All Chapters of The Alpha king and the Hunt: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Aria Blackwood....The morning of my nineteenth birthday didn’t start with flowers or music. It started with mud, dirty smelling sticky mud ewwwwwww.I groaned as I dragged another bucket of water from the well behind the training grounds. My arms ached from the weight, my shoulders screaming in protest, but I gritted my teeth and kept going. When I finally dumped it into the wooden trough, icy water splashed up, soaking my boots."fuckkkk!!" I half yelled I hate my lifeIt wasn’t glamorous work, but someone had to do it. And more often than not, that someone was me.I was meant to be training by now, but here I was caked in mud.Around me, the pack’s warriors trained hard, their grunts and laughter filling the air. Wooden swords clashed against each other, and the dirt field smelled of sweat and determination. A few of the boys glanced in my direction, smirks curling on their lips.“Beta’s daughter, huh?” one of them whispered, loud enough for me to hear. “More like the pack maid.”

Aria BlackwoodThe spark of recognition burned so bright it was blinding. My chest ached with the force of it, my wolf clawing at me, begging me to move toward him.My mate.My Alpha.Damien Storm.But as his eyes swept over me, cold and sharp as ice, I realized something was terribly wrong.There was no flicker of joy in his gaze. No warmth. No sign that his wolf was howling as mine was.He looked at me the way one might glance at a servant — barely worth the effort.And then he looked away.Selene whimpered inside me, confusion and agony tangled together. “Why doesn’t he—? He must feel it. He has to.”I couldn’t answer her. My throat had closed up, my breath uneven.Maya leaned close, whispering urgently, “Aria, you’re pale. What’s wrong?”I didn't notice when she came beside me looking very worried I opened my mouth, but no words came out. How could I explain? How could I tell her that the bond had lit inside me like wildfire, only for him to extinguish it with a single cold glanc

Aria BlackwoodThe training yard was alive with the thud of fists on mats and the sharp crack of wooden staffs colliding. Sweat clung to my skin as I moved, staff whirling through the air, each strike and block forcing me to keep my focus.of course I had to train cause I was the beta's daughter along with Serena who was the Gamma's daughter, it was essential for us.I didn't even have a fucking break in this pack.Pain lingered in my chest from the rejection, but I forced it aside. If I gave in, if I let the whispers and the ache consume me, I’d lose myself completely.“Keep your guard up,” Darren grunted as his staff struck mine, the impact jolting my arms.I nodded, teeth gritted, and shoved him back with a burst of effort. He stumbled a step, then smirked. “Better.”Darren was one of the few men I could tolerate in the pack.I almost smiled—almost—when the sound of laughter rang out. High, sharp, and cruel.Serena.She leaned lazily against the railing, arms crossed, her glossy ha

Aria Blackwood...The next morning, the pack grounds were chaos. Carriages rolled in one after another, wheels crunching over gravel, each one bearing the crest of a different pack. Horses snorted, warriors dismounted, and everywhere I looked, new faces filled the air with tension.The Annual Hunt wasn’t just a blood sport—it was tradition, a cruel one.And tradition meant guests. Packs from across the region came to watch, to compete, to form alliances, to participate in chasing and killing women or taking them as prizes I wished Damien would end this so called tradition.“Aria, get moving!” Mrs. Callahan, the pack's steward, barked at me. She shoved a folded stack of linens into my arms so hard I nearly staggered. “The guest wing is not going to prepare itself. And for the Goddess’s sake, don’t let anyone see you limping.”I bit back a wince, clutching the fabrics tighter against the dull ache in my side. I still hadn’t fully healed, but no one cared. If anything, they enjoyed pili

Aria’s Blackwood....The world tilted. My legs buckled beneath me, every muscle trembling from the unbearable fire that scorched through my veins. The Hunt was chaos—wolves tearing through the forest, howls echoing like thunder—but all I could feel was the ache pulsing low in my belly, the cruel grip of heat.It was worse than any story I’d ever heard. My skin burned, my throat was dry, and my wolf clawed desperately to break free. My scent—sharp, sweet, intoxicating—was everywhere, thick in the night air. I heard the snarls shift, a dozen heads snapping toward me.“No… no, not now,” I whispered, stumbling back.But they smelled me.The wolves closest froze mid-stride, their eyes glowing with hunger that wasn’t about blood or dominance. It was primal need. Male need. My scent had turned them savage, and in that instant, I realized I wasn’t prey in the Hunt anymore—I was the prize.A large wolf lunged first, his teeth flashing, not toward my throat but to pin me. I screamed, shoving hi