Loving The Alpha King Instead

Blood began to coagulate around the edges of my wound, and I tried to accustom myself to the loose bandages.I got used to being hurt and the pain. Killing is a part of my life. Slitting throats doesn’t always feel comfortable. But seeing how it brings satisfaction to my lover and to my people, I’m willing to dirty my hands a million more times for it.That's what I am, mostly what I was raised to do.I kill to expand his territory, and I attack packs after packs to do that“Any last words?” I murmur with no hint of remorse onto the dying man pinned down by the force of my own feet onto the marble floor of their own pack house. It was the Alpha of the small pack we are currently in the midst of attacking. I am even surprised our Alpha, my very own man isn’t here ending this himself. “Please spare my family.” was all he said, staring at my own eyes. We were both filled with void. He, who has nothing more to give than his own life, and me who’s here trying to give everything for the m

“L—LET’S go eat.” I mumbled gripping the other pair of the earring before going out as they were still trying to console Raine. My mind was blank as I walked out with a mix of feelings swirling around my head. “She's not even the Alpha’s mate. How can she be so proud of being the Luna.” one of the Omegas behind me said. The martyrdom in my expression was probably obvious enough for them to spout something that could have their heads cut if I heard it, but they’re fairly aware that I can’t say anything with my heads up in the clouds. When I was finally outside, that was when I felt all the oxygen entering my lungs and my head working properly. Just as I thought, everyone is on her side. It felt suffocating to have the people you thought you could trust turn their backs from you. That is excruciating. Gnawing the insides of my cheeks to prevent the distress and the heavy thoughts cloud my external appearance, I walk down the dining room. Everyone in the pack house was already on t

THE gooey texture of the soup never failed to fulfill my needs of satisfaction at this very moment. It didn’t flow fast nor too slow on her lowered head. Its speed was good enough for it to cover every strand of her annoyingly coloured hair. Its slimy consistency was enough to know that if it didn’t look right on her hair, then it definitely wasn’t supposed to taste good. A smirk slowly plastered on my face as she shivered right in front of everyone. The pack warriors were about to hastily close the door to avoid any audience seeing, but one glare from me and they stood rigid in their spot, holding the door open. Everyone has to see this. I run my index finger on her hair before bringing it to my mouth for a taste. I cringed before smirking. “I’m off to bed. I don’t think I like the taste of the food. I hope you do though, considering you’re . . . covered in it.” I smiled before turning around, but of course, not until Calvin’s growl stopped me. Of course, the knight in shining ar

“WHAT is happening here?” The entire messed up room rumbled at its Alpha’s presence as Calvin walked inside, towards his trembling mate. Raine’s eyes were filled with horror and shock, yet much to my expectations, regret did not follow. I was actually thinking she’s still going to regret pushing me into these shards, almost killing me if I ever had an actual human body.“Ugh . . .” I slowly groaned as I felt the sharp ceramic digging deeper into my skin. For a Luna who goes from one war to another, this is nothing, but for this to happen inside the pack house was something my body did not prepare for.Damn her.Damn her to hell.“Did anything happen to you?” Calvin went over to his mate, scanning her for any injuries. Oh, come on. I’m here laying on the ground—in a shard-littered ground.“I-I . . .” Raine flashes a look on her worried mate, her lips shaking in tremor before her eyes once more goes back to me which I responded with a raised brow.“What?” I grumble, slowly clenching my

“WHAT do you mean, Luna?” a curious tone from one of the pack members surrounding Raine asked. I crossed my arms against my chest to look at her. She was once my student in the training session I was doing a few moons ago.“How do you see me, Sophia?” I called her by name and her eyes grew widen in determination. It shows respect as it was gazing up at me to answer my question. She was thinking hard before saying,“Dark and . . . menacingly . . elegant?” she answered which everyone agreed upon. I then turned my gaze towards Raine who was already shaking in fear before a mocking smile unconsciously appeared on my face. “What do you think, doesn’t this dress speak a lot like me, Ladies?” I pointed my closed fan up and down at Raine’s obstinate posture. The audience was hesitant, but after a few seconds of staring at the gown the star of today’s ball was wearing, they slowly saw the picture I was trying to tell and agreed, instantly murmuring to themselves. The fun then began after that