Claimed By The Wolf Kings Novels & Stories

Alpha Romulus protest. "But I am." Zinedine's voice changed as his eyes changed to white. "I, Lucius Zinedine Wilderwood, the Millennium Wolf and King Of all Alphas remove the spirit of Alpha wolf in you Romulus Greil." "Don't do this to me." Alpha pleaded not expecting the turn around. He felt weak all of a sudden and his legs couldn't hold his weight so he collapsed to the ground. For the first time as a werewolf he felt.... empty. He begged Zinedine to return it back which fell on deaf ears.

Part 3 "King Andre Bastion Smith, a figure of regal authority and grace, stands as the revered Wolf King, the supreme leader of all wolf packs spread across the vast and diverse expanse of the United States. With deep-set, piercing eyes and a commanding presence, he carries the burden of leadership at the age of thirty-three, though whispers circulate in the shadows about his ongoing quest to find his fated mate. The grand castle they call home, a magnificent structure steeped in history and surrounded by sprawling forests, is not only a residence but also a symbol of their lineage and power. Within its walls, the Royal Smith family continues to live, each member bearing their own legacy of

Charlotte is greeted with surprise when her beloved prince brings home a pregnant she-wolf, and worst of all a half-sister she never knew. The revelation, betrayal and oppressions sentenced her to death, not until life gave her a second chance when a small pack saved her. There she discovers her late mother’s birth pack and discovers her true identity. Five years later, her pack grew into a powerful force. Known as the mysterious Queen of Wolves and the only existing Alpha Female in the world. An invitation to the Moon Ball as her first public appearance and the chance to extract revenge against the royal wolves. It won’t be easy when the dangerous and unpredictable Alpha Alexios has his eye

someone shouts. “Yes,” I reply without hesitation. Honesty unnerves people. “Do you know what happens when power grows without restraint?” I ask. No one answers. So I do. “Kingdoms fall.” A young wolf steps forward, eyes blazing. “They are our rulers!” “They are wolves,” I correct calmly. “And wolves, no matter how revered, are still capable of destroying what they love.” The words land deeper than claws. Because every wolf here knows it is true.

“If you didn’t want what we shared, why didn’t you just say so—” “You condemned me to this life,” I cried. “You ordered that I be sent here. I didn’t run away!” “What?” King Benjamin gasped, his mouth falling open. “I swear on everything I have—I never gave that order.” “It’s easy for you to deny it—” “I am your king, I rule everyone here” he interrupted firmly. “The Alpha of the Moon Pack. I fear no one, and I have no reason to lie.” I swallowed hard. “What happened that morning shouldn’t have happened, my king. I’m only a slave. I understand if you never wanted to see me again.” I bowed my head, then turned and walked away, leaving him standing there in silence.

I knew that not far away, on a snow-covered hill, there was a lone wolf. His eyesight and hearing were sharp. He must have heard every word Julian and I exchanged. He must have seen us hold each other and kiss. But he only crouched there in the snow, unmoving. - Extra: Many years later, the wolf pack no longer had a king. It was said that the young Wolf King went mad, slaughtered every traitor, and then renounced the throne himself. He exiled himself to the edge of the human world. The day Julian and Selena were married, the world took notice.

“Your cousin’s pack.” Alpha Merek swallowed. “They were slaughtered, Your Majesty. We have not forgotten. Many wolves still carry that grief like a stone in the chest. So yes… it is too much to ask of them to embrace hunters. Humans. Unity.” His voice roughened. “It goes against every survival instinct we have ever had.” Xavier said nothing, but his eyes locked onto the alpha with cool understanding. Another noble wolf added, almost reluctantly, “And now… now there are whispers of a new threat rising across the borders. The Rogue King and his consort Crimson Rogue.”

Miserably. The elders said nothing, no one brave enough to test my patience or dare even face my fury. Or even Umma’s, who hadn't joined a parliament meeting since I was crowned Alpha years ago. ‘Look at them, all shrivelled up and old,’ Lyall muttered in my head. ‘Let me out and I’ll remind them that the reason their Alpha now has a wolf is because of her. The human they don't like.’ He paused thoughtfully, then added. ‘Maybe even put him on his back and give him a few bites.’

It didn't matter. Nothing mattered except his kingdom’s survival. Slowly. Painfully. Grey reached for the contract. The hall watched. Every ruler. Every noble. Every merchant. Witnessing the humiliation of the Wolf King. Some of the rulers, Grey noticed, never laughed. They even offered silent prayers to Grey. The Sultan from the South. Some merchants who probably had connections to the Werewolf Kingdom. Even a very few nobles from Aurellia itself. But none of them stood up for Grey at that moment.

An older wolf with a grey beard and a heavy German accent steps forward ever so slightly as he eyes Codyn, he drops to a knee and asks him, “Who defeated him? Was it you? Who is king now?” He was respectful and Codyn seemed to appreciate that. “There is not only a new King, there is also a Queen, finally,” he adds the last word with a small smile and the elder wolf cocks his head slightly. As the crowd continues to speak among themselves and the whispers turn into a roar of voices the elder wolves eyes never leave Codyn and he slowly stands before turning to the crowd and ordering them loud, and confident, to be quiet. He turns back to Codyn and waits.