I Bought The Exiled King Novels & Stories

I stared at the shattered phone on the ground, and the fury in my heart finally exploded: "Kieran, if you dare treat me like this, forget about tomorrow's pack expansion plan!" "Hahaha!" Laughter erupted around us. "Aria, have you lost your mind?" Ivy clutched her stomach, laughing so hard she doubled over: "Who do you think you are? You think you can influence pack territorial expansion?" Kieran also looked at me mockingly: "Do you think you're the Alpha King? That you can make a merger plan between two packs fall through with just one sentence?" I lifted my head, looked directly into his eyes, and said word by word:

Some spat, others turned their backs, refusing to look upon the fallen prince who had betrayed his blood. At the gates, Khalid pulled on his reins and looked back one last time at the towering spires of the palace. His jaw clenched, his eyes burned with rage and humiliation. “They think they’ve beaten me,” he muttered under his breath. “But I am still a son of the King… and one day, they will regret this.” The guards urged him forward. The gates shut behind him with a thunderous clang, sealing his exile. Far above, from the palace balcony, Karl and Isabella stood side by side with their twins in their arms. They watched the gates close, the torches dim, and the shadow of Khalid disappear int

"Am I going mad, Caleb? Tell me what I'm feeling." Caleb approached me cautiously, his eyes filled with a mix of sympathy and hesitation. "My lord, it seems you are grappling with guilt and longing. It's natural to reflect on past decisions and wonder—" Before he could finish, I lunged forward, gripping him by the shoulders. "Guilt? Longing? I will not be weakened by such emotions! Amia was a threat, and I did what was necessary. Do you understand?" Caleb nodded, his eyes downcast. "I understand, my lord. Forgive me for suggesting otherwise."

I listen to his heavy footsteps leaving, and when I know he’s away and I’m safe, I finally speak. “I’m sorry,” I cry. Before running out of the room and going to mine, I rush in and begin to pack a bag. The weight of my father's condemnation is heavy, but I can’t stay. He’s exiled me, not just from the family and the pack but also from the kingdom. As the royal family's Earl, he has the power to do it. Crying, I throw things into the case. I’ve no idea what to do or expect. I’ve never left this kingdom.

And right above it, the terms were spelled out in clear, brutal text: Collateral: Selene Marlow. Buyer: The Obsidian Throne. The Obsidian Throne was the seat of the Alpha King. Kael Vale. He was the most feared, lethal wolf on the continent. A man who ruled the entire werewolf kingdom through blood. He was ruthless, cold, and unyielding. He was also Dorian's father. My ex-father-in-law. “He…the King bought me?” I whispered, the words leaving a bitter taste in my mouth. I hadn't even been divorced for less than 24 hours? How did he know I wouldn't be with his son?

How he left her dying in the mud like garbage. How our pack was already crumbling. And how we deserved it. “He rejected her. Kyla. We rejected her. Now look. The pack is bleeding out and no one’s coming to save us.” They both lowered their heads. Fidel’s voice broke. “Yesterday… a raven came. A letter from the Southern Capital. From King Edric himself. His royal decree—no one from Windsor is allowed to leave. The borders are sealed. Knights guard the roads. They’ve declared this land cursed. Exile. Abandonment.”

The guards roughly dragged me outside, holding me by the arms with a punishing grip. "Tana!" I heard my mother's voice from close by. I turned to look at her as she ran towards me. I noticed the onlookers gathering around to witness the scene. I heard murmurs from close by. "Tana, what's going on? Why are they holding you?" My mother inquired as she neared. I could hear the fear in her voice as she asked. I knew she was scared, wondering what had occurred before this outcome. "Philip… he…" my voice broke as I tried to make a coherent word. It just hurts, thinking about everything that has conspired to this moment. How do I tell my mother that her only daughter was going to be exiled from the

Does the king beside me know how reckless and temperamental he can be? “Where did those wolves go when they split off?” I asked. “Many became rogue wolves and then formed their own packs, far from the reach of the monarchy.” “When the king is a tyrant, anyone would want to leave the pack. Or choose exile; that sounds much better.” We locked eyes. Elijah sighed and asked me, “Do you think I’m ruthless?” Elijah’s cell phone vibrating in his pocket interrupted our conversation. He stepped aside near the arcade machines and answered the call. Meanwhile, my eyes were drawn to a fortune-telling machine.

Three months later, on a night of the full moon, I stood in the expanded territory of the Lone Star Wolf pack while flipping through a report of our lands when a Beta werewolf came to me. "Silas…" He paused as if trying to choose his words carefully. "Silas managed to round up several Rogues last month. He's trying to build another pack." I put down my report. The borders of the barren land were filled with younger but weak werewolves who had been exiled. They were wild and bloodthirsty, nothing like what Silas had experienced.