Novel & Cerita Alpha King Free Trial

The invitations for the trial will be sent to the five Alphas the following day, it will give them enough time to prepare for the trial and to read through the new rules for a trial in front of the King. “Is something funny, Little One?” Daxton asks and I look at him with a stern look. “Who are you calling little, Old Man?” I ask teasingly and I hear Luna Pearl snort as she tries to stop herself from laughing out loud. Daxton is staring at me, as if he can’t believe that I just called him an old man and I can hear Darius chuckle behind me. “You do realize that if she calls Daxton an Old Man, that it also implies to you?” Alpha Preston says and this time Luna Pearl doesn’t hide her laughter.

“Alpha Alejandro has vowed to raid our pack and slaughter everyone because of the amount of money I owe him. But he has offered a twisted treaty: provide him with a 'special' maid and he will spare our lives. I'm sure you realize how much this pack has to be protected, or else we would all be dead. Including you,” “Father!” I yelled, not believing what I had just heard. I was astonished, horrified, and silent. My gaze met those of Nanny Olivia. She felt awful for me but she turned her face away knowing she couldn’t be of assistance to me. Alpha Alejandro? The king of the most powerful pack in the whole of Tryone City? He was known for his brutality and disdain for worthless people, especiall

Alpha Ares let go of me and returned to his chair, still facing me in my direction. “You will be my wife, you will give me a son, and that's worth your freedom. I will let you go once you fulfill our contract. You're free to do everything you want and I'll never stop you from doing that. But first, you have to do the job.” I gulped. I just can't imagine having kids with this Alpha King. He's a total wreck. I've heard a lot about him. He's a womanizer and I'm not ready to give myself to him. I just can't because I promise myself that I would only give this to the right man I deserve.

He stretched out his long arms and tightly wrapped her in the blanket with him, leaving no gap whatsoever. At that moment, Lucas, who had been preparing to climb through the window to rescue his Alpha King, slipped and crashed into the bushes below with a thud. It was over. The Alpha King, who could kill without batting an eye, had sold himself off so cheaply to a human who used him as a sleep-aiding body pillow!

I drift toward the edge of the reception area near the lake, champagne in hand, trying to breathe through the discomfort of too many memories, too many questions in familiar eyes. Wolves in designer suits and couture gowns cluster in groups, their laughter bright and effortless. I catch fragments of conversation—mergers, territory expansions, and whispers about the new Alpha King being in attendance. His coronation photos circulated through every pack territory just months ago—ruthless, cold, powerful. The kind of Alpha who commands respect through presence alone. The crowd shifts, and that's when I feel it—a pull, sharp and undeniable. I look up. Across the reception area, through the clust

The ruthless Alpha King? ...

"The previous Alpha King, 'Silvermane' Kaelan, failed on the sixth day and can never be resurrected." "Only two alphas in this batch—Safiya and Tyne. Together they wouldn't even stand a chance against Kaelan's claw. Looks like no one will pass the trials this time either."

Very few Alphas ever faced it. Fewer still survived it without paying a terrible price. Nikolai slowly smiled. It was not the smile of a man who had lost. It was the smile of someone who believed fortune had finally chosen his side. The head elder waited patiently until the whispers faded before speaking again. “The Alpha’s Trial shall take place…” He paused deliberately. “…seven days from today.” Those words echoed through the chamber. Seven days, seven days. My hands instinctively tightened together. Tristan had only recently opened his eyes.

"Nadia, darling, look around you. When I first moved back from overseas, Alpha gave me this same privilege. He got me a nice accomodation and a wardrobe before I’d even signed my tax forms. One hundred million is chicken change to a man who handles trillions." "But why me?" "Because he finds you worthy," Valentine said, his voice turning uncharacteristically sincere. "And with regards to stealing, who would dare try to steal from the Alpha King? The benefits of working here are so bogus, so life-changing, that nobody would risk a billion-dollar career for a few million. That is a career suicide. He extends these privileges to the people he finds worthy. And might I add, if you keep working h