Claimed 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.

What could be so terrible that it made him fear so much? He closed his eyes for a moment, as if trying to find the right words, but the distant sound of footsteps in the hallway brought him back to reality. “The King Alpha is dead, Cassandra,” he finally said, his voice filled with despair. “Our pack is vulnerable, and without the King, there’s no one to protect us. The Cursed Alpha… he’s different from any enemy we’ve ever faced. He has no mercy, no honor. And he wants you… he wants you, and I won’t let that happen!” His words hung in the air, heavy with meaning. I didn’t know who that Alpha was, but I knew that if he could make my father tremble with fear, he must be someone truly to be fe

She snapped her fingers at me, as if not knowing him is a sin. "Is it required to know him?" I replied sarcastically, shrugged my shoulders, and continued wiping the window. "I can't believe you. And you're not even interested?" She shook her head in disbelief. "He's the most powerful and feared Alpha ever existed. But the problem is... He never got a mate because stories says all the women who became his mate died mysteriously. Some even say they were... Cursed," she added when she did not receive an answer from me. I faced her again. Her last words seemed to have caught my attention.

Since I was a child, I had heard the whispers. There were stories of the cursed Alpha King who ruled in darkness and whose mates all died by his side. He was a man feared by every pack across the kingdom, a monster wrapped in a king’s flesh. My lips parted in horror as realization dawned on me. It was him, the Dark King. “Oh no,” I whimpered, pressing myself against the door, my heart slamming violently against my chest. “I will protect you,” he repeated. "No!” I yelled, pushing my hand forward. "I’m better off dead than coming with you.”

"The Alpha King is said to have been cursed by a witch many years ago through his father. According to what we heard, he has three years left to live and is bound to die by then and with no heir to succeed him due to the curse." I gasped, covering my mouth with my hand to keep it in and prevent it from escaping any further. "There have also been rumors of his brother Cassius trying to take him down even before his death arrives." "Cassius is his brother?" my brow furrowed in contemplation. "Or better still Amarantha's mate and Alpha Lucien's ex-mate." My eyes opened in sheer bewilderment. "Wait. I don't understand. If he his is brother shouldn't he be affected my the curse as well?"

The whispers pushed harder, feeding on the Alpha King’s nearness, his power calling to mine. He watched me struggle, amusement flickering in his gaze. “She stirs within you, doesn’t she? The goddess doesn’t die easily. You carry her curse as your crown.” “I carry her burden,” I spat. “Not her will.” The Alpha King drew his sword, a massive, jagged thing that shimmered with red flame. “Then prove it.” Kael stepped forward, his claws glinting. “You’ll go through me first.” The King’s eyes flicked to him, a hint of disdain curling his lip. “Ah, the mate. Loyal to a fault. But tell me, Alpha Kael… how long before her fire consumes you too?”

The scent of ash and frost clung to Lyra’s skin as she drifted between waking and oblivion. She was vaguely aware of movement—arms around her, powerful and warm, carrying her like something precious. She didn’t understand. The last thing she remembered was the way the earth had split beneath her soul, the way her skin had burned with a light that wasn’t silver, and the man whose eyes had pierced through everything. Alpha Kaelen. They said he was cursed. That he’d been exiled from his pack and had disappeared into the wastelands, haunted by the ghosts of wolves he’d slaughtered.

I whispered, stunned. “It is history.” His hand came up, gripping my chin and forcing me to meet his eyes. “The Alpha King is cursed. His love is poison. Anyone who gets close to him is destroyed. Either by his enemies or by his own overwhelming power. If he has decided you are his mate, you have a target on your back the size of the moon.” I tried to pull away. “Let go of me.” “Listen to me.” His voice cracked, raw with desperation. “I cannot watch you walk into certain death. I cannot lose you to him. You are supposed to be mine, Aria. Mine to protect. Mine to care for.”

“You'll see how awesome our master is soon enough” Elysia wasn't surprised that the people of this kingdom respected their Alpha and were sacred of how powerful he was, the same rumors that had drifted through the kitchen all week. That the Alpha was cruel. That he killed his own men in battle. That he was cursed, but they didn't seem to care about it it didn't stop them from loving the man. To her, curses were stories told by frightened people to make monsters sound human. All she knew was that Alaric Varyn had destroyed everything she loved.

she said after sitting down. For what seemed like a few seconds, the straight look changed into the look Liliana was familiar with. “You just signed your life off to Alpha King Dablo, Liliana,“ she paused again. “The worst might happen to you aside from what happened to you. You will become the center of attention. You would become the targets of his enemies and even his curse.” “Agatha can we not—”