Claimed By The Cursed Alpha King Novels & Stories

It made the mark on my neck throb in a way that had nothing to do with Dante. I didn't know this man. I had heard of him like every wolf in every pack has heard of him. He's the Alpha King, ruthless. His own wolf is said to be cursed. "Why?" The word came out before I could stop it. Marshall’s eyebrow went up. "Why what, Luna Alba?" "Don't call me that. I'm no one’s Luna anymore." I straightened my spine, trying not to let my voice shake. "Why would the Alpha King care about an omega he’s never met before tonight?"

She didn't even try to cry when she saw her twin brother's lifeless body sprawled beside her. Henry flung the head aside and his cold glare settled on Celia. "You made a big mistake, Celia." He said, his voice cold as ice. "You and your mother should have known better. Did you really think your potion would work on me?" He gripped her jaw tightly and raised her head so he could stare down at her. "I am not just any lycan." He growled. "I am the Alpha King, direct descendant of the ancient lycanthropes. You have been found guilty of treason. Both of you will be executed at dawn."

Lyra stood in the mini-arena, bewildered, trying to make sense of the situation around her. Everyone gathered in groups, some in pairs or more, eagerly awaiting the opening of the grand hall. Most of them desired a toast with the Cursed Alpha king, Alpha Alexander is believed to be under a curse since he hasn't found his mate for years now but no one dared to say it to him. Lyra stood still, lacking any interest in meeting the so-called Alpha King, yet she dared not move from her spot, fearful of the wrath of her uncle, Mr. Donald.

When I turned to the next page, the word cursed startled me, but my curiosity deepened. I was cursed. A witch accused me of killing her son. “A curse?” I uttered and continued reading. Making myself comfortable in the corner of the room. I was the Alpha King. I ruled my people with honor. But just like other men, I was lost. For years I searched for my mate. Without any luck, I spoon around with girls. I dated many and had sex. A werewolf’s heart is bound to his mate only and, upon death, shall separate them.

Prince Chris sighed. “You can’t be my son’s mate! What kind of pair is that?” the Alpha King asked the moon goddess the last part. “And why!” I barked. I dared yell at him. The Alpha King growled slowly and dragged my hand, “You are a weak wolf! A stupid weak wolf.” Prince Chris pulled his hand from me. The Alpha King glared at him and I looked at Prince Chris confused, was he protecting me? Did it mean he was accepting me? “If not you’re my Beta’s daughter, I’d have thrown you away long ago! You’re a curse to my kingdom.” the Alpha King scowled. Prince Chris's hands fell off me, I felt cold immediately.

Gray hair painted his black hair despite his cold appeal, feelings of safe and familiarity came from him. "The blood of the late king Alejandro flows through you along with the curse. Melissa you are the Alpha and Micage you are the king, it is a title, a power meant for only one person but obviously the moon goddess had other plans and made you two to become one". "We already know all that story but not the curse. What curse are you talking about?", quick in getting his breathing under control Cage asked. "The curse of the balance. The curse of the Alpha King" He said not making any move to elaborate further.

I'll never forget the look on Alpha Jared's face when he admitted that he was the one who arranged the murder. "Why?" I asked Alpha Jared. "Your ancestors," he replied calmly, as always. "I need an explanation," I said. "It's like I told you. We need you to resurrect Alpha King Salvatore. We need him to lead the entire werewolf pack." Alpha Jared explained firmly. "But he's cursed," I said. Alpha Jared took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "That's right. He is the strongest Alpha in the history of the werewolves. The werewolf kind calls him 'Cursed' because of his immortal soul. Alpha King Salvatore's body may have died, but his soul is eternal in every pulse of his descendants," Alpha J

The one who had no purpose in the pack other than to eat and loiter around all day. So, when he ran into Veronica Steiner, the niece to Rudolf Steiner, the Alpha of Light Crest Claws Pack, a pack which is almost on par with the Druid Peak Pack, and she fell head over heels for him, it was decided unanimously that he go with her. After all, what more could he hope for? Without her, he was doomed to be a nobody. At least, with her, he had a chance of becoming the Alpha of a powerful pack since the current Alpha was childless. Everyone agreed immediately that they get married without bothering to consult the groom. On finding out, the groom had not had any choice other than to go along. They ha

"Okay. Let's take it that I am …" "Cursed." Oswald completed. "Correct. Cursed. This widow, is she still alive?" "We made our findings. She is not." "Are you kidding me?! How can we find a solution to this if she's dead?!" He thundered, his mind clouded with anger once more. "Why can't you just think straight?!" Oswald couldn't take it anymore. His glare hardened, and his eyes reddened. The Alpha King grabbed him by the neck and hoisted him high, enraged.

“Well, we’ll see at the next meeting. Hopefully, by then, you’d be ready to attack the Cursed Alpha with all you have and get revenge on him for stealing from you.” The story I gave all the Alphas I met so far was that the Cursed Alpha had stolen from me. I was too ashamed to admit that another man had taken my woman. All the other Alphas had packs that were taken from them, family members that had been killed, and territories that had been lost because of the Cursed Alpha. They were men who hated the Cursed Alpha with every breath they took in, cursing his name like it was a sport. And somehow I was the face of this group.