Todos os capítulos de Married To The Alpha King, Claimed By The Alpha Prince : Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

“I can't just sit around and be forced to marry the Alpha King. I have to break my hymen! That way, the bastard won't take me,” I said as though to someone else but it was at the image staring back in the mirror; ME! It was a decision that would change my life, that may kill me. “I will do it!” I affirm. Darkness cloaked my room. That was the first step – to ensure I wasn’t seen. My hand went straight to my inner thigh. I knew the jinks: slow and soft. I brushed through my muns and then closed my eyes to savor the feelings. I rummaged through my panty as though I was looking for something. But then my hands rested on my lips and I brushed through. Before me sat a plain, unmarked box. Its contents were a secret I’d eagerly awaited, a secret that held the key to unlocking desires I hadn’t fully understood… yet. I had ordered it impulsively, an act born from a confluence of dread and burgeoning lust. Tonight, the night before my 18th birthday, was all I had before I’d be mated to th

The car ride was swift and silent. I caught glimpses of Jonathan beside me and wondered about the level of his allegiance to his father.Soon, we were in a large, open field. A jet waited. I was led to it and seated on a chair, alone.I stared out the window, watching the familiar landscape shrink beneath me. The thought of my home, the place of my childhood and forced upbringing, was a complicated mix of resentment and loss. But still, I didn’t want to be separated from it.Waves of my earlier connection with Jonathan resurfaced, and I sighed. *Why can’t he just take me to himself?* I wondered.Jenny Da’Bitch’s tutorials echoed in my mind: “…seduction is a weapon, a tool…”I wondered if I could wield it. Not for the Alpha King. But for the Alpha Prince.Minutes stretched into an eternity. The smooth landing announced our arrival on Furiosa Island.The door hissed open, and Jonathan emerged.“Come,” he commanded.I walked toward him, my eyes fixed on his."Bow your head when you see hi

We have been seen. But by who? My breath hitched, like a strangled bird caught in a hunter’s snare. Jonathan rushed to his feet. The look on his face was a hilarious mix of panicked rabbit and guilty schoolboy. I'd rather look into his face than the face of the one who has entered. My thighs were slick with his sweat, a testament to our clandestine tryst. "Well, well, well," I heard the feminine voice. That was a relief. It was not King Maguire. It was not death! “Isabella?” Jonathan called. "Look what the Alpha King's future queen is getting up to. A little pre-wedding... practice?" Isabella said. Now I swerve my gaze to look at her. Her eyes, cold and sharp as shards of ice, swept over us both, lingering a beat too long on Jonathan's rumpled hair. Jonathan sputtered, "Isabella, please! You can't tell anyone!" His voice was a pathetic squeak, a far cry from his usual arrogant swagger. My silence was a roar. Death was a very real possibility; a slow, agonizing de

The air in the luxury SUV was thick with a silence that hummed with unspoken words. Jonathan stared out at the passing landscape, the familiar fields blurring into an indistinct green. Beside him, Alpha King Maguire sat. "Ready for anything, Jon?" Maguire's voice was a low rumble, cutting through the quiet. Jonathan shifted, turning to face his father. "Always, Father. Though I admit, 'anything' feels particularly broad today." He knew what his father meant. These truces were always a delicate dance, a performance of peace over simmering resentment. Maguire grunted, a sound that could mean approval or exasperation. "Good. Because today, 'anything' might just be the understatement of the year. Darius is an old wolf, shrewd and unpredictable." The sun beat down relentlessly as the two imposing SUVs finally came to a halt, spaced respectfully on either side of the parched field. Jonathan watched as the figures emerged from the opposing vehicle – Alpha Darius and his daughter, Asante.

The door clicked shut behind them.Before Jonathan could even fully turn from the door, Asante was there. She moved with the predatory grace of a cat, closing the small distance between them in a single, fluid motion. Her hands were on his chest, surprisingly strong, pushing him gently back against the wall.“Hey, slow down,” Jonathan said. Her eyes locked onto his. He saw the challenge, the raw hunger, the sheer audacity in their depths. There was no preamble, no whispered words. Her lips crashed against his, hard and demanding.“I want to slow down, but I can't Jonathan,” she said in a giggle. “You're crazy,” he whispered. Jonathan was stilled, caught off guard by the sudden ferocity. For a split second, the thought of Elara, of the quiet dignity he sought with her, flickered in his mind like a dying ember. But then, the heat ignited. It was a wildfire, spreading through his veins, consuming every rational thought. It was primal, undeniable. His hands, almost instinctively, fo