Alpha king's torn desire Novels & Stories

His piercing eyes locked on mine with intensity, causing me to retreat out of instinct. This wasn't Gunnar anymore. This was the Alpha King.

Heavy. Dominant. Lethal. Aria didn’t have to turn to know. But she did anyway. And there he was. Not the man from the balcony. Not the one who had almost broken in front of her. This was something else entirely. The Alpha King. Unrestrained. His eyes burned—not just with anger—but something far darker. Something merciless. “You shouldn’t have touched what’s mine.” His voice wasn’t loud. But it carried. Like death. The assassin coughed, blood spilling from their lips—but they were still smiling.

"Then the council will simply have to rely on the witnesses and evidence we've already gathered. It won't erase what you've done, Alaric. It only means you've destroyed the last chance you had of arguing your motives were anything other than what they actually were." "My motives were sound," Alaric spat, some of his old fire returning despite his bound hands and defeated posture. "This pack deserved better than a king who abandoned three hundred years of tradition for a human stripped out of some grimy bar. I did what needed doing to protect what this kingdom actually stands for."

Even you should do it yourself. Amora could feel her heart thumping in her chest. His words had a twisted quality that unexpectedly unsettled her. He didn't want to hurt her the way Ronan did. He was challenging her limits, testing her to measure her breaking point. And that filled her with terror. "I have no desire for power," she muttered, speaking softly. "Deceiver," responded the Alpha King smoothly. Everyone desires power, whether they acknowledge it or not. "You," he said, moving closer with each step. "You possess the ability to wield greater power than you are aware of." That is the reason you are still breathing.

“My king,” I breathed when he kissed my ear. It was clear what he wanted from me and I was scared that I was going to give in so easily. He had so much power over me that just his lips close to my ears was making me feel things I never felt before. I was twenty-six but I have never had a sexual encounter with anyone. Not because I was keeping myself for anyone but because I have never found someone that I want to touch me in such an intimate way. The only person I ever thought of was the king and right now, he was licking my ears and whispering things I couldn’t make out. it was just crazy and felt like I was dreaming. He turned me around to face him and I saw the desire in his eyes. The kin

I could hear the frustration in her voice and yet instead of comforting her, I continued to taunt her, “Well,” I said as I tried to calm my nerves. “Asking me to listen when I don’t want to, is demanding in case you didn’t know.” There was a sharpness in my words even though I never meant to speak them. It was like knowing she was Angeline made me step into the shoes of the Alpha I let Claire make me become. “You haven’t changed,” Angelica, no Angeline said with conviction. She lets me remember the kind of Mate I was. The kind of Alpha I was. A failure…

I screamed, the words breaking as climax tore through—spasms wracking my bound form, seed spilling across my stomach in weak jets, walls clenching around his half-buried shaft. He denied himself, pulling out with a wet pop, my hole gaping pink and slick, on the verge of another peak from the emptiness alone. “Beg for more, cunt.” “Please… Alpha King… I need it all,” I screamed, my body quaking, heat demanding completion. He smirked. This wasn't a promise but the beginning of my ruin.

“Tell me who your real daughter is, if not me—the one who’s been by your side all this time! Because as far as I’m concerned, the first one got lost in the woods and died—probably eaten by a wild animal! I’m the only one alive, the only one breathing, the one who should be Queen. Would you really be foolish enough to lose me too?” The Alpha King exhales a long, tired breath. His shoulders slump. Slowly, he raises a hand, as if preparing to speak. And then… he looks at me. Right into me. His eyes lock with mine, and it feels like the entire world fades away. There’s something raw in his gaze—conflict, regret, longing… fear. I see it all. He wants to say it. I can feel it in my soul. But he do

in front of a row of lockers and made the scariest Alpha alive lose control. You can’t say it, can you? You want it. I see you. Don’t pretend. Don’t lie. You want to be the one he calls kitten. You want to be the reason he snaps necks and shatters skulls and spits threats so hot the floor trembles. You want to be the one who walks beside him, ruined and radiant and branded with his scent so deep even the Goddess herself can’t wash it off. But you’re not. Bitch, you’re single. Hahaha

I wanted them to claim me, to protect me, to take me and never let go. I leaped over a fallen tree, landing near Kael, and my presence flared in the bond. Kael’s eyes softened for a fraction of a second, pain and love and fury all in that one look. Lucian and Damon’s eyes followed, locking onto me, burning gold in the moonlight. The Alpha King froze, and for the first time, his expression faltered. He hissed, teeth bared. “You’re mine.” I shook my head, voice trembling but firm. “No. I’m theirs.”