All Chapters of The Alpha King's Chosen : Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

The morning light crept into the attic, pale and weak, painting thin stripes on the dusty floorboards. My eyes burned from lack of sleep. I had tossed and turned all night, but no dream or darkness could ease the heaviness pressing on my chest.The echoes of last night’s celebration still clung to me. Cheers, laughter, the sound of mugs clinking. My brother had shifted, and the pack had rejoiced. But me? I had sat in this cage of an attic, curled up on a thin mattress, forgotten.I rubbed my hands over my face and whispered to myself, “I can’t do this anymore. I won’t.”The words cracked in the silence, but hearing them out loud gave me a strange spark of courage.A plate of food still sat in the corner, Leah’s attempt at kindness. The meat had turned gray, the bread was stiff. My stomach twisted painfully, but I shoved it aside. Hunger had become my shadow, a quiet friend that reminded me I was still alive.I thought of Theo—my twin, my brother. Did he feel the weight of the pack’s c

The morning started like any other. From the attic, I heard the pack yard come alive—the crunch of boots on dirt, the sharp crack of practice hits, the shouts from the warriors training. I could pick out every single sound, but one rose above them all. My brother’s voice. Commanding. Certain. The future Alpha. My father never missed a chance to boast about him, and today was no different. His booming laughter carried from the yard below like a drumbeat.I sat near the attic window, watching through the cracks in the walls. The forest beyond swayed gently in the morning breeze, sunlight dripping through the leaves like gold. Everything looked so normal, so steady. The air smelled of clean dirt and pine. I had no idea that by the end of the day, everything would change.By noon, the air was thick with the sound of sparring. The clanging of steel against steel, the deep thud of a body hitting the ground, the shouts of encouragement. My brother trained harder than usual, fueled by the pri

A secluded area in the forest..“You’re late,” a rogue snarled, his voice sharp in the night air. His yellow eyes glowed faintly under the pale moonlight. The others shifted restlessly around him, claws scraping at the damp earth.A hooded woman stepped into the clearing, her black cloak dragging over the mossy ground. She moved slowly, without fear, like she owned the darkness itself. Though her face was hidden beneath the hood, her presence silenced the restless growls of the rogues.“I arrive when I choose to,” she said flatly, her voice low but steady. “Report.”The tallest rogue bared his teeth. “Theo Hale is dead. Just as you ordered.”A ripple of uneasy laughter spread through the group. Some smirked, others shifted uncomfortably, but all eyes flicked back to the cloaked figure.“Dead in his sister’s place,” another added. “But why not kill her instead? She’s weak, human. It would’ve been easier.”The woman tilted her head slightly. Her voice came soft, but it cut like ice. “Do