Belong To The Mad King Alpha Novels & Stories

Alpha of the Nightveil Pack. The name alone silenced campfires, froze tongues, stilled laughter. Stories of "The Mad Alpha" ran rampant across the regions. Some said he killed his own Beta for betrayal. Others whispered of how he'd razed an entire rogue den alone, leaving only ash in his wake. A rare wolf, his madness wasn't mindless—it was sharp, controlled, and devastatingly strategic. Madness that understood too much of the world. Madness born of power that could not be contained. But there was no foam on his lips. No wildness in his gaze. Only... ice.

his voice was strained like he was holding back tears, “how do you think of the puns?” “I am not joking, I just found out. I also found out that it is my birthright to be Alpha. I know this is all too sudden and I am not trying to change your mind right now. But I need your help, I don’t know how else to make everyone believe me- heck I can't even believe myself. I am not here to fight or anything. I want us to join our heads together - I don't know what I am doing. So please, I need your help.”‘

The Silverfang Kingdom had only two kinds of people. Those born to rule. And those born to kneel. At the very center of the kingdom stood Blackthorn Palace, a towering fortress carved from black stone and surrounded by silver forests that glowed beneath the moonlight. The palace was home to the most feared bloodline in the werewolf realm—the royal Alpha family. Every servant trembled at the mere mention of them. Especially the king. Alpha King Kael Draven. Cold. Ruthless. Untouchable.

I beckoned and the follow everyone who is trying to escape, every one of them and it didn't matter if it was the Luna, her daughters, sons, maids, slaves—one by one, my men finished them off. I focused on Johan and ran after him, my weight pushing him to the ground as I press him down, glaring and growling at him and he shifted back, frowning and I did the same. "You shouldn't have come here, Adrian," Johan says, his voice dripping with contempt. "You know what happened the last time you crossed into my territory." "I remember all too well," I reply, my voice cold and hard. "But this time, things will be different." Johan laughs, a cruel sound that echoes through the clearing. "You are fooli

“They look good on you.” I gave a fake smile. “Thanks. I'll be on my way.” He just nodded. The moment I reached the door, there was a sudden knock causing me to jump. Someone was coming and I needed to hide. Before I could even react, the door had opened and an unfamiliar face walked in and I could instantly tell he was a Beta. “My King.” the beta bowed his head. “Alpha Reid has asked you out for breakfast.” King? Kiinng?! My eyes were popping out instantly as I stared at the stranger in utter shock and confusion . He... this man.. is the King?!!!

All the dad’s chuckle. “Oh, did you hear? Your brother and the boys will be back from Alpha training soon. Seems like they excelled while they were there. The head trainer even mentioned that Evander bested his cousin, Tyson, several times in many of the subjects,” Alpha Eli informs us. Tyson is Evander’s cousin and Alpha Eli’s nephew. Tyson is also the future Alpha King- the King of Werewolves. To hear that Evander beat Tyson in several areas is not surprising to me. Although the Alpha King heir is supposed to be the strongest of werewolves, he has always been 2nd to Evander.

“I do. We get Alphas here all the time. Mostly the same ones, but with so many within the same building for nearly a month, you can feel the power run through the place…” “Give me those six Alphas first…” “Alpha Beau, Alpha Oliver, Alpha Maverick, Alpha Arlo, Alpha Adrian and um…” He looks down at the ground and I can feel the fear come off of him. I step a little closer and place my hand on his shoulder and say, “It’s okay. Who was the final Alpha?” “King Malik... Alpha.”

I’m about to get my virginity savagely taken from me in some twisted revenge. Alpha King Killian was the son of the Alpha of his kingdom. He’s now Alpha King because he rules both the humans and werewolves in this kingdom. My father was cruel to him. I know that. I hated that my father had slaves, I hated that he was cruel to everyone including me, and I hated that he breathed air while my mother was buried in a tomb in the royal cemetery. Killian and the rest of his people hate me. They see me as the monster's daughter that did unspeakable things to them. They don’t realize I was a victim just like them. No they don’t see that and they never will.

At their front, Aria rode a black mare, the moon-dagger at her side. The world seemed to hold its breath as they passed through old war zones, burned forests, and long-forgotten borders. When they reached the Red Summit, the battlefield was already set. Rows of the Alpha King's elite stood in formation, tall, masked wolves in gleaming armor. At the center, seated on a throne of dark stone, sat King Malrick the Alpha King himself. His eyes were silver and cruel. His presence chilled the air. “You came,” he said, smiling. “I expected you to run.”

That was all I felt too. The doors to the main hall opened, and the smell hit me first—cedar, smoke, and power. Then I saw him. Lucien Moretti. Alpha King of the Northern Territories. The man who slaughtered my father. The man who burned my pack to the ground when I was five years old. He sat on a throne of black stone like he owned the night itself. Tall, broad-shouldered, with eyes like molten silver. A scar cut across his jaw, and his jaw was clenched like he was holding back violence.