For The King 2 Cure Novels & Stories

It says The Alpha King in the picture because I'm currently trying to get the book title switched to that! For anyone confused about why there are two different names. Happy New Year!!

Ryan declares as he thrusts hard into me, causing me to moan. I can’t believe how much he has me moaning like his damn whore. I guess at this rate, I am his personal whore because I’m certainly not his girlfriend. Ryan is the zombie king of the northeast. I’m not his queen, but kings are known for having mistresses. I have to wonder if Ryan has zombie queen, and if so, what does that make me? I hate that I’m thinking about this while Ryan and I are having sex, but I can’t help it.

Maybe it was Karma because he’d strung up a bunch of kids in a similar way not too long ago, and they weren’t resistant to silver as he was. There was movement outside the room that he could barely make out. His senses had dulled that much he felt almost human. Whoever was on the other side of the door must have been waiting for him to wake up because less than a minute later, he heard keys jiggling in the door and heavier footsteps approaching. The light switch clicked on, and a bright spotlight aimed at his face made him squint his eyes. “Ah! The mighty Alpha King,” a deep voice said, excitement lacing every word. “How nice of you to drop by, Your Highness.”

King Cowell laughed but Beta Craig was serious. "We can get you one of the powerful healers, you'll be well," Beta Craig uttered painfully. He wasn't ready to lose his precious friend. King Cowell took his hands and squeezed them under his own, he mumbled, "Have you forgotten I can't be cured? You don't have to worry Craig as long as you're here beside me, I'm sure I'll stay healthy." Beta Craig unlocked his hands from the King's grip and wrapped his hands around the king's hand, imitating what the king had done. He then brought his hands up to his mouth and smooched it softly.

Below her, through the grate, she saw the King. Valerius wasn't a wolf. He was sitting in a high-backed chair, wearing a specialized headset that shielded his brain from the frequency. He looked at the massive computer bank in front of him, a glass of wine in his hand. “The Great Reset,” the King whispered to himself. “If I can't rule a kingdom of men, I will rule a kingdom of beasts.” Faith didn't wait. She kicked the grate open and dropped into the room. The King spun around, his eyes wide. “You! How are you here?”

'' Marline asked, pretending not to know what happened "The king is indeed poisoned and we weren't allowed to see him.'' Alicia replied, pouting her mouth. ''What are the symptoms he is showing?'' Marline asked. ''I overheard some people say that he was foaming through his ears.'' Alice replied. ''Oh! That's a very potent poison.'' Marline replied with a sad look on her face. ''What do we do now? We have to save the king'' Night and Candy chorus. ''Well we deal with herbs and indigenous drugs to cure poisons of all kinds back at home.'' ''So do you have an idea of what cure we would give to the king?" ''Judging from the symptoms, the cure is the juice from a peach flower that blooms every t

Pa replies "I need more than that from you if the legend was correct the elders found a cure" "Huhhh!" I gasp loudly realizing the mistake I just made my breath seizes as their voices go quiet "Finding a cure for one can endanger lives of many" Pa continues my chest heaves as I relax they might have not heard it. how could I have made such a slip maybe I should g… "If this thing is already out here the lives of many is already at risk" the king states firmly

After all, I'm still a LUNA. Night came by so quickly. Members of the council, the king's convoy were all present. I sat beside Darion. The hall was dropped dead in silence. The feast wouldn't start until he arrived. But the king was nowhere in sight. Even Darion fidgeted . After two long hours of waiting, the attendant shouted from the entrance, "All hail King Zephyros Kaelen of Valeblood!" The Lycan king strode in majestically. His aura weighed on everyone. We all knelt in reverence.

His evil laugh—rich, resonant, and utterly devoid of mercy—confirmed my worst fears. “Yes, darling. It’s fake. I was putting you to the test, and you didn’t disappoint me.” “Where is the cure?” I asked, turning to face the king. He was already seated on his throne, lounging with casual arrogance, watching me with amusement—mocking my pain. “Not so fast, honey.” In the blink of an eye, I moved with lightning speed, standing before him. “Where is the cure?” “It’s in a safe place… my hand.”

My entire body trembled uncontrollably as I collapsed forward, gasping. A shaky sigh slipped from my lips before I could stop it. Lucio lay beside me, chest heaving, eyes unfocused. The King clasped his hands behind his back, rocking slightly on his heels. He smiled... wide, bright, almost innocent. “Refreshing, wasn’t it?” I didn’t dare hesitate. “Yes,” I croaked quickly. “Your Highness.” Lucio echoed me weakly. The King’s smile widened. I tried to push myself up, but my body refused to respond. His aura surged suddenly, crushing down on me again. Dexter’s presence shrank, silenced, smothered beneath the weight of the King’s dominance.