Claimed By The Cursed Alpha King Novels & Stories

I watched her giggling with her right hand on Alpha Draco’s chest. “I guess so. Is there something you want?” Alpha Draco demanded kissing her slightly on the lips. Right now, in my heart, I just concluded that fate isn’t the only thing doing this to me but the moon goddess. Giving this motherfucker an heir isn't the issue but how the hell would he be my mate and still won’t recognize me even when I’m standing right in front of him. Or is he really cursed like the rumor I heard? I was lost in thoughts when Sarah’s words almost made my eyes bulge out of its sockets.

He is Daxton Astrid, the strongest werewolf in the entire race—the Alpha King. Maive didn’t look fine when she excused herself earlier, and she looked pale. We should have gone with her, but she refused, and now here we are, worried about her whereabouts. I cannot trust this place full of different creatures we do not know. I also cannot enjoy tonight with this uneasy feeling telling me something is wrong.

Even the faint hope of my father’s protection. And yet… beneath the despair, the sparks still burned. The pull I couldn’t deny. The terrifying truth that bound me to the man who had just claimed me like a possession. The Alpha King. Killian. Mine. Or maybe—I was his.

He murmured, his brows knitting together in concern. I quickly shook my head, not wanting him to dig too deep. “His Majesty and I had a heated argument at the office today and…” I paused, swallowing the memory. “I cursed him.” Royce pulled back slightly, stunned. He looked me over with disbelief. “The Alpha King is blessed by the Moon Goddess. No curse can touch him unless it’s one tied to his destiny from birth. Why would you curse His Majesty? What were you two even arguing about?” I sighed and looked away.

Kael remained silent, his quietness an answer in itself. "The curse," Orion announced, turning slightly, so his voice reached everyone in the room, "was never mine. It was never my burden to carry." A pause hung in the air. "It belongs to the Alpha King. To Zeviar. The death clause, the mate requirement, the ticking clock…" His jaw tightened. "It was always his. The prophecy didn't say the cursed twin would destroy the bloodline by existing. It said the bloodline would be destroyed if the cursed twin's mate was never claimed." He looked directly at Kael. "You read it wrong. Or you read it exactly right and chose to lie anyway."

My ears picked on a word he said. “Did you just say something about a curse?” I asked, my mouth drying up. “Yes, Alpha Xavier has a curse. Why do you thing they call him the Mad King? The curse drives him crazy.” Falkor provided, his eyes bright.

The forest of the cursed held haunted creatures, from the myths of the Blood Moon Pack to the nine packs under the Alpha King's rule, but I was an exception of these unique, cursed creatures. At night, they—the acclaimed cursed ones—would lurk at the dangerous trees, whistling in the air for their mates and families alike to join them and feast on unsuspecting werewolves who drove there at night. The one that rules supreme is the cursed one of us all. We call him the Beast, but it's no secret that it is Ragal, the one and only Alpha King. I hated the fact that he was king both of the werewolves and the cursed kind. If word got out about the things he did there at night, heads will roll and t

They gave me a disgusting look before walking away while I lowered my gaze in shame. I was about taking the set of plates which was only used when people of high profile were coming. I had heard that the alpha king was coming and it was a known fact that the Alpha king was the most ruthless and merciless alpha. He rarely makes an appearance so hearing he was going to come Cara’s father became nervous and went about ensuring everything was top notch for alpha king’s arrival. I thought of how hideous the alpha king must look as every description of him was no less that of a monster no wonder he rarely attends any function. Though I was curious as why he had agreed to attend Cara’s birthday par

One hundred years had passed since I arrived at Thornwood in chains, a carefully bred weapon sent to destroy the three cursed Alphas and complete the Entity’s dark ascension. The estate had transcended every legend ever told about it. Thornwood was now the eternal heart of a new world a kingdom of light, knowledge, and chosen family where the old Sanctuary’s corruption was remembered only as distant cautionary tales.

"Are you with the Crest? The Silver-Moon?" The man laughed, a dry, humorless sound. "I am Malachi. And I am with no one. This village doesn't exist on your maps. It’s a place for those the world has forgotten—or those who wish to be forgotten." "I have to go back," I said, struggling to find my footing despite the weakness in my limbs. "Caleb... the Alpha. He’ll be looking for me. He’ll be destroying everything to find us." "He is," Malachi said calmly. "He’s currently threatening to execute his own Council because they suggested he stop the search. He’s a king now, Elara. An Alpha King. And a very dangerous one."