Burn In The Alpha Princess's Wrath Novels & Stories

he jeered, "your opinions mean nothing." I took a step closer, fists clenched. "You're exploiting and humiliating us for your twisted pleasure," I accused, my voice rising. Leo's grin twisted. "And what are you going to do about it?" he taunted. "You'll regret underestimating me," I warned Leo, my eyes blazing with determination. "You don't even know who I am." Leo raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "And who are you?" he asked, his tone dripping with disdain. I stood taller, my voice firm. "I am the Alpha Princess," I declared, revealing my true identity for the second time. "I'm not just a vulnerable Omega, but a powerful Alpha, deserving of respect."

“Then it has begun.” “What do we do?” She looked upward toward the moonlight struggling to reach this cursed place. We pray the flame does not remember who first lit it. We pray the Alpha heir’s wolf does not try to reclaim what the boy has already shattered. “And if it does?” Her smile deepened. Then the flame will not burn for love. It will burn with vengeance. And the gods will be the first to scream. Her voice lowered to a whisper: Then the packs will bleed. The Moon will weep.

With a roar that surprised even myself, I unleashed it. A torrent of flames erupted from my outstretched palms, engulfing the Alpha King in an inferno. He screamed, the sound raw and animalistic. He clawed at the flames, but they clung to him, relentless. The fight was a blur. Fire danced at my fingertips, fueled by rage and a desperate need to survive. The Alpha King, a monstrous silhouette in the flames, lashed out with inhuman strength. I dodged, rolled, my own body screaming in protest. But I wouldn't falter. Not now.

The soup was terrible. That was the first thing Kaevrix Noctharis Virellion — Crown Alpha of the Virellion Dominion, heir to four centuries of wolf-blooded power, feared across every territory the dominion touched — thought when the girl shoved the bowl in front of him and told him to drink it before it went cold. Not who is this child. Not how dare she. Not even the appropriate sovereign fury of someone unaccustomed to being spoken to like an inconvenience.

Fucking Westons and their secrets. They think they can keep this from me? They think they can ‘protect’ me? Like I’m some weakling in need of anyone’s protection? Hell no. I’m not some princess in a tower. I’m the fucking queen on the throne. I can't think straight anymore. I feel the sting of betrayal in my throat as tears burn behind my eyes. But I don't cry. I don’t beg. I burn. The Alpha power inside me ignites—no, erupts—like a fire finally given air. It blazes beneath my skin, scorching through my veins with unrelenting fury.

I wouldn’t even be able to stand watching my worst enemies get burnt. I closed my eyes and looked away, hearing her screams, inhaling smoke and burning flesh as Diana got burnt alive. Evan’s screams didn’t go unheard. The Alpha King watched in delight and walked over to me, half-naked, harassed, and weak—even being unable to shift to my wolf and use the full extent of my powers—grabbing me by the neck and pulling me up to his height, my toes taken off the ground. “I know you want to get burnt too, princess.” I tried to swallow but it got stuck and my breathing failed. “But I have much worse plans and whether you tell me or not, I’ll find the dead man who dared touch what’s mine.”

"Haven't you watched any horror movies? People die because they're too trusting. Idiot" "You're an idiot too" "Perhaps I should have expounded on who we are" the woman, Titania said "We are the Delta Pride pack. Your pack" "My pack?" "Yes. You are our Alpha" "Since when?" *****************************************

Alpha King Alaric flung the parchment down. It landed with a soft *thud* at the feet of Beta Prime Marcus. The letter unfurled, the final sentence glaring up at them like an open wound: *This child is a curse upon the Pack; she must not be allowed to live.* The handwriting was unmistakable. It belonged to Marcus. Alaric’s voice was a low, dangerous rumble, vibrating with the power of his Alpha command. "Beta Prime Marcus. It seems you harbor a grudge against me."

*Alpha Zero* It wasn't easy to hold my temper, knowing what the bratty Princess have committed. Although she doesn't know my rules against teenage drinking, but she at least should not have done something so outrageous as to hypnotize my Beta to follow her whims. I considered that action selfish and thoughtless which made me want to punish her so bad and made her realize her own mistakes!

An unsettling feeling settled in the base of her stomach, heat rushed through her veins and the mark on her neck seemed to burn with an intensity she didn't understand. “FIGHT!” The Announcer declared and the battle began. It was too easy. Ikrus had taken his opponent down in one hit. The Princess rushed up to her feet and screamed with joy. Her friend couldn't call her “loud”, instead they joined her. Oana looked back at her, pulled her up and her feet and embraced her. “The Winner for this round is—” “There will be no winner in this round.” A voice boomed and they all bowed. It was the Alpha, with his long golden robe with claws and fingers stained with blood.