Mean King Novels & Stories

He’d gave up his status as the Mafia king when Metteo had turned twenty one as he was in no rush to leave education. He wanted to be a good business man first so he had the know how in the business world, he and Alora were both proud of his decision he’d calmed down a lot since his teenage days. He had finally got his head screwed on Gianni had taught him all there was to know about the Mafia world and what was expected of him when he finally took over the role of the Mafia king alongside his elder brother. He looked at Vallea, she seemed distracted. She’d changed since her disappearance to Italy could anyone else see it, but him? "So, what would you like to know princess?"

Always behind, and just behind. “But such place won’t be in your hands forever. Such glory is meant to fade. The respect and privileges would soon be gone the moment you become incompetent or useless. And more often than not, Kings are just mere figureheads...” I knew it. He would just be glorifying whatever position the other females in our family has. “The true power and glory, lies on who has made a mere human a king.” Nepotism? “Their advisers, the one who controls the strings – the Kingmaker.”

It was too quiet for my liking. Sol would definitely prefer it this way. That’s why my babbo wanted him to lead the family. Babbo was named the Mafia King. Sol took over when he died and now… there’s me. A woman who is leading one of the world’s biggest mafia. After making people know that the king was actually a queen, I thought for sure someone would dare come after me. Perhaps I have instilled fear too much after wiping out those scums. “What’s with that sigh, Cara?”

Kyle growled, his brow furrowed. The man ignored him, pulling a badge from his coat—one carved with a golden wolf’s head. "By order of the Alpha King, Orion, I'm here for Althea." His cold eyes swept over the unnerved werewolves. "Our King is gravely injured and requires her healing." The Alpha King! A collective gasp swept through the room. The King of all North American packs. True royalty. The ultimate leader. His was a command no one dared to defy.

Alden looked at him and then at his mother. Katherine found Alden's confusing and questioning eyes on her. She smiled and said, "Baby ! Meet him. His name is King. King aka WachiRawit Suwanmethanon, A Thai Businessman who shifted to the US at the age of 10, my friend but we lost our contacts when King went to pursue higher studies and got business in making his career and I suddenly got married to Daniel Cruz. But Now, he is here and we met once again in the countryside. He helped and supported me a lot".

The Alpha king was my…owner? What the heck?

His eyes were bright teal blue, complementing his striking platinum blonde hair. The door swung open, and I immediately got up as if I were doing something wrong. His second entered. “Your Majesty, I’ve been looking for you. Stop blocking my mind link.” “You sound like a nagging wife, Landon,” the king replied, to which Landon let out a huff. “Are you done with your breakfast? Enjoyed it? Good, because your captains are waiting.” His majesty chuckled. “I enjoyed it indeed.” I could feel his eyes on me throughout their conversation. “Clean this up, Cassia.” He let Landon pull him out of his chair as they both left.

Chapter 14 - She’s Identified Alpha Maxton arrived at the King’s Palace of the Northern Packs, and was greeted by Alpha King Janoer, a tall, broad shouldered man in his early thirties, with jet-black hair cut short on the sides and left slightly longer on top. His clean shaven jaw was strong, and his piercing blue eyes, framed by dark brows, held both authority and intelligence. He wore a tailored black suit with a crisp white shirt, the silver emblem of the Northern Pack was a howling wolf against a mountain backdrop, pinned to his lapel.

“No is no.” Mason chuckled. “You are cute when you try to act brave.” He commented, lifting her chin to look at him. “But it seems you don’t know who I am yet. Brownie.” He leaned in, his voice low and deadly. “My name is Mason King. Son of the Alpha king of the Everbite pack and soon to be Alpha. Brother to Darius King—the same Darius who can rip throats out without blinking, he thrives on pain, and I thrive on chaos.”

“An elite warrior is supposed to protect the king. In the future, the King will show himself once he gets a mate, but the elite warriors never show their faces. They stay close to the king keeping an eye on everyone around him to protect him.” I was devouring those spicy Ramen as though I had been starving for days. “Slow down!” Megan rolled her eyes, “You might choke to death, lady!” she slurped the remaining soup from her bowl. “I won't choke. I promise. But tell me something.” I placed my bowl down and licked my lips, “What’s the use of being a king when you need so much security around the clock? You are always busy on tours and visits but never have enough time to enjoy money or family