ALPHA KING'S BRIDE: THE POWER OF HIS LUNA のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

The Palace of the Sea Moon King Rykerr was the powerful Alpha of the Moon Crest Pack and the ruler of the Sea Moon territory. His name was known far and wide. People spoke of his unmatched strength, his commanding presence, and the way he led his pack with firm authority. But there was a secret that only a few knew, a dangerous truth that returned every year. Once each year, King Rykerr entered a state called the “Inferno.” It was a wild, uncontrollable storm of desire and need. During this time, he lost control of himself. His body burned with an intense hunger that no single woman could satisfy. It was not just physical; it was primal, overwhelming, and dangerous. If left unchecked, the Inferno could consume him entirely. To protect both the king and the kingdom, the elders of the pack devised a plan. Every year, they would select ten of the most beautiful and desirable women from the land. These women were brought to the palace to help calm the king during his Inferno. It was a

AYLA Later that day, Ayla ran into her room and slammed the wooden door shut behind her. Her heart was racing, her breath short and shaky. She felt trapped. How could her own father do this to her? He knew what kind of man the Alpha King was. Everyone did. His name was feared across the land, spoken in whispers only. The king was cruel, cold, and dangerous. Ayla collapsed onto her bed, clutching a soft pillow tightly as tears poured down her face. Why did some women actually fight for a chance to be with him? How could they want to belong to a man like that? The Alpha King had once rejected his fated mate, something so serious that it had angered the Moon Goddess herself. Because of that choice, he was now cursed. His body was failing, his power weakening, and death slowly creeping closer. He was no longer the mighty king he once was. And now, her family wanted to offer her to him, as if she were a gift. As if she was just meant to be his future widow. A deep pain spread through

AYLA The maids moved quickly around Ayla, attending to her every need. She sat still, overwhelmed by how different everything felt. The clothes she had worn before were nothing compared to what now draped over her body. Rich fabrics, delicate embroidery, and glittering jewels, it was all too much. Too unfamiliar. For the first time in years, both her sisters stood in her room. Not to speak to her, of course. They didn’t even look at her. Instead, they were busy picking through the many dresses scattered across the bed, inspecting them as though they were the ones chosen to be Queen. “Tighten her waist properly. She must look appealing to the King. And make sure her lips smell like roses,” Mrs. Jones instructed the maids, her tone sharp with authority. The room buzzed with activity until a burst of cruel laughter broke the air. “The King is blind. He can’t even smell anything,” Selene mocked, loud enough for everyone to hear. “As far as I know, our little sister is already a wido

“Answer me!” the King shouted right into her face. His voice boomed through the court. Everyone in the hall went quiet. Ayla’s body trembled. Her eyes widened in shock and fear. She was completely frozen. The King's large hand was still around her neck, squeezing. She could barely breathe. Is this really the man the Moon Goddess chose for me? she thought in disbelief. He’s choking me! It felt like death was near. If he didn’t stop, she would pass out soon. But suddenly, something strange happened. The King's grip loosened. His hand dropped from her neck slowly. His sharp eyes, however, remained fixed on hers. They didn’t blink, didn’t move. It was like he was staring into her soul. Ayla was stunned. She couldn’t look away either. Even though the King was sick and weak, he still looked powerful. His face had sharp features and his presence was heavy. For a moment, it was as if time had stopped. He slowly sat back in his throne and cleared his throat. His gaze swept across the co

“May the goddess be praised,” Elder Asher whispered, eyes wide with wonder. “The King is awake,” another elder added, unable to hide the relief in his voice. But Ayla wasn’t paying attention to them. Her hand was still trapped in the King’s strong grip. She tried to pull away gently, but he held on tightly. His eyes, dark and unreadable, stayed fixed on her face. He didn’t look angry. But Ayla couldn’t be sure. The room was quiet. Too quiet. “Repeat what you just said to me,” the King said in a calm but deep voice. Ayla’s heart raced. He had heard her. He heard her whisper those words…“Get well… for me.” What would happen if she said them again? Would he get angry? Would he mock her? “Please,” she whispered, “let go of my hand.” He tilted his head slightly. “But I thought you liked touching me,” he said, his tone teasing, yet not unkind. “Just a moment ago, you said I should get better… for you.” Ayla’s face turned red. She couldn’t believe he heard her. She had only said it