Claimed By Wolf King Novels & Stories

“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.

Then we all heard a cold, intimidating voice, " You may refuse to obey an Alpha but do you dare to disobey the ALPHA king, boys?" Radolf's wolf stood there in all its mighty glory. His black wolf was bigger than all of us, imitating the Alpha aura so much that the other wolves were all on their knees. They were all shaking under the wave of his Alpha power. One of them greeted him in a trembling voice, " Your... Majesty...." Radolf growled, licking his canniness, " SHE IS MINE!" They apologized quickly before running off into the woods, " We...we didn't know...My King... Apologize!"

"Didn't you want to know the truth so badly? Well, here it is." He looked at me again. "You... you were a wolf?" "I am a she-wolf." "But that's impossible!" I crossed my arms. "You just saw it with your own eyes." He started pacing around the room, looking at me and then at the spot where I'd transformed. "I don't even know what to think." "Imagine how I felt when I discovered I was like this." Anderson stopped. "Are you saying there are others?" I nodded. "George is an Alpha wolf. Lucy is a she-wolf, too."

"You made the mistake of thinking I needed to be rescued." The man stumbled backward. "You are only one woman." Ross's expression remained calm. "And you brought hundreds of wolves into my territory." She lifted one hand. Every wolf in the fortress dropped to the ground. The enemy warriors followed.nSome out of fear. Others because their own wolves forced them down. Ross continued walking. The gates opened before her. Outside, hundreds upon hundreds of wolves waited. Black. Gray. White. Brown. Every one of them bowed their heads as she passed. She had not called an army. She had simply reminded the wolves who their Queen was.

Head low, hackles raised, a wall of muscle and fur angled outward like a shield. The creature that had just torn a man apart in front of her was now acting like a bodyguard. None of it made sense. None of it was supposed to be happening. More massive shapes peeled out of the darkness—four, then six, then more than Emily could count. They drew closer, silent as smoke, before lowering their massive heads. Not in fear. In unmistakable reverence. He's their leader, she thought distantly. He's the Alpha. One of the wolves—leaner than the rest, with restless, dull red eyes—refused to bow. It paced at the edge of the clearing. When it spoke, the sound crawled out of its throat in the same broken, h

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.

Nova began, but the King raised his hand, silencing her. “The Kingdom is under my word,” he said, his gaze slicing across the room. “And what I say goes. Is that clear?” “It’s clear to us,” one of the male wolves spoke, his voice smooth but stern. He was taller than the others, with piercing blue eyes that were more chilling than beautiful—yet somehow captivating. “You trying to say something, mutt?” Gabriel growled, stepping forward. “It’s already been said,” the wolf replied evenly. “I’m not here to fight. My only job is to capture the rogues and return them to our territory. That’s it.”

He knew it was merely a passing fancy, it was a bit overwhelming for a passing fancy though considering that he wasn't even attracted to men in the first place. He was still very young at twenty-four because werewolves were tougher than the average human, they also aged slowly and lived for far longer. He was free to enjoy his youth. The gates parted one by one for his car to pass by, guards standing at attention while the King drove in. He strode straight to his rooms, maybe if he locked himself in, he could escape his great aunt for the night. No such luck because she appeared at the top of the stairs just as he started up them.

“You are not our Alpha.” “But I am your king.” “You’re nothing to us.” “You’re in my kingdom…that makes you my subjects whether you like it or not.” I need to get the fuck out of here before Edric sees me. He is bristling with rage. “Your Alpha’s dead,” he snarls. “He laboured under the opinion that I’d just hand my child over to him. He was wrong.” “Deimos is one of us,” the smaller wolf says. “We lay claim to him. He belongs to us.”

I share some of the information I have gathered along the way while I was busy searching the library one day. Zurig seemed impressed for a moment. “Really? I did not know that. Maybe that is why we are hearing stories about the Alpha King being two people on the wolf continent. I received reports from the spy we sent to the wolf continent about the wolves having Alpha Kings,” Zurig shared something he knew.