Forced Maiden For The Cursed Alpha King Novels & Stories

Lyra stood in the mini-arena, bewildered, trying to make sense of the situation around her. Everyone gathered in groups, some in pairs or more, eagerly awaiting the opening of the grand hall. Most of them desired a toast with the Cursed Alpha king, Alpha Alexander is believed to be under a curse since he hasn't found his mate for years now but no one dared to say it to him. Lyra stood still, lacking any interest in meeting the so-called Alpha King, yet she dared not move from her spot, fearful of the wrath of her uncle, Mr. Donald.

“My father wasn’t selfish. You might think that he was after his contribution to your father’s death and the collapse of your pack or because he asked me to kill him… It is so he wouldn’t send the kingdom down a path we cannot return from… Without our mates, we become feral… violent, tyrannical. We lust after blood... "When my mother died, when he lost his mate, the curse restarted, he started to lose his senses, and he would lose time, like how I have before and awoken to a room full of bodies… Only a few elders know the details of this curse, sworn to secrecy, whereas the others are aware of an unbinding deal set in place, one where they wield more authority than the Alpha King… that is un

The Alpha King’s Runaway Mate . CHAPTER 3: first meeting . Mattel’s POV . "The kingdom bears the burden of a curse from the moon goddess, destined to claim the life of its heir before his thirtieth year unless he finds intimacy with his mate. His destined partner will be the object of his affection but will reciprocate with disdain, a being of low stature whom he longs to touch. She holds the cure to his affliction, yet remains forever out of reach. Only she can offer salvation to Mattel, the cursed one."

I was fed with revenge and loathing against love, bond, and everything around me. ‘I should not think about Elizabeth anymore. I did what I could to exact revenge on Max and that ugly Elaina.’ “Forget about that. How’s the preparation for finding the Alpha King?” “We are all ready, Alpha.” “Great. During my fight, do your best to find him. With this, I can fulfill my father’s promise to his friend.” “The Alpha King belongs to the Oak Walkers Pack. Do you think he will rebuild his pack that was assassinated by Philip’s father?”

I pushed Freya behind me and tore through the first six that had climbed my body looking for a taste of my blood. The moment they drew blood from their victim, their blood would be poisoned and depending on how powerful you were, you would turn into an accursed creature even the Seven Hells rejected. I was not just powerful. I was the Cursed Alpha Lycan King of Adivaine. "Freya, run," I shouted as a fresh swarm of the forbidden creatures appeared above the hill, charging fast towards us. "Run," Warrick growled as I let him take over my body, skin turning to black fur.

She was already on her feets, but she stumbled slightly again and scrambling up she sneezed softly, glancing up at Alpha Adolph who still had his eyes on her. Another highlight of the night. From feeling a little spark when she saw the handsome face behind the mysterious ruler of this great kingdom, to his unmoving stare, and then the stranger’s creepy look, Daciana just couldn’t get herself together. Limping, and skittering towards the exit door she began to make her way across the room, whirling around ready to leave when she heard someone shout from behind, “Help… Alpha Adolph needs help. Summon the…” “I’m fine! Don’t call anyone.” Another voice filtered through, one Daciana quickly recog

His eyes are the color of winter storms—gray and cold and endless. He wears black from head to toe. No decorations. No jewelry. No symbols of power except the way people look at him. Every warrior in the hallway lowered their eyes when he passed. Every servant pressed themselves against the wall. This is Alpha Kael. The cursed Alpha. The man my father sold me to. He looks at me. And the world explodes. --- It starts as a warmth in my chest. Small at first. Like a candle being lit in a dark room. Then it spreads. Down my arms. Up my neck. Through my stomach. My heart pounds so hard I cannot breathe.

The man needed to understand that he shouldn't dare speak to me or my mate like this. "I don't care that she was a part of your pack or that you had her at your mercy for a greater part of your life, serving your household. She is your queen, and you will not speak of her in any way other than with respect." I looked out at the pack members. "Let this be a lesson to you on manners. Don't even think about speaking like this to your king or about your queen. It will end your life more swiftly than I am about to do to him." Brennan struggled again, beating his hands against my arms to free himself. It didn't work. My grip on him was too strong, and no one matched my power — especially not in th

A wickedly handsome face, a charming smile bright enough to deceive any lady, there was no denying it, the man before me was none other than the cursed Alpha. "It seems you've heard about me." He read my mind again, but I immediately turned my face away, hiding my expression from his gaze. "You're the cursed Alpha?" I inquired for clarification purposes. I needed to be sure of what I was getting into. I had no idea why people called him cursed, but it couldn't be for a good deed. Who was he, and what exactly had he done to earn the title of being cursed? Even though I couldn't see his face, I could feel the change in the air around him. He didn't like being called cursed, but then again I ne

But I was not about to let him control me so easily. One evening, as we sat in his temporary study provided by Aiden, he looked at me, his gaze piercing. “You’re back where you belong, Layla. This pack is your home, and you have responsibilities here. I expect you to honor them.” I met his stare, my defiance unyielding. “I never agreed to be a pawn, Alpha King. Saving me doesn’t mean you own me.” He smiled slightly, the expression chilling. “Perhaps not. But remember, Layla, that your freedom comes with a price. You wanted independence, and yet, here you are, relying on me from being punished.”