All Chapters of The Alpha King is a Woman : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The throne room smells like power and old lies.Stone walls rise high and cold, carved with victories that were never won by women. The air hums with deep male voices—officials, elders, and war strategists—gathered for the morning assembly. My father sits on the obsidian throne at the far end, crown heavy on his head, authority effortless on his shoulders.No woman is allowed inside.Not even me, the princess. Not even my mother, the queen.Crazy, right?Only maids pass through these doors—and only on their knees, scrubbing blood and mud from the floor with bare hands while men discuss the fate of the world above their bowed heads. Sweat dripping. Backs bent. Silent.Replaceable.The memory alone makes my teeth grind.I stand just outside the heavy doors, tucked into the shadow of a pillar, pulse steady despite the fury crawling beneath my skin. There are no guards out here—there never are. All protection faces inward. They assume no woman would dare listen. After all the taming and f

The Lunar Virtue Conclave is unbearable even before the gossip begins—or the class itself.The hall hums the way it always does: too many voices layered on top of one another, laughter sharpened with envy, silk skirts whispering across polished stone floors.I sit near the back, posture perfect, expression serene, every inch the princess they expect me to be.The lesson begins, and as usual, it’s pointless.Rows of young women sit in stiff, polished silence while Matron Elswyth drones on about submission as strength and silence as beauty. She paces slowly, cane tapping against the marble floor as if punctuating every lie.“A woman must never challenge her mate publicly,” she says. “A sharp tongue invites correction.”Correction.My jaw flexes, but I keep my face perfectly smooth. I breathe. I survive it. I nod at the right moments. I smile when required. Inside, my wolf claws at the walls of my ribs—restless, irritated, seconds from shredding something just to stay awake, just to stay

Oh, how I want to wipe that smug expression off his face.Why him?Why him of all people?Of all the bastards in this world—of all the arrogant, power-drunk alphas who think women exist to kneel at their feet… I get him.Seriously, he can’t be my mate. Him? Fuck.The universe must be laughing in my face.Men are already infuriating creatures, but high-ranking ones?They’re worse. The higher they climb, the more monstrous they become.And Kei?He is the summit.I never expected to meet my fated mate. I didn’t crave the fairytale. I didn’t even fantasize the way my wolf sometimes did. If anything, I hoped—hoped—that if the goddess cursed me with a mate, he’d be someone simple.A warrior.An omega's son.Someone I could actually tame.But no.Fate gifts me the most dangerous alpha alive.He is ice and fire woven into one lethal, impossible man.And I already know—we will never work.The thought of rejecting him claws at something raw inside my chest, but it’s inevitable. I can feel it br

The moment the carriage wheels scrape against stone, I fling the door open. I don’t step out—I launch myself into the air, shove a handful of coins at the driver, and sprint toward the palace like a madwoman finally seeing daylight.My feet ache.My heart is a war drum.But I’m free.I got away from him.I slip through the side entrance—normally guarded by two warriors built like walking mountains—but tonight?Empty.No guards.Just silence, blanketing the palace like fog.“What in the moon goddess’ name…” I whisper, peeking around a pillar.This place usually crawls with hundreds of soldiers. My father believed in one thing above all: control through fear. And fear requires guards. Lines of them. A small army at every hallway.But right now?Not even a single footstep.“Well,” I mumble under my breath, “maybe the Moon Goddess is finally on my side. Took her long enough.”My real scent is seconds away from returning. I’m exhausted, shaky, and still buzzing from Kei’s touch like an idi

Lord Kaelros clears his throat, drawing the attention of the entire throne room—mine included.“According to tradition,” he announces, his voice carrying effortlessly through the vast hall, “each man will present himself in order. He will demonstrate his strength, skill, or worthiness—whatever he believes sets him apart. The princess will then decide.”A murmur ripples through the crowd.One of the men—broad shoulders, heavy jaw, ego leaking out of every pore—steps forward with a scowl. “Why,” he demands loudly, “must we impress a woman?”The room stiffens, and my father doesn’t hesitate.“She is not just a woman,” he says coldly. “She is the future queen. Impressing her is the least you can do if you wish to be king.”For a split second, I freeze.I had been ready to speak—ready to cut the man down myself, to remind him exactly who sat on that throne. My tongue is already sharpened, my spine straightening—And then my father does it for me.His words echo through the hall, firm and