Alpha King Titan Novels & Stories

"The Alpha King is Here!" Alpha Steve and his Beta, Gamma, plus hundred of his pack combatants stood at the perimeter of the pack, their faces phlegmatic, frugal, and barren, their jaws clutched and their eyes onerous, trepidation wasn't in their midst. They loitered patiently for the arrival of their sovereign, the Lycan Alpha King of Arcelia, the supreme ruler of every creature cultivated by the mood goddess. His chi and aura was the first thing that infiltrated their nose, their knees shortly diminished as they combated the notion to submit.

Kneeling like a knight, Angel felt intimidating energy coming out from the Alpha King’s presence as he put his right hand on his head. He was indeed an Alpha King that could bless or ascend any wolf to its rightful title. Angel felt the power passing through the king’s touch on his head and when it was lifted, the Alpha King speaks.

Sadly, Hope being too young couldn’t attend it either. I have seen Alpha King Silas stealing glances of me here and there and I assumed it was time that we have a little talk. “We all raise a toast and wish her well, may she live long and help this pack thrive,” My father raised a toast, and then it was time that the Alpha King puts the crown on my head. The crown for the Alphas was made of gold with red ruby in it, it was a beautiful one especially when I believe I was worth it.

A smirk was evident on his face. “N-No! It’s not t-true...," I said in shock. Despite the fact that the reality is right in front of my eyes, I refuse to accept that he could leave us in that situation. His eyes were closed, and he showed no indications of breathing. Blood is all over the place. He was treated like an animal. He was slaughtered by them. The same person who had previously attacked my father remarked, "Take her as a sacrifice...It is the only way the deity will favor us once more."

Samael looked at Adalwolf skeptically. "You know more about the Skipper princess than we do. So you know her personally. What is your connection with her? How do you know about her? " he inquired Adalwolf. The former king of the Were kingdom is not a fool. He knows not to tell the truth about his identity to these Nephilim. Adalwolf coughed blood. He hit the wall with more force than his body could sustain. He can feel that he might have broken a few bones in his body. He can heal faster, but the pain is still unbearable.

I didn't love the cells that much to be thrown back in them right away. I crinkled my nose in slight irritation but was quick to smooth over my facial expression. "No, Alpha." His body tensed as I addressed him by his title. It was formal and completely uncommon for a mate to refer to their partner by their ranking. I technically knew his name. I had heard it whispered by people in the dark of the cells plenty of times. Alpha Benji – the merciless lone wolf. A borderline psychopathic tyrant who takes over any pack in his way.

It says The Alpha King in the picture because I'm currently trying to get the book title switched to that! For anyone confused about why there are two different names. Happy New Year!!

Though, more of the latter with windows high up and also the middle of the walls. “I didn't think you would come so quickly. Knowing you are with that woman,” the Alpha King said as his son approached him. He was sitting by the center of the wall directly opposite the entrance. His throne was huge and golden—the top of it a snarling wolf, the same as the tattoo on Dakar's shoulders.

and immediately I say that, his car goes to screeching halt. Before I can say anything else, I am on top of laps and his eyes glowing bright yellow. His wolf. "Ruine? Where are you?"I whimper, he is the Alpha king and now I have angered him. "Afraid already little wolf? Good. I am Titanus and you dare threaten to give what's mine away to some sorry sod? Think again little wolf" he growls and buries his face into my neck. Soon as I try to give control to Valeria but he stops me immediately,

His voice was smooth, but too polished. “Good,” I said, circling the cedar pillar so we enclosed him in a parabola. “Trean, then answer—who is the duty commander replacing post two at dawn?” He blinked. Wrong. Every warrior knew that name like they knew their mother’s. “U-uhm—” Exposed. Alpha King moved first, like lightning that had memorized the way back to earth. His hand grabbed the warrior’s collar, twisting his body to the ground. His helmet flew off, revealing the thin hood hidden beneath it, and beneath the hairline—a black tattoo crawling like ice cracks.