Claimed By The Wolf Kings Novels & Stories

he whispered proudly, making me blush harder. ‘My one true mate, my King.” I responded with a smile, our eyes fixed on each other, appreciating and adoring ourselves. He finally sat down on the high throne, the throne of the true blood king of all wolves, the Golden throne. As soon as he took his seat, the wolves below bowed their heads in submission, acknowledging him as their rightful ruler. The air was filled with a sense of reverence and awe, as the packs pledged their loyalty and support to their new king and queen.

Husk commanded. I bristled, but I was also starving and refused the idea of denying myself food merely to prove a point. I hated the alpha wolf bullshit. It was stupid. Besides, fainting from lack of food wasn’t smart while I was a prisoner in this pretty palace with three strangers...three werewolves who made me want to stay and learn more about them. Where they were from and how they had become so rich and to own a place like this? “We’ve got it from here. You can leave now,” Husk turned off the cooker and gave a look that would have sent many wolves back home whimpering into a submissive pose.

“The three black werewolves, it was a message.” Aria frowned, not understanding. “The time of the terrorists. The three black werewolves. The king and his two eldest sons. One of them is a prisoner now.” The Terrorizers. The ones her father wanted to stop. They were three black werewolfs, always three with one flying at the front and one on each behind him. They were known to cause terror and therefore got the name. Alone, they took many lives and burned villages down to the ground.

“The Wolf King hasn’t appeared in ages. According to our laws, if he doesn’t report to the elders, we have the right to remove him. He’s neglected his duties for too long.” Leon spoke up in my defense. “That doesn’t mean he’s dead. Our strength comes from the Moon Goddess and her vessel.” “And what about Duncan?” Emmett’s voice was filled with disdain. “His wolf is unstable. Can he really lead?” Rachel shot back, sharp and direct. “Are you any better? We tried with you, and the Moon Goddess rejected you. How could you ever be the Wolf King?” Emmett’s anger flared. “Watch yourself!” he growled, but Rachel didn’t flinch.

"And then the debt collectors will come for both of us and seize pack lands, and every wolf in Crescent Moon Pack will lose their homes because you were too selfish to accept your fate. Can you live with that?" The trap closes around me so perfectly I almost admire the cruelty. He knows I cannot let the pack suffer for his mistakes, recognizes I have spent three years protecting these wolves from his incompetence, and admits I will choose their safety over my freedom. "You are a monster," I say. "I'm a realist." He responds by straightening his jacket like we just finished a pleasant conversation. "You were never going to give me an heir anyway, too defective for that. At least this way you

I asked. “You’re not just rare, Danni. You’re the kind of power that resets the board. Wolves will follow you. Enemies will hunt you. And the laws that protect everyone else? They don’t fully apply to you. You’re not part of the system… You’re what breaks it, if you choose too.” Joel explained. “White wolves are the first. They are the pure, they are not restricted to the things we are. Regardless of rank.” Luka added. “Rank?” I asked

Keith said "I guess you are right. I just hate that I have to hide my wolf all the time. I wish I could run free like everyone else," I said "So do I, Ebony, but our family has been hiding our wolves forever. Besides, it is against the rules for us to expose what our wolf is," Jacob said "But our family have been the Kings and Queens of all the wolves. We shouldn't have to hide. How can the Royal Council tell us that we have to hide our wolf?" I asked

"There's a group — the Alpha Council. They govern every pack in this region, and years ago, they decided your father's bloodline was too dangerous to let continue. He ran so they'd chase him instead of us. So they'd never look this closely at you." "For eighteen years?" Emily's voice broke on the number. "He's been running for eighteen years?" Her mother didn't answer. She didn't get the chance to. The window beside the front door exploded inward. Glass sprayed across the hallway floor as something enormous hit the wall beside it, and the gray wolf was already moving, already meeting the first attacker head-on with a snarl that shook the pictures off the hallway shelf. More shapes crashed th

And they were ready to turn into a mob if this wolf was not killed in front of them. Revenge and half truth blinded them and they were not going to settle at anything less than her blood. This was the first time that warewolf community gathered together for one purpose. All packs ,Alphas,Betas,Gamas,omegas and even rogues were coming to witness the verdict of the most dangerous wolf ever known to exist. Aaron Alistaire king was considered the god of justice and everyone worshipped and adored him like a true god . In this case also they all wanted their king to serve justice just like he always did.

Werewolves call them the cabal – the humans that rule the world, and contrary to popular belief, not every world leader or rich human is allowed entry into the cabal. I glance at Glenn. “I want my mate back too,” he says through our mind link, “but if you kill these humans, they can blame this war on us. We have to show them that we are better than they are.” “The war already started, wolf,” Alhora says. “When they took our kings’ brides.” I can only assume when she says our kings, she means every supernatural king because vampires only have the one king. “Don’t read our minds. It’s rude.”