Mated To The Alpha King After Exiled Novels & Stories

But everyone I looked at there already had eyes for someone else. My head turned, and across the ballroom, I saw him. Tall, powerfully built, dressed in black silk. A silver mask covered half his face, but I knew who he was. Oh no. It couldn’t be. Alpha Dayn Blackwood. The man who’d condemned me to this life. And he was staring directly at me. The mating bond snapped into place—a golden thread connecting us, singing with rightness. I started to move away, tried to run and hide before he found me. There is no way someone as high ranking as the Alpha would accept me as his mate.

The rogue Alpha struggled to his feet, coughing up dark blood as he shifted back into the battered body of a scarred man in his late forties. He leaned against the broken tree, clutching his chest. But instead of begging for mercy… He smiled. A horrifying, bloodstained grin spread across his face as he looked past me toward the unconscious young man lying behind me. “Matthew Arizmendi…” the rogue leader wheezed, his voice dripping with cruel amusement. “The great and arrogant King of New York. You think you’ve won? You think you’re protecting your territory?” I didn’t answer. I stepped closer.

I could see pride shine in his eyes as he glanced at me briefly. A throat cleared, “And I am sure that you know that he is Castiel Vexthorn, The Alpha King.” That name… I heard it this morning… As if on cue, I whirled around and went stiff. He… he was the Alpha King… He… Immediately, I was acutely aware of him. My mate. Or rather ex-mate. As if he could feel my gaze on him, his eyes flicked to me and they widened for a brief moment before he slipped on a mask of boredom and indifference.

I could see her face even now that I was far from home, regal, flawless, she was the Alpha Queen that led the pack with an iron smile and when her beloved daughter was supposed to be mated, she would be disappointed. Last night was terrible, it felt like one of my hardest training yet, especially when I stumbled past Rogue territory. I knew the stories, they were wolves with no pack, brutal, they’d lost their mind and wouldn’t hesitate to tear a lonely female apart with their teeth but I would pick that over being marked by Alpha Gideon. He was the most disgusting man I had ever met in my entire life and the last thing I wanted was to be stuck with him. Just as I crossed the border, the scen

"You deserve a true mate. One of noble blood. Not this...thing." His grip tightened on her waist. “I, Alpha King Kael Draven of the Moonstone Pack, reject you, Lyra Blackthorn, as my mate," Kael declared, his voice booming through the hall so that all could hear it. "This disgrace is not my mate. She is nothing." My chest caved inward. It felt like a physical tearing, as if invisible claws ripped down my soul. The rejection slammed into me, sucking the air from my lungs. My knees buckled, pain searing through my heart, my veins, my very bones.

The moon hung low and heavy in the night sky, casting a silver glow over the ancient stones of the Moon Temple. Kael Drenor, the newly crowned Alpha King of Draymoor, stood alone, his broad silhouette carved against the cold marble. His storm-gray eyes were fixed on the glowing sigils etched into the altar before him, but his mind was miles away — tangled in shadows and secrets he dared not voice. He could feel it again, that pull deep in his chest — the bond that tethered him to a mate he had sworn to reject.

"I was chosen as tribute from my village pack. Brought to the citadel with other unmated females. The mate bond activated during the presentation." "And the Alpha King's reaction to discovering his mate was part witch?" Winter's chest tightened. "He didn't know I was part witch. Neither did I. He reacted to the bond itself. Kept me separate from the other tributes. Confined to a wing of the citadel." "Confined." Elder Maren leaned forward. "You mean imprisoned." "Yes. He didn't give me freedom to leave. But he also protected me when other wolves tried to harm me." "Protected" Elder Celia's tone made the word sound suspicious. "Or controlled."

"It's quite simple, really. The Alpha King is making his rounds next week. Raven can't afford any... embarrassing family drama right now. Everything has to appear perfect." My heart clenched painfully in my chest as the truth of her words sank in. Of course - it was all about appearances. When had it ever been about me? About our marriage? About the love we supposedly shared? Every gentle word, every seemingly supportive gesture, had been calculated to maintain the image of a perfect pack, a perfect Alpha pair. "He's always been so conscious of his position," Astrid continued, her voice dripping with false sympathy that made my skin crawl. "Especially given his... complicated history with yo

Was her company that good that Marcus could not go a day without seeing her,what charms had she cast him with. Alpha Marcus was ambitious and I likewise, with the union of the two most powerful packs in the eastside, our destiny to be crowned Alpha King and Queen would begin.Our marriage was arranged, but I had to sacrifice my mate for the crown. Dwayne was my fated mate but he lacked ambition and he was just a beta, so I chose Marcus over him.I knew that this would hurt him but hoped the moon goddess would help him understand why. I knew that Dwayne would try to betray me, but I still had him under my leash.He just needed a little motivation.

It was just the two of us and I loved Kian more than anything else in the world. It was all bearable because I had my son. And I had thought that if I just laid low, all would be even more bearable. That’s what I really thought, living in a pack of uncultured wolves. But then my plans went over my head when Alpha Axel, the rogue King, laid his eyes on me. The infamous Alpha had a deep-end reputation of fucking every female species that met his fancy and I had somehow, unfortunately fallen into his line of sight. Deigning me worthy to be used by him, he wanted to make me his mistress.