Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Alpha King Hexed Bride: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Chapter 2. The rejection.Becky’s POV They say, the day you find the chosen mate given to you by the moon goddess would be the happiest day of your life, but unfortunately…mine was hexed. Who knew the one person I was desperately waiting for all my life, wanting to spend the remaining days of my life with would reject me on the spot without batting an eye or thinking it over all because I was wolfless. What a jerk. I guess finding happiness or being happy was a curse for me since the day I opened my eyes into this world.****4 years ago I was only 17 years old when I met him. I know I was young and maybe expecting too much at that age but give me a break here. I was brainwashed by my parents' happy marriage and those around me and the stories that all told me. My parents found each other when they were only 16, a year younger than me, so don't judge me if there's anyone you want to judge or blame, do that with the moon goddess.The Alpha King. Or should I say, my fated mate…I w

Chapter 4. Roots and Shadows.Becky’s POV. I got out of the airport, cold air carrying the unmistakable scent of pine and damp earth that only my pack lands had. The familiarity hit me like a punch to the gut, stirring a wave of emotions I wasn’t ready to face. Five years away from this place, and yet it still felt like home.Dragging my suitcase behind me, I adjusted the strap of my bag on my shoulder and took a deep breath. Things would be different now. I was different now. I’d spent five years in the human world, working, studying, and building a life of independence. But the memory of why I left—the rejection, the pain—still lingered in the back of my mind, a ghost that refused to fade completely.The airport was as quiet as I remembered. I was glad to see that that didn't change with the five years I was gone. I stopped in my tracks, remembering I didn't return alone. “Becks. Slow down will ya? I know it feels good to be back home but I only have two legs and a heavy suitcase

Chapter 6: Luna. Becky's POV “ You can't force me into marring you and being your mate. In case you didn't know or your mindset is still stuck in the eighteen or nineteen hundreds, we're already in the morden day era and shit like that isn't common anymore.” I said, glaring at him." For someone who rejects me, you're speaking quite comfortably with me.” Hunter said with a slight smirk.I stopped my pacing and turned to face him. Thank the moon goddess that dad's study was sound proof otherwise the moment I stepped out a painful slap on the back awaits me because I know everyone eagerly wants to know why I rejected the Alpha king in front of everyone and almost immediately dragged him into my Dad's study. I stared at him in silence as I walked towards my dad's chair and say on it, straighting my posture on the chair, my brain unable to think of a suitable response. So I sat like a diva crossing my legs on the table. Haunter's gaze fell on my legs before looking back at my face. “W

Chapter 8: Games ALWAYS Leads to WARBecky’s POVI didn’t return to my desk. Not right away.Instead, I slipped into the break room and shut the door behind me as quietly as I could. The overhead fluorescent light buzzed like it was shorting out—sharp and uneven. My skin prickled. Not just from nerves. It felt like the air itself had teeth.Still, I stood there, staring at my phone.You made a mistake. Now she knows. Leave it alone, or we’ll bury more than just numbers.I read the message twice, then a third time. My fingers didn’t tremble, not exactly. They just felt... distant. Like I’d dipped them in a river too long and forgotten what warmth felt like.My first thought wasn’t fear. It was clinical.Okay. That’s a new one.Hallucinated messages. Not uncommon. Delusional content, paranoia. Add it to the list.I pressed a hand to my forehead and exhaled slowly. I’d skipped a dose this morning, hadn’t I? Or maybe I hadn’t eaten enough. Maybe the coffee was too strong. The usual culpri

Chapter 10: Jimmy. Becky's POV The cold bit into my feet the second I stepped out the side door, but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. My body was moving on pure adrenaline, heart thundering in my chest so loud I could hear it in my ears.I had no plan.No direction.Just a singular, burning instinct—leave.My fingers trembled as I yanked the motorcycle upright, nearly tipping it over in my haste. I’d never ridden one before, not fully—but I’d watched enough movies to know the basics. And I was damn good at faking confidence when I needed to.I swung my leg over, hissed when the cold leather of the seat bit into my bare skin, and muttered under my breath, “Come on, don’t fail me now.”My foot slammed against the kickstart once. Twice. Nothing.Third time—roar.The engine sputtered to life with a violent shudder that echoed across the stone walls like a death bell. I cringed at the sound but didn’t hesitate. I twisted the throttle, hands stiff against the icy metal, and the bike jerked forw