Burn In The Alpha Princess's Wrath Novels & Stories

“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.

He lets out a chuckle, "We aren't falling back, sure. There is something I can do as a payback." His quick muscles sprint towards the Princess as it horrifies Kedrick, Alphonso, and Genesis because they cannot make it to her side as they are away from Corine. Thus, the werewolf is way faster than them. The Princess stays freezing in her feet as tears start to escape in her orbs, shakingly breathing. "Say goodbye to this Lady in a blue dress!" The Alpha states happily while his sharp claws are preparing to rip the Princess into pieces. Corine closes her eyes as she whimpers in fear.

Our mouths met, our tongues entangled, and his hands ran down my back to cup my buttocks. “I was afraid I was going to lose you,” he murmured between kisses. “But you did well in battle, my Alpha Princess. Your warrior ancestors’ blood surely runs in your veins.” “I only did what you taught me,” I assured him. “You make me better with every lesson you’ve ever taught me.” Our lips met again in fiery, passionate kisses as we pressed our naked bodies tightly against each other. “We shouldn’t do this in someone else’s home,” he said. “But I want you too much to wait.”

Fire in my legs burns, and somehow, I push harder and can run faster than I ever have in my life. It feels unreal—like I’m trapped in one of those horror movies, you watch in a cinema with friends, giggling uneasily and making bets that one of you will scream. But this is not a movie; it is real. The cursed alpha—the beast—is after me. And if he catches me, I won’t make it out alive. I tell myself, this must be some kind of dream. It has to be, right? There is just no way in hell this could be happening, no way my mate I just met for the first time in my entire life turns into some grotesque beast trying to kill me.

I fought through it, refusing to go down. Alisia was struggling, too, but she fought with a determination that filled me with pride. We wounded another Zeta together, his whimpers echoing through the forest as he retreated, but we knew he would be back. But the betas were still strong. One of them tackled Alisia, and I saw her hit the ground hard. Rage filled me, giving me strength. I charged at him, knocking him off her before he could do more damage. My jaws found his throat, and I bit down with all my might. His struggles weakened until he lay still beneath me.

A growl escapes my lips. “Embarrassing? Is that so? How is it embarrassing when the new King is taking on all the voices in his head? Tell me something when you became Alpha did you feel overwhelmed? I am sure you did, now multiply that by one hundred. That is how much OUR King took on all at once. As far as a woman catching him, well that is my duty. I Gianna Antonia Federico, the future Alpha of Golden Paw Pack dedicate my life to my pack as well as my King. Would you say the same Alpha?” “Well said Alpha Gianna. I wouldn’t expect anything less from you, a true Alpha. I was wondering if you would accompany me for the first dance as you are my savor.” King Rasheed smirks at me.

Well, there were actually two of them since this Alpha was the one who took down the rogue. “Ahm, Adrian,” I called out, making him look back at me. “Thank you again.” “You’re welcome—” he said. “Aliyah,” I said, making him smile at me before replying. “You’re welcome, Aliyah.” Then he turned and followed his Alpha, whom I was now watching. “Thank you, A-Alpha—” Since I was a princess, it was difficult for me to bow to him, but I had to do it if I didn’t want him to find out who I was.

6 degrees Fahrenheit—the perfect temperature for a werewolf to relax. At 8:00 p.m., I placed his favorite boots by the door and hung his outdoor cape beside them, brushing my fingers briefly over the worn fabric. At 9:00 p.m., I changed into the black lace outfit he had picked for me. The doors blew open, carrying with them a rush of icy wind and the sharp, metallic scent of blood. Callum, my Alpha, stepped in. His coat was stained with blood, his entire being humming with violence barely leashed beneath his skin.

“What?” “Yes. My pack’s name was Mystic Warriors. And when I say my pack, I mean my pack,” I said. “I lied when I said I was a warrior for the Alpha. The truth is, I am an Alpha. I am the daughter of Alpha Kaster of Mystic Warriors. And the alpha who died in my arms…he was my brother, Alpha Ivan. Yes my pack was attacked and destroyed, that wasn’t a lie. And yes it was attacked by an Alpha named Killian but there’s more.”

Holding Mercedes bridal-style, Devin slowly raised his eyes to me, with a flash of guilt in them. “What else could you do?” I digressed, frustratedly. All of a sudden, a roar filled the air. A violent pulse tore through my chest. It was the bond announcing my Alpha. So I wasn’t afraid when the flames burst around us in a wide, blazing arc. The Elite wolves yelped and leaped back, scrambling away from the sudden wall of fire. Though the inferno wasn’t meant for them, it was for the plooky rogue. It didn’t matter where the rogues tried to escape. Valen’s hellish fire chased them, swirling in a violent sweep.