The Cursed Alpha King's Mate

IslaI was dragged from my sleep by the blaring of my alarm clock that had the audacity to interrupt my sleep at such an early hour. I slammed my hand on the snooze and winced at the stark red digital display proudly telling me it was 5am, despite still being dark outside my window. I sighed, burrowing deeper into the cocoon of comfort, my body reluctant to leave its warm comfy sanctuary. But I knew I couldn’t stay here forever, there were chores to do and everyone in the Cragg High Pack pulled their weight on the main farm. Including weak humans such as myself. Lying there in the quiet darkness, I thought once again about my mother. A woman I'd never met, who died giving birth to me because she to was a weak human. The downfall of a human becoming pregnant to a werewolf meant body was too weak to carry to term. But even though my existence was the result of my father having an affair with a human, and me being a human myself, my stepmother had taken me in without hesitation. She nurs

IslaI couldn’t focus, I was restless, and I eventually put the book down after I kept reading the same page over and over. Instead, I paced the length of my small bedroom, back and forth, back and forth, as the low rumble of voices drifted up from below. The pack was gathered in the great hall, sharing dinner with the Alpha King and his entourage. I could picture the scene, my father seated at the head of the table, trying to be stoic, with my stepmother, Lysa and Niall flanking him. The rest of the pack would be arrayed along the sides, faces alight with awe and apprehension at their royal guest.And there, dominating the room despite the lack of a throne, would be the Alpha King himself. I wondered if conversation flowed freely in his presence, or if his arrival had cast a chill over the gathering. Based on what little I'd glimpsed of him earlier, I suspected the latter. Cassie would be there too, helping serve the lavish feast prepared in the King's honour. I envied them all at th

TristanAs the young blonde scrambled back from me, I stared at her in suspicion. Her wide blur eyes were filled with stark terror, her body poised for flight. No, this small female was clearly not my mate, though her scent had fooled me for a moment. But she knew something."You're not my mate," I stated coldly, advancing on her again. She shook her head wildly, backing up against the wall in her haste to escape me. I gripped her delicate chin, forcing her to meet my gaze."Tell me who she is," I commanded, fighting to keep my voice level despite the storm of emotions within. Frustratingly, the girl remained mute, her full lips pressed into a tight line. My temper snapped, and I slammed my fist into the wall beside her head. She flinched, and I felt a stab of remorse, though my anger still burned hot."Please," she finally whispered, genuine fear shining in her eyes. "I can't."Can't or won't? It didn’t matter. She knew something about my mate, and I would have the truth from her, no

IslaMate? What the fuck? There was no way that I heard that. I was clearly mishearing things in my fear. There really was no way that the Alpha King just said that. My heart pounded in my ears as I stared up at the imposing figure of Alpha King Tristan, his piercing blue eyes locking onto mine with a fierce intensity. Panic rose in my throat as I struggled against the immovable weight pinning me down. His body was hot, hard, and so much bigger than my own. I clawed at the leaf-littered soil, trying to find something to wrench myself free. A low growl rumbled through him again. "Calm yourself, little one." His breath stirred my hair, and I shuddered. "Why are you fighting me?" Was he kidding? Did he really expect me to go down without a fight? His hands slid under my shirt, calloused palms gliding over my bare skin. I gasped, arching away from his touch, but he only gripped me tighter, nuzzling against my neck."So soft," he purred, fingers teasing along the edge of my bra. "So perfe

TristanThe shock slammed into me like a freight train as I stared at the girl in front of me, her emerald eyes defiantly locked onto mine. Everything about her called to me, especially from this close up. But now she was telling me something that my senses couldn’t believe to be true."What did you just say?" I demanded, my voice low and dangerous."I said," she repeated, her tone firm, "I'm human.""Impossible," I snarled, my anger bubbling beneath the surface. How could this beautiful creature be nothing more than a weak, fragile human? The thought was incomprehensible."Please," she whispered, stepping closer to me, her scent intoxicating and driving me mad with desire. "I can't be your fated mate because I don't have one. I can’t have one." I saw sadness in her emerald eyes as she spoke. There was more than just fear here. I shook my head, unwilling to accept her words. "No," I growled, my hand reaching out to grip her arm tightly, feeling her warm skin beneath my fingertips. "Y