Lahat ng Kabanata ng Chosen by The Alpha King: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Ariel's POV ❤In the year 2200, it was an era where werewolves ruled over humans. Fifty years ago, overnight, humans became slaves to the werewolves.My name is Ariel, a human, and we became the lowest class in society within our designated areas - even lower than the Omegas, treated as slaves and playthings. If we showed even a hint of defiance, we would be taken away for punishment. When I was ten years old, I witnessed a human who merely touched a werewolf's clothing get dragged into the town square, where a werewolf impaled his heart with their claws.Father tightly hugged me and Alice, who were terrified. He told us not to make a sound, that we must endure, and one day, we would escape this hell.We soon forgot the shadow of that day because my parents loved each other dearly and treated us well, despite our poor living conditions. When father looked at Alice and me, his face only had smiles. "You two are the best treasures I've ever received." My father often said.Although Alice

(Ariel's POV)Time: Year 2200, five days until the next round of genetic testing.I glared at him with the corner of my eyes as I fumed with anger, and a gush of disgust ran down my body.Mark smiled and pulled up my chin, "What do you think about my proposal?"I gritted my teeth and tried to shake him away but his grip only tightened. "You're the perfect candidate to be my surrogate."I looked away, scoffing. "Let me go; otherwise I'll report you for cheating."Mark laughed aloud when I flinched, and he approached me closer. "Do you think anyone would believe you? You're the slave, and I'm the owner."I bit my lips while clenching my fist as I glanced down. It hurt me, but this was true. There was no one who would believe me over him. He was the rightful owner, mated to the Beta."Don't you feel ashamed to cheat on your mate?" I gritted when he pulled me closer."She's barren, and fret not, you'll be nothing more than a surrogate to me to bear my child. You're the perfect candidate f

(Ariel's POV)Time: The day of genetic testing.It was the day of the genetic test. It had, of course, come faster than I wanted it to and this filled my heart with a mix of dread and anticipation.Alice stood there, showing off the mark on her neck, proudly showing it off. "Ariel, I hope you get chosen."I looked away in anger and disdain when Alice laughed and reminded me, "You'll be dead otherwise.""If a human doesn't get picked, their fate will be miserable, you do know that." Alice replied as she turned to look at me. "As your sister, I hope that you can get mated, Ariel," she scoffed, causing my lips to twitch in anger.I stood there wondering why she wanted the mark so badly. It was true that the mated females were treated slightly better than the animated humans, but to me, they were still being used. Used by the werewolves for breeding, they were nothing more important to the werewolves. Only used as a breeding tool. And, I never wish to be used as a tool for breeding."Not

(Ariel's POV)"Strip," Elijah commanded with a grin on his face. I glanced away from him when I suddenly felt the pheromones swallowing me. It was different this time. It was gentle and addicting, like a drug, making me lose my mind.I gulped."Strip, Ariel." He repeated when I slowly took off my bra and dropped my panties. Elijah grinned and grabbed my hips, carrying me to the bed.He sat down on the bed and placed him on his lap. "Have you ever ridden a horse?"My cheeks turned hot, and I couldn't understand what was with his sudden question. Frowning, I nodded, slightly annoyed and confused. "So this is somewhat similar. Roll your hips against me." I blushed when he pulled me toward me. I took a deep breath and tried it, rocking my hips, I felt his cock shift deep inside.A strange feeling, tingled inside my body and I could feel my slits turning hot and warm as Elijah continued to guide me. I didn't know why, but I couldn't stop. I couldn't help but follow his commands."That's it

(Elijah's POV)I watched her, lying there unconscious, and for a moment, I allowed myself to take her in. Her petite body, so delicate, looked like it could break under the slightest pressure, and yet she had been strong enough to stand against me.That alone pissed me off. I wanted to hate everything about her, to despise the way her dark hair framed her face and fell in waves around her shoulders, but I couldn't. It drove me insane. My heart throbbed to look at the direction of her.Her rejection, the way she resisted me, infuriated me more than anything. But as much as I hated her audacity, I couldn't deny how stunning she was. Those blue eyes—when they weren't glaring at me—were like shards of ice, cutting and beautiful. But when she glared, even though I hated her resistance, I was unable to resist them — the fire in her eyes.It was as if every part of her was designed to push me to the edge, to make me want her more. I had never felt like this. This was the first time I felt. F