For The King 2 Cure Novels & Stories

Prologue “Luther! You cannot do this to me!” Alpha King Luther Reeds stopped on his track, turning around to look at Katherine. His eyes burned in a fury. No one dares to utter his name. No one disrespects him. He is the Alpha King of the Northern Kingdom, and no one addresses him by name. No one. Not even his own mate. “You dared to utter my name?” he growled, as he stormed closer to her in the corridor of the second floor of the palace.

A few other people left and only I, the King, the Queen and Carla were present in the room. After the royal physician examined him, he shook his head pitifully and turned to us. “He is in a really bad situation. And we need to do give him the cure as soon as possible.” “What is the cure?” The King asked, in a calm voice. “It's the healing flower. Simple, but rare. It would take a few months for you to find it, and the young master here can't survive for too long.” The royal physician explained respectfully. “Which means there is an alternative.” The king uttered.

The two men exchanged glances before laughing. "And that's exactly what makes this interesting," the second guard said. He was fat, broad, and his eyes carried a hunger that made my skin crawl. "The fact the King has abandoned you and you're leaving...So wouldn't it be a waste if we didn't get a taste of the pussy that's been driving the King crazy?" Fear shot through me and I immediately tried to crawl away but before I could move, the fat guard smirked and nodded toward his companion. "Hold her down, Zeke."

"The King has some business to do. He can't meet the Queen." "Aunty, I want the Queen to confess her feelings fast. When will the King return?" Hailey laughed and played with her clothes fabric. "If the King didn't come soon, the Queen will go for him. She will tell him that she wants to be together, forever." "But the Queen is sick." One of the kids reasoned. "Can't she wait for the King to come?" Hailey shook her head. "The Queen is responding to treatment and is almost feeling better," she explained. "In a few days, the Queen will finally be able to go home and tell the King."

Over to the next image, "He successfully defeated them with the swipe of his sword and sent them back into the dark abyss where they belonged" "But it was too late, as they had already cursed him. A powerful spell they said, one born from their sacrifice, swept over the king and consumed him. The king was therefore cursed never to have a child and for His kingdom to come to ruins in a raging, consuming flame once his time was up." In the next image, "The King travelled far and wide in an attempt to break this curse, but no one could help him. He studied day and night, prayed and practiced all sort of sorcery, but nothing could help him".

He’d actually be dead. Kingston stands up and turns away, as do his associates. “Two hundred million,” Faith murmured, knowing she’d later regret it, but heck with it! If she didn’t get him to say yes, this was the plan. She’d steer him away from his intended aim. Everyone turns to look at Kingston, who arches his brows with modest interest. Faith straightens her back as she walks around the meeting room. “According to my sources, you intend to enter the fashion industry.”

How was it that a well-travelled, 28-year-old, male werewolf had not managed to find, their mate? "You didn't produce an heir" I lashed out at him for touching a nerve. "All the more reason, you need a mate," he spoke sternly "You don't any other family to create an heir. It's solely on you," He was right, my parents had passed away before they could have another child. My mother died in childbirth, causing the baby to be stillborn. My father, the King's brother, passed shortly after due to the pain of losing his mate and a child The king had taken on the task to raise me, as his mate was infertile. A cruel curse of the moon goddess he would say. The king hated to be reminded he couldn't

she finally asked after she caught her breath, wiping under her eyes carefully so as not to smear the mascara. Her mother huffed, looking away from her as she put away all the makeup and hair accessories. "All I said was that the King requested it because he hasn't found his mate." "He requests it of females who have the possibility to be his mate, not just every unmated female he ever interacts with," she snorted, though she didn't roll her eyes, no matter how badly she wanted to, since her mother was eyeing her in a way that made her feel like a small child again.

Whether I attempted to run away or not I would still have been sold. “....you have been sold to the Alpha King of Shadow Creek Pack, Kieran Nightshade.”