Novel & Cerita Alpha Male Kings Be Eating Spiders

Warren “Alpha, Alpha Klaus canceled the sudden meeting with us. There’s an emergency in his pack.” My face became sour when I heard Michael. I was waiting for Alpha Klaus in his pack because we had the meeting for the upcoming Alpha Balls. Aside from that, I was trying to investigate what happened to the mother of his Beta. “How dare he cancel our meeting without talking to me? I’m the Alpha King!” I growled, making Michael step back and almost flinched. Damn him! I was the only one who had the right to cancel our plans! I couldn’t believe he disrespected me!

Adeladin sputtered with indignation, "That's not it, I am not gay! I have a wife and—" "Good," Anaconda turned to him, "Now, for the reason why we are here, we are going to help each other out. We have the same enemies, so we are gonna help each other get rid of this enemy. I want the Alpha King out of the picture." "Wait, what's an Alpha King?" Beloca asked. Anaconda waved him off, "It's not important. You and your lab rats know him as Number 6, so he can keep being that to you."

******** Three days later. "I can't believe you're leaving." Amanda pouts. "What time will they be here?" Katie joins in. I shrug, "Anytime now." I breathed out, Falling back on my bed. Today the Alpha King's men are coming to fetch me. My birthday was yesterday, turning the big seventeen. The Alpha King was nice enough to let me spend my birthday with my family; since my leaving was today, they were nice to me. "I heard the Alpha King is hot!" Amanda informs us. "How can you say that? Look what he does to all the girls, to our friend," Katie exclaims. I rolled my eyes. Here we go again, another argument. "I never said what he does was good. I was saying I heard he's hot." Amanda shrugs. "

"Our Alpha will already be there. I don't even know why elders have to attend these things." "You know exactly why," Mother said. Father rubbed a hand over his face. "And somehow I'm expected to stand up and give a speech while the Alpha King watches." I rolled my eyes. "You act like he's going to eat you." Father gave me a look. "Nobody knows what he's capable of." Here we go again. Stories about the Alpha King had circulated for years. Some claimed he could control wolves with a glance. Others said even powerful witches feared him. The most ridiculous rumor was that nobody had ever seen him shift.

I finally spoke, and my voice cracked, exposing the despair I felt. “Oh five,” Twelve sounded like she was going to crumble. “It’s not that bad?” Fifty nine offered softly. “You got a random Alpha, you can take him. It’ll only be worse if it was the King.” A sob caught in my throat. It was in fact the King. The worst of them all, the one sitting at the top of the food chain. And I wasn’t just picked, I was mated to him. My eyes brimmed with tears again, and in that moment, I was grateful for the darkness.

For a long time, he typed, deleted, and retyped, but never hit send. By the time the entire pack of cigars was gone and the smoke thinned into the night, he closed his eyes and finally sent a single message: [Three days from now, there's the Alpha gathering. I'll be bringing Lilith as my companion. I've arranged a servant's pass for you. Behave yourself, and don't cause trouble.] … At the grand Alpha banquet, Alexander arrived with Lilith on his arm, every inch the devoted protector. Only when the Alpha King appeared did he finally tear his gaze away from her and raise his glass in salute.

Blinking furniture is a big ol’ nope. But now? It lit up like a damn cinema screen, and honey—I forgot how to breathe. Because staring back at me wasn’t my reflection. It was him. KING. ALPHA. EDRIC. FREAKING. MOON. Ruler of all werewolves. Feared warlord. Unmated Alpha King of Scotland. And currently—gloriously shirtless. I blinked. Then blinked again. “…Okay.” What I was expecting: scary council meetings. Blood and thunder. Maybe a growl.

The strongest and most lethal Alpha King. Her vision blurred. She could barely breathe. The cage gates creaked shut. The beasts were drawn back. Ragnar had made his point. He didn’t need a massacre. He had something better... A symbol. A broken alpha-killer on her knees in front of him. He turned to her again and smirked. “Your people live,” he whispered. “For now. But remember, little omega...” He gripped her chin harshly, forcing her to look at him.

Why did he track me down? His gaze met mine, and for a moment, I thought he wasn’t going to answer. Then, he spoke, his voice low and calm. “My name is August. I’m a werewolf, Azalea. I’m the Alpha King of Rawblood Pack.” I blinked. My mind struggled to process the words. Alpha King? My father had told me everything he knew about werewolves, but none of them had mentioned anything about an Alpha King. “And what does that have to do with me?” I asked, feeling the heavy weight in my chest grow stronger. There was something about being in his presence that made me feel… drawn to him. I hated that I felt it, but I couldn’t deny it.

I wanted to stay asleep. The darkness felt easier than whatever confusing situation my life had turned into. My body still felt heavy, like every muscle had been drugged into submission and forgotten there afterward. “I want to say no to that but I can’t,” another voice replied tiredly. “This sleeping pill is overdoing its job.” Definitely Nelson this time. The realization settled slowly in my mind and somehow made me relax instead of panic. Which was insane. Because these were Alpha Kings. Kings of the people that kill people like me. Men powerful enough to destroy entire packs if they wanted. And yet my brain was over here deciding their voices sounded comforting.