Novel & Cerita Chosen By The Cursed Alpha King

I, along the line had forgotten the words of advice that was given to me. The cursed Alpha can read minds. He hears my thoughts. What was I to do now? I needed to survive. I had to. If it wasn't the cursed man who I so badly wanted to fuck then it had to be his evil aunt, who I so badly wanted to drive a stake into her black heart. I knew the choice I had to take. There was no other way. I needed to fuck the Alpha and I needed to do it soon. Three moons weren't that far away. I couldn't waste anymore time. Tonight, I shall bed the cursed king!

She wouldn’t survive it, but perhaps I would care in my next world. In this world, I refused to be shackled to a weakling. I inhaled sharply, jaw tightening, and without a shred of hesitation, I let the words fall from my lips. "I, Kael Raventhorn, Alpha of the Ironclaw Pack and the King of all werewolves, reject you as my mate.”

He is the only White wolf, a blessing of Moon goddess and was named the Great Alpha Alistair Vane but a full moon night changed his fate and stripped him away from the title. Now he is just Alistair Vane, the king of Lycanor Kingdom, an abomination of his pack. Even so, compared to the other wolves, every emotion heightens within him on full moon, including the need but no matter how much sex he had with Maeve, he cannot be satiated because she is not his mate. He gave a look at the sleeping woman beside him and sat up, feeling the restlessness grow inside him and got down the bed, walking towards the window.

The King growls, and I tremble. "Stop, I want the other girl too,” his voice booms, and I look up to see him staring at me. I s*****w under his intense gaze and start shrinking away from him when love see his Beta move, making me look over at him. He walks to the stage. “Hand the girl over. You heard the King,” he says. Alpha Dean growls but grabs her, shoving her down the stairs. The blonde man catches her before she faceplants the ground, and he growls at my Alpha for pushing her.

I saw those grey eyes warming when I said his name. Lucian. I sat up and pressed my fists against my eyes. “This is ridiculous,” I muttered to the empty room. Worse than that—it was wrong. He was the Alpha King. I was just a girl from a pack that never wanted me. A girl with no wolf. A nobody.

Usually, Alpha would chop the head off of anyone who would show him way less disrespect than this. “Everyone, we will settle in Waltherra encampment for the next few days and rest before we go ahead towards Sanguineabyss“, Alpha repeated with a dreadfully calm voice. I am the only one who knows how much self-control he needed to tame his Lycan from taking over and shredding Kandreah to pieces. It is good that Alpha became better at controlling Erzelus, his Lycan. Maybe because he is close to breaking the curse now, I don’t know. We will have more answers, hopefully, once we get hold of his illegitimate daughter. I know that he is doing all of this for the benefit of all the packs which are u

She wore a golden silk gown that adorned her body and showcased her womanly figure. We were at Growlers pack and I could see other Alphas or representatives present for the meeting. The pack was a descendant of the British royal family, so everything they did could depict royalty. They recognized their alpha as king and Luna as their queen, they even went as far as having a castle where they all resides in and according to my mother earlier, turned everything into a ball.

They spoke of his strength, how he cut through a pack of rogues single-handedly, how even death seemed to follow wherever he went. Elysia listened but said nothing. She didn’t know what he looked like. Only the name. Alaric Varyn. The cursed Alpha. The man whose soldiers had burned her home to ash. The man whose family’s war had ended hers. They said he was cursed, that his touch brought death. That no woman lived to tell of him. But Elysia didn’t care about curses. Curses were her mother’s craft, not hers. What she cared about was vengeance.

The one they thought didn’t matter. And because of that mistake, I placed a curse on his son… Alpha Lucien. A curse that would someday end him without a successor. When that day came, my people… the ones who lived in the shadows and called me their king… we would rise. We would take their pack. Their land. Their home. Everything they had and make it ours. It was their land, yes, but we went to them seeking solace, only to be cast aside by a tiny mistake.

"The bond didn't snap. It went silent. There’s a difference." "The bond went silent because she fell a thousand feet while in active labor, Caleb!" Silas shouted, his frustration finally boiling over. "No human—no Priestess—survives that! You’re breaking yourself for a ghost!" "I am the Alpha King because she broke that bind!" Caleb roared, his aura flaring with a violent, jagged energy that cracked the stone beneath his feet. "I am alive because she chose to fall! I will find her, Silas. If I have to salt the earth and drain the river dry, I will find her."