have I ever done to you?!" I yelled in anger and I didn't see it coming when his hand landed on my face with a hard slap. “How dare you?! How dare you raise your voice at me?!” My eyes burned, my mouth wobbled but I refused to let the tears fall. I wasn't going to give them that satisfaction. “Have you looked at yourself in the mirror? Do you know how disgusting and ugly you look?” He sneered and all I did was stand there and take his insult. "And you had to fucking come through my bloodline, do you know how embarrassing that is?! And as if that wasn't enough humiliation, you don't have a fucking wolf!” My heart squeezed. My eyes burned harder but I'd rather die than let the tears fall. "Father, father,” my sister said in her overly sweet voice she used in fooling everyone. "Don't let her upset you, she's not worth it," she said as she held his hand and he sighed looking at her like the moon and stars revolved around her. A look he'd never give me. Ever. “If only you were like your sister. Rosella is making us proud. She's not only beautiful, she's strong and talented, unlike you.” My father said as he turned from Rosella, the look of pride he earlier had for her vanishing to disgust immediately his eyes landed on me. "You will be sent to the King's palace with the other omegas and there's nothing you're going to do about it.” “You know what Emilia, you should be happy. You get to die in the King's bed. That's if he doesn't kill you on the spot because there's no way the Alpha king would want to touch a pathetic loser like you.” “You all are going to regret this." I said as I clenched my hands tightly, drawing blood. “What are you going to do? Crawl from the grave and haunt us?” Rosella asked and they all burst out laughing. To think that this was my family. They never really loved me. My father said I was a disgrace to his family. I didn't have a wolf and I wasn't as pretty as Rosella. So as punishment, he made me an omega. Imagine the daughter of an alpha being demoted to an omega. I became invincible. Treated like trash in my own pack. Called all manner of names. ‘Fat.’ ‘Ugly pig.’ ‘Pathetic loser.’ At some point I began to believe them. “I won't die." I suddenly said out of nowhere and they stopped laughing and all turned to me. “I will survive." I said with determination but my sister snickered. “Oh please, haven't you heard? No woman leaves his bed alive.” And yet they were offering me to him. "But I will survive.” I said again, determination wrapping around my chest like a chain. "You're delulu,” my sister said with a shake of her head. “You all will regret what you've done to me. I'll make you pay. I promise." "Stop with the drama and go pack whatever garbage you have, you're leaving tonight with the others.” My mother said, like it was the most natural thing to say. Rosella smirked as she looked me dead in the eye. “You'll die Emilia, you'll die."The moment I closed the door behind me, my body betrayed me.My knees buckled, slamming against the polished floor, and a sharp hiss tore from my lips. I clutched at my stomach, the pain twisting through me like a knife, like something alive gnawing at me from the inside.Cold. Hot. Cold again.I couldn’t make sense of it. My skin burned as though fire licked across it, yet my bones rattled with a chill that made me shiver so violently my teeth clacked.What was happening to me?My breaths came short and ragged. The air in the room thickened, pressing down on me, suffocating, heavy. I dragged myself forward, palms scraping against the floor until I reached the bed. My arms trembled as I pulled myself up, clawing at the sheets until I managed to crawl on top.The moment I sank into the mattress, I yanked the covers over me, desperate for warmth. But it wasn’t enough.It was too much.Heat slammed into me, suffocating, searing my skin. My chest heaved as I kicked the blankets off with a
The walk back to the palace was quiet. The kind of quiet that unsettles you deep in your bones.Emilia's steps were light beside mine, but her silence pressed against me heavier than any chain I had ever borne. I kept glancing at her from the corner of my eye, searching her face, waiting for the usual spark of fire, for her sharp tongue, for anything that felt like her.But all I found was the weight of distance.“You’ve been oddly quiet,” I said finally, my voice low, breaking the silence between us.Her head turned, her lips twitching into something that wasn’t quite a smile. “It’s nothing,” she murmured, shaking her head. “I’m just tired. Once we get to the palace, I’ll get some sleep.”Her tone was light, almost dismissive. But the way her eyes slid away from mine… it gnawed at me.Then she tried to joke. “Besides, it was my first time and you worked my body so hard. I should be sleeping for three days straight after that.”She laughed. Too quickly. Too forced.And I studied her.
I shouldn’t have asked the question. The instant the words left my mouth, I saw it—the way his body stilled, the way his shoulders locked like stone, the way the air itself seemed to freeze around him. His eyes darkened, not with rage, but with something heavier. Something old. Shame. Pain. Memories that still had teeth. I shifted in my chair, guilt rising thick in my throat. “You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to,” I whispered, almost wishing I could snatch the words back. His gaze flicked to me then, sharp and unflinching, before sliding away. For a moment, I thought he might stay silent forever. Then, slowly, like pulling each word from a wound, he spoke. “I was born on the night of the blood moon.” The room went silent except for the quiet clink of cutlery as I set my fork down. My pulse hammered in my ears. “They thought I was like every other wolf pup,” he continued, his voice low, steady, too steady. “But I wasn’t. My first shift happened when I was four.” “Four
Her eyes opened wide at my question, water dripping down her lashes like crystal tears. For a moment she looked at me as though I had asked something absurd, something ordinary. “What do you mean?” she said lightly, though her voice trembled in a way she couldn’t hide. She tilted her head and offered me a weak smile. “Who am I? I’m Emilia. Hello…” She even lifted a wet hand from the bathwater in a mock wave, as if pretending this was all a joke. But I didn’t smile. “That’s not what I mean,” I said, my voice low, rough. “And you know it.” The faint humor drained from her expression. Her hand sank back into the water. “I haven’t stopped thinking about it,” I went on, my chest tight with the words I’d carried too long. “Last night in the forest. How you stopped my beast from leaving. How I touched you last night and you're…you're—still alive.” My throat worked. “Every other woman… every single one… dead. But you’re still here. Breathing. Whole.” Her lips parted, but no sound came o
For one terrifying heartbeat, the world stopped. Her body was so still beneath my arm, so quiet, I swore I felt the cold breath of death brush against my skin. Not again. Not her. My heart thundered so violently I thought it would rip free from my chest. The curse had always been merciless—every woman I touched was doomed. And last night… last night I hadn’t just touched her. I had claimed her in every way I knew how. The thought that my hunger, my need, might have taken her from me— A low groan broke the silence. I jerked upright. “Maximus…” Her voice was a sleepy rasp, soft as a sigh. Then, with a hint of irritation, she mumbled, “Get away from me. You didn’t let me sleep until the early hours of the morning. I’m tired… and now you won’t let me sleep?” Relief hit me like a blade pulled free from a wound—sharp, dizzying. My head dropped forward and I exhaled hard, my palm dragging over my face as a shaky laugh escaped. Goddess, she scared the hell out of me. “You…” My voice
I didn’t mean to say it.The words slipped out, born from something deeper than lust, deeper than this primal hunger that had taken root inside me since the moment Emilia looked at me like I was more than a monster.‘Marry me,’ I had whispered into her ear, my lips still brushing her skin. The silence that followed was suffocating.It felt like the entire cabin held its breath. Even the storm outside seemed to pause, as if the gods themselves were waiting for her response.Slowly, Emilia turned her head, her hair brushing across my jaw. Her eyes—those deep eyes—searched mine, wide and shimmering with something I couldn’t quite name.“What… did you just say?” she whispered, voice fragile, almost breaking.I blinked. My heart slammed against my ribs. For the first time in years—decades—I stuttered.“I… I—” My throat closed around the words. Me. The Alpha King. The beast cursed to kill every woman I touched. And here I was, stumbling over my own damn tongue like a boy.Her lips parted i
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