Novel & Cerita Alpha Kings Mate

“Eva?” “Yeah,” I snap. “You know—the executioner?” Silence. Long, painful silence. His eyes narrow. “What did you say?” I blink. “You deaf now too? Eva. Executioner. Black eyes, sword taller than she is. Kingsmate. That one.” The mage doesn’t move. Doesn’t breathe. “You mean to tell me,” he growls, voice barely human, “that the Alpha King’s mate is an executioner?” “Uh… yeah?” I say, shrugging. “Thought you knew. Honestly, I assumed that’s why you wanted her dead so badly.”

Suddenly, the room wasn’t just luxurious; it felt suffocating. “Everyone. Leave!” The Alpha King's voice was low but commanded total obedience. In seconds, we were alone. He didn’t speak right away. Just walked toward me. I tried to back away, but where could I go? “I’m not going to hurt you,” he said. “I don’t trust you,” I replied flatly. “Why?” “Would I even be alive if it weren’t for the mate bond?” I challenged. “No,” he answered, with brutal honesty.

I informed him with a cold voice. He shuddered at the tone of my voice, but he tried to be stubborn. “No, I want—” “Then leave my presence before you regret coming here to waste time.” I replied coldly. His eyes widened slightly, and he shook his head frantically. “No, I didn't….” Then he released a sigh of defeat. “Fine.” He gritted through clenched teeth. “The Alpha King, Alpha Knox Blackwood, has found his mate,” he declared.

Lisa picked up a golden piece of paper from the dressing table and then started to read it. “To the Devon family, the royal families are pleased to unite with you through our son, the Alpha king, and your daughter, Laura. The Alpha king would join you soon to take away his mate, please prepare for his arrival, signed elder Timothy.” She read out loud and smiled again. It was then I realized the Alpha king had sent a letter to them. To be honest, a pang of jealousy swept through me as I continued to comb through her hair, I could not believe Laura was going to have her mate, while my life remained a shithole.

I held my breath as the tension thickened in the air, my wolf pacing restlessly inside of me, but still was weak to reveal itself. I wanted to beg again, to scream for them to leave, but I couldn’t find the words In my mouth this time. I was trapped between the life I had known and the life I was now bound to, with Dante pulling the strings. “Let’s go,” Alpha Damian finally ground out, his voice thick with barely restrained rage. He turned, shooting me a final look that promised this wasn’t over. The look sent warning to me but I just couldn't react as my step mother followed, her cold stare boring into me like a threat unto me.

I said while kissing her neck as she moved back from me, looking into my eyes. “What king?” She asked me, “Oh!” I gasped, pulling away from her. My lips turned up into a smile as I looked into her eyes. “Now you are interested?” I asked, smirking as he wrapped her arms around my neck. “Of course, I want to know. Which king are you talking about?” She asked me as I inhaled sharply, bringing my hand to her cheek, my thumb rubbing on her lips. “My beautiful Luna. Turns out the King of Alphas is her real mate.”

He said flatly and shut the door. It was quiet in the room. "Zander," she repeated in a dazed whisper. His name rolled off of her tongue perfectly. Zander, The Alpha king. My Mate.

She's completely oblivious to the plan I have for her. I positioned myself on the far side of the table, contemplating my next moves and ensuring that everything goes as planned. To begin with, I need to contemplate the most effective way to kill the King and claim his throne. Though I want to challenge him, victory's impossible; Alpha Kings, with their royal blood, are inherently powerful. People always said that taking down a royal wolf wouldn't be a simple task. Despite losing their mates, a large number of Alphas did not grow weaker, indicating the necessity to complete my research.

“I love you too, Dylan—my mate, my alpha." -END-

Theresia began to get saturated, choosing to play on her cell phone. Elsewhere, a man was walking down the street. Letting rainwater wet his whole body. His handsome face with tanned skin, and curly hair. His gaze was as sharp as a razor but his face looked very sweet and cute. He is Ace Edgar, an Alpha Werewolf from the Alaska area pack. Ace's strength could no longer be doubted, and his handsome face made him almost perfect. But unfortunately until now, at the age of 27 years old. Ace hasn't found his mate either. "Don't I have a mate? Why haven't I met my mate until now," muttered Ace with his flagship flat face.