Chosen By The Cursed Alpha King Novels & Stories

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

“Every Alpha King has paid for his mistake?” She looked deeply into the fire before answering calmly. “No.” The answer surprised me greatly. My head lifted suddenly. “No?” She slowly shook her head. “Every Alpha King inherited the debt from the past.” She paused thoughtfully. “But not every king awakened it during his reign.” A heavy knot formed inside my stomach. “I don’t understand at all.” Again she let silence stretch between us until it almost became unbearable. “The curse sleeps quietly.” I frowned in confusion. “It lives quietly inside the blood of every king born from Blackstone.”

"You attacked another Alpha, accused him of taking your bride without evidence, and made a spectacle that has every pack wondering if you're losing your grip on sanity." "He deserved it," I respond, my voice cold. "That's not the point." She steps even closer, her eyes boring into mine. "You took her to one of the most important events of the year, paraded her in front of every powerful Alpha in our territory. And then, the moment something went wrong, you nearly started a war with Quirin." I clench my jaw, saying nothing because she's not finished. "Can't you see what's happening?" she continues, her voice taking on an urgent tone. "She makes your curse worsen. Every time you're around her,

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 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."

Other wolves looked twice and then looked away first. The Blackstone pack had been calling him the dark wolf since he shifted at sixteen and the name had traveled far beyond Blackstone since then. Other packs knew what that meant. An Alpha King with a black wolf and red eyes who had never lost a fight and rarely needed to start one because most things that saw him coming made a quick decision about whether they wanted to be there. He ran.

"Tradition says the Alpha King chooses his mate by the pull of his soul, not the size of a dowry. You talk about pure bloodlines and grace, yet you ignore the only thing that matters." I turned my gaze away from Timothy and looked out at the entire hall. I wanted every single one of them to see the fire in my eyes. "I didn't wake up because of a trade agreement," I roared, my voice booming, vibrating the very glass in the windows. "I didn't break through the chains of a seven-year curse because of a pure bloodline. I woke up because a voice called to me. A voice that stayed when the rest of you were already picking out my burial shroud."

“The girl is cursed. Every single one of her mates has rejected her, and she’s always mated to alphas alone. A stupid, pathetic omega like her, lowest in the ranking but only mated to the highest. And yet you took her, my lord. We warned you, and then you took her. And immediately after, attacks have rolled in.” “For years, the treaty has been maintained. The vampires and lycans have not broken their word, and they’ve still not, according to what you said. But the great alpha king mates a cursed one and immediately—bam!” he added, making the sound effect. “So pardon me if I believe you’re the cause of this, and that pathetic girl is the beginning and end of our problems. Your foolishness has