All Chapters of Quillon: The Alpha King (The Rare Wolf Series #3): Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

This is Quillon's story and the third book in the Rare Wolf series.As always, please read at your own risk. This story contains explicit scenes, 18+ (which we all love), and an abundance of love and butterflies that may crawl in your stomach to create havoc in your system.Okay, I'm babbling.Anyway, keep calm and wait for Quillon. I'm excited about this, and I hope you'll like it the same way you liked the other books of the Rare Wolf series!Love ya!Disclaimer:No copyright infringement. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real people's names, places, events, or situations is purely coincidental.This book may contain content that is not suitable for readers below 18 years of age. You've been warned.If you haven't read the 'Call Me Alpha' book, then it is advisable to read it first before diving into Quillon's world. Or not, this book could be a standalone, too.***PrologueQuillonI dropped the last werewolf alive with a single twist of his neck. His dead body fell on

Chapter TwoSoleilThe sounds of metal clinking, crisp and ringing, woke me with a weak start. Far from the chilly cold sensation I felt when I first woke up, I feel warmed and comfortable this time.I opened my eyes and there I saw the tent ceiling and a dim light illuminated inside.I looked around and saw that the metal clinking sound was from a spoon and fork used by the man who was now looking at me. While eating. My stomach grumbled."Hope you don't mind that I ate before you, princess," he said with a smirk and put the spoon on his mouth again. How sarcastic and rude of this rogue. I hate how he rapidly found a nickname for me. Also, I hate the nickname.The way he chewed the food made my stomach growl in hunger."G-Glad I didn't harm you." I tried to speak firmly but it only came as a whisper. The stranger smirked, and if I was not mistaken, I saw a glint of amusement in his eyes.My throat was dry, dessert dry. Even when I try to swallow my own saliva, it seems I wasn’t produ

Chapter FourSoleilFunny how time flies so fast, and could turn my world around in the process.A few days ago, the only thing that kept me occupied was arranging the mapping ceremony. A Mapping ceremony is held every year, in every pack of every region--the East, the West, the South and the North. Each region has werewolf packs within the territory. North has five packs, South has three, West has four and East has only one.Well, actually, East has two werewolf packs but the other pack was hidden. No one knew about it. And if you ask me why I know, well, because that's where I came from.That was my home.Until it wasn't, oh well.Anyways, in the Mapping ceremony, she-wolves who turned eighteen will locate where their mate is. This is possible with the help of an enchantress and the magical map of the werewolf realm. Just a drop of blood, and the pack and region of the blood-owner's mate will light up.Once you know where your mate's from, you'll attend your future mate's Mapping Ba

Chapter SixSoleilMy eyes were on Quillon as I chewed my first bite slowly. To be honest, I didn't expect him to come out of his tent, much less to bring me food. The way he shoved my hand off him and the firmness of his voice really threw me off.And now, agreeing to accompany me as I eat, I'm not sure what his deal is.He sat in front of me, looking away, and his posture screams that he wanted to get out of here.His body was rigid, his spine straight like steel, and his jaw didn't relax from clenching.And knowing he wanted to get out of here fast? Makes me want to eat slowly."Aren't you hungry?" I asked, squinting my eyes when his eyes fluttered before shutting and an exhale came out of his lips."No." He opened his eyes and looked at my food. "Why aren't you eating?""I am eating. I was just enjoying the food. Thank you for this, by the way."His nostril flared, and his head hung low. I swear I heard a growl from him, but it's too low."You're welcome. Now stop talking and fini

Chapter Eight QuillonI endured the mate bond's pull for a week. A week! Her presence stole my attention; her scent lingers even if I kept my distance. And her voice... Damn, I'm so fucking doomed.It was tolerable for the first few days, but our bond kept torturing me, clawing out of my control.My wolf started to get restless. The effect of resisting the mate bond makes my wolf weak.It has come to the point that my senses were failing. I kept going out to hunt, but I ended up destroying my prey and leaving its corpse behind in pieces.At first, working myself out worked, but eventually it ceased to be of help.There were times when I couldn't sense any presence or hear anything.Just like right now.Waking up, I knew my senses were fucked up. My vision is blurry, and I couldn't fucking hear or smell anything. My mind was imprisoned in a Haz