Alpha Male Kings Be Eating Spiders Novels & Stories

Yet, still I hoped the con was working. This was truly the only play I had open to myself. The Alpha King watched me for a moment, then slowly stepped down from his throne. As he came closer, I felt a familiar tug, like I could trust him. How could that be, though, when the man very nearly had my mate killed? As he came nearer, under his breath, he cursed, “What manner of trickery is this? Is she truly a witch? Have I… too… fallen under her spell?”

Nasir growled, clearly annoyed by his words. “And risk being exposed out here with rogues on the loose? I do not think so,” I stepped in, and he growled. “We are the Alpha Kings. Have you forgotten? No one can beat us,” he said, turning fully to us as Xerxes and I pulled up our pants. “Maybe so, but remember we have a defenseless woman on our hands. Do you really want to risk putting her in danger just to satisfy a few sexual cravings?” I asked him, and he grew silent, his jaw clenching.

“What is it?” His eyes glint with sincerity. “They’re very charming. Don’t let them sweep you off your feet.” Bewildered, I ask, “The rogues? Charming?” “No. The Alphas.” I’m still hopelessly lost. “Save your concern for the rogues.” Seeing my seriousness, Lucas just nods and rushes to catch up to the kings. We shift into wolf form, with one of the guards, the fastest runner, still in human form carrying our clothes.

Another she wolf said and the people around all laughed hysterically, As all eyes fixed on her; she felt the stabs of their stares like thousand daggers. ✿⁠ "Your highness, you could have allowed me take care of the soldiers, That would be a lot of weight on her!!" Alpha Damian's personal attendant Rafe pestered him, As Damian glared at him, his eyes burns with rage and Rafe would not dare let out another word as he bowed, "Rafe! My father has abdicated the throne and I'd be coronated as the Alpha King in the next full moon and you think I'd risk the misfortune that wench comes with?" Alpha Damian asked, His voice deep as the ocean wave.

Way worse. I’d seen how his men treated us already. If this is how the soldiers acted, kicking girls around and calling us bitches and sluts, then their king had to be ten times meaner. Rumors said he was immortal and nothing under the sun could kill him. What chance did I have against that? At least with a regular alpha there was a tiny sliver, maybe one percent, that I could fight back, maybe even kill him in his sleep if I got lucky. But the king? No. I’d rather take my chances with one of his hunters than end up alone in a room with that monster.

I fell face-first onto my large, newly changed sheets bed, letting out a loud, pathetic groan into the mattress. At least I got the easiest ones right. I knew there were only two major kingdoms in existence, both ruthlessly ruled by Alphas. I knew the full name of the King, considering the tyrant was my own father. I knew the animal representation of an Alpha was a lion, because naturally, they considered themselves the kings and leaders of everything.

I asked her about Sebastian and she told me: "Alpha King is a very good king, majestic yet peaceful, powerful yet sympathetic to the weak. I know there are stories about him in the werewolf world, saying that he will turn into a monster on a full moon night," she said, while observing my expression, seeing that my curiosity was aroused, she paused and waited for me to urge her repeatedly before continuing, "That statement is only half correct. Starting about two years ago, every full moon night, Alpha King will become very strange. This does not mean that he will turn into a legendary monster, but he will become unlike him. He will lose his mind, become extremely irritable, and cause mischie

He might go on a killing spree. “ Jealous? As if, I am mated also in case you forgot” The Alpha king boasted but there was an edge in his tone as if he wasn't sure of what he was saying. It was the first time Darryl ever saw the Alpha king's perfect wall crack for a while in front of him. Kingston always had a straight expression on his face so it was hard to figure out what exactly he was thinking but he looked like something was bothering him.

He asked and I nodded my head. “Don’t worry, I am fine,” I responded. He nodded, and soon a man climbed up to the platform and gave a short speech. It was the king of the werewolves and soon he invited us to the other room where a feast was prepared. The Alpha feast was a program meant to unite all the Werewolves leaders in the world. Several alphas formed alliances with each other and some found their enemies in this zone. So Leo held my hands as we walked to the other side of the room.

The only bite that was lethal to me was that of an alpha King or Queen. Yes, they did exist but they too were rare as I was and mostly unheard of. An alpha king or queen was the very last stage of a Werewolf rank. They were what we called an alpha of all alphas. All Werewolf packs and ranks were below them because they were the ultimate Werewolf. Stronger, faster, and Sharper. Their built was bigger than an alpha and their aura and pheromones had a strong effect on many supernatural beings. Besides other hidden abilities, they were capable of paralyzing their prey with one bite. Multiple serious bites instantly resulted in death.