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Unwanted daughter of cursed Alpha King

Unwanted daughter of cursed Alpha King

Werewolf
last update最終更新日 : 2024-12-25
作家:  Marrah Benjamin連載中
言語: English
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概要

Werewolf

Alpha

Revenge

Fast-Paced Plot

Dark Romance

Rogue

Hybrid

Betrayal

Apocalypse

Aralyn Leto and her mother Larissa, are running across Soovaree, a mystic supernatural realm, to escape Malleteagan, Aralyn’s father and Larissa’s destined mate. At tender age of 13, Aralyn witnessed Malleteagan killing Larissa in a cold-blooded murder. Taking her last breaths, Larissa made Aralyn promise to continue to live and fight. Brokenhearted yet determined to keep her promise, Aralyn continues running away from Malleteagan. Blinded by the hatred, Malleteagan (Aeolian Warlock’s Royalty, the Lycan King and son of Moon Goddess) believes that Aralyn’s death is needed to break the Moonlight curse cast upon him by the God of War. Left with no choice, Aralyn finally escapes from Malleteagan to Wengarthria (the supernatural hell of Soovaree). In Wengarthria, Aralyn enters Oribus, the first of nine levels of hell. In Oribus Aralyn meets Sentaya, enigmatic Oribian ruler and gatekeeper of Wengarthria. Sentaya offers a hideout to Aralyn, who agrees to work for Sentaya in exchange. About five years later, Malleteagan discovers Aralyn’s hideout in Oribus and attacks Sentaya when she refuses to handover Aralyn, only to lose the battle. However, Aralyn’s relief to hear about Malleteagan’s battle loss and retreat from Oribus is short-lived. Upon the battle end, Aralyn’s hideout was discovered by Marcellus Riggs, the illegitimate son of Hades. As commanded by his father, Hades, Marcellus, the seasoned army commander and heir apparent to Wengarthrian throne, led the army to Oribus to collect the souls of Malleteagan’s fallen Lycan soldiers. When he discovers Aralyn. Marcellus is annoyed to discover that she is his destined mate. Due to personal vendetta, Marcellus abducts Aralyn and imprisons her in dungeons of the last circle of Wengarthria with a plan to destroy Aralyn and get revenge. Will he manage to get going with his plans?

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Aralyn’s POV Oh fuck, forget what I said. I prefer to slowly die of starvation in the desert rather than have this beast disfigure me. That way, I would have at least a slim chance of survival. Even if I had a bit more energy to try to summon some of the mothers' power, there was no way that I could fight this Sasquatch, mammoth-sized, two-legged, wolf-like demon. Let alone the fact that I am a twelve-year-old girl on the run from the experienced, original, first Lycan king who went through centuries of training and battles. Well, Aralyn, make a death wish, say goodbye to the world, and pray that daddy dearest gives you a quick and at least somewhat painless death. I closed my eyes and expected squelching sounds, blood cracks, pain and death. I even pictured him dismembering my head from my neck with his fangs, ripping off my heart with his bare hands. Same as he did to my mum. The pain and demise were palpable. But that never happened. Instead, I heard a roar of fury in th
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Farewell, son of Selene
Where is Sentaya? She promised to cloak and protect me, and she did so for over five years. How did he find me? Did he already spot me? Shall I run? An unknown voice in my head reassured me that he could not see me because of the cloaking spell, but I was still scared shitless. My instinct told me to run. "He does not see you. Stay put. If you run, you will expose yourself with movement and your scent," the voice reassured me."Who to fuck are you?" I asked the voice."You will find out soon, when the time comes. For now, all you need to know is that you must stay put if you want to survive," the voice echoed in my mind. "Fuck, I hear voices. Am I ok, or have I gone mad?" I chuckled to myself. I glanced back to the army of carnivores. Their agenda is to find me and execute me. That much is clear. Fear rippled through my very essence and spread across my body like a plague."Are you fucking mad?! Even if they can’t see you because of the cloaking spell, they will feel your fear, so put
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Hatred will destroy every first-born of Endymion’s blood
Aralyn's POV-Two months after the battle-"Marcellus Riggs, I hate you! Have you heard me, you motherfucker?! I hope you will live for eternity and watch everything you hold dear rot in Hell in slow and excruciating pain. You twisted piece of shit." I screamed at the top of my lungs while his face remained dreadfully expressionless.My memories drifted away back to the day of battle between Sentaya and Malleteagan and to the feeling of relief that rippled through me when Lycans were defeated, and they started to retreat.But…sense of urgency and horror replaced the relief momentarily when Hades' army started to surge into the battlefield. A whiff of massacred Lycans wafted to Hades himself. He wanted strong Lycan servants in his army, the ones of souls untouched and untainted by Sentaya and Denexus, so he could have them malleable and under his thumb with no leverage, nuisance or obstructions. And under the pecking order of Soovare underworld, Wengarthria, as the centre of hell, has
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Where are you, little mouse?
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Aralyn’s POV ***Trigger Warning: scenes of physical violence and emotional abuse “Good morning, sunshine”, I heard a voice in close proximity before I felt water spill on me from a barrel. Silver shackles on my wrists and ankles were biting my skin viciously already. Water mixed with what smelled like wolfsbane made every inch of my tormented body sizzle and burn. The pain was unbearable. His minions laughed sinisterly. Then Marcellus came closer and grabbed my hair in a movement that felt like he was about to rip my scalp off. That tug forced me to lift my head and look straight into his face. And fuck, did he look good-that, crazy voice in my head again. What’s going on with me? I should have been mortified by the Satan that was holding my scalp in a gut-wrenching grip. Instead, I was looking at a few messy, stubborn, auburn locks which faded to a warm honey shade on their ends while they ran away from his neatly styled hair and formed almost a halo around his strong an
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Aralyn’s POV ***Trigger Warning: scenes of physical violence and emotional abuse. I have the same nightmare again. It was about her. Mother. Oh Goddess, how I miss her. This nightmare seems to just be on repeat, over and over again. Every time I close my eyes, it becomes more vivid. This started to happen since I was in Wengarthria. In my nightmare, I see the fight between my parents and the moment when my… Malleteagan…rips my mother's head off and pulls her heart out. I see him eating her heart, looking at me. Then, his face morphs into Marcellus. I am trying to run away, but I can’t make it this time. He catches me, and we are in Wengartria again. His beasts torture me again in that cell. Then he stomps over me and starts to rip my limbs from my body. Finally, he decapitates me and rips my heart out. Then I hear those curse words and wake up. This happens over and over again every time as if I were in some endless Groundhog Day hell-loop. I am afraid to slee
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Aralyn’s POV ***Triggering content: scenes of physical and emotional abuse Travelling from the white room to wherever the dungeons were was not long. I squinted to adapt to the darkness of that bloody dungeon. My hands were tied behind my back. I was in a kneeling position with legs as well tied around my ankles. Marcellus was just in front of my face. While he looked straight into my eyes with his now obsidian pits, which replaced his steely grey eyes, shivers went down my spine. With a dreadfully low and calm voice, he asked me: “Will you eat?” He emphasised every word with his eerily quiet voice, and his luscious mint scent wafted to me. I felt sweat protruding to my skin along with primaeval and raw fear of him. My anxiety and fear of the devil before me, coupled with a sore and dry throat, rendered me unable to form a sound. I looked at him, trying to open my mouth to form a word, but I couldn’t. He furiously pivoted and side-kicked me directly to my barely recovered jaw, dis
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