My Secret Wolf King Novels & Stories

Part 3 "King Andre Bastion Smith, a figure of regal authority and grace, stands as the revered Wolf King, the supreme leader of all wolf packs spread across the vast and diverse expanse of the United States. With deep-set, piercing eyes and a commanding presence, he carries the burden of leadership at the age of thirty-three, though whispers circulate in the shadows about his ongoing quest to find his fated mate. The grand castle they call home, a magnificent structure steeped in history and surrounded by sprawling forests, is not only a residence but also a symbol of their lineage and power. Within its walls, the Royal Smith family continues to live, each member bearing their own legacy of

"Did I do something embarrassing last night while I was drunk?" I watched him getting flustered. He cleared his throat. "N-Nothing specifically." "Oh." Why do I feel like he was lying to me? "But my wolf said I did something that made you happy, Your Majesty?" I asked, unsure. I remembered my wolf's words the moment I woke up. "She said that it is a secret between you two..." I almost puked from those words. Secret? My wolf could even have a secret from me? His Majesty opened his mouth then curled up a smirk. He chuckled afterward even though his face was already red.

“After I met my first mate, and he was killed, I left the family business. And I hired an assistant. He was the one who decided what jobs I took. I relied on his moral compass to make sure that the kills I was doing were justified. Because, after meeting my mate, I realized not all wolves were bad. Some were just trying to fit in and survive.” “When I met Wyatt, your king, he awakened my wolf. And that terrified me. I couldn’t begin to fathom living with her when I had tried so hard to kill her. I fought it hard. And then I gave up.” I grinned at Tank. “Ask Wyatt sometime. I think that he was on pins and needles for a long time, trying to figure out if I was going to bolt again.

"If I were to die here, your secret will be exposed. I've already arranged everything in the event of my death." A range of emotions flickered across his face, as though he were weighing the pros and cons. A long while later, he finally released me and said, "What do you want?" My lips curved into a smile. "To live. I want everyone from the Greyridge pack to live." He scoffed and sneered, "Just based on that one sentence alone?" Locking eyes with him, I nodded. "Yes, with that one sentence alone. I can take this secret to the grave with me, or I can reveal it to the entire werewolf world. Your choice, My King."

“You are going too fast.” Wylan blushes. “The King of Alkhemi had her in his grasp for close to a century. She was hidden in a secret compartment of his glorious mansion, never to be traced by anyone and never to see the light in the sky. King Rome was only able to seize her from him when he sent the wolves to invade the Grand Alkhemi earlier today. They sniffed her out, because of your familiar scent. And the wolves have brought her back to you.” A smile lights up his face. “They will do anything for the Alpha's Que—”

Xavier is trying to deviate from that path and I will not allow it. Our existence must be kept a secret, and he must be the next Alpha King. It's the only way I can keep him safe, and the only way I can keep our secret safe too. He will be what he was meant to be, nothing more and nothing less. "We're here sir." I nod, grab the latch, and open the door. The sun hits me fully on the face and my wolf lets out its satisfaction at the warmth. My nose is filled with the smell of wolf and human alike and I frown.

========== Misha sank back into his chair, gazing into space, as his father linked his Luna and strode out of the audience room to do what he always did when he was especially excited. Red wolf? But…that’s not possible, Misha mused. His face darkened as he remained seated. The fallen princess…is a red wolf? If that’s the case…then…what of her father? And if THAT is the case…then…how long has Lightmoon kept such a thing a secret? And…what other secrets lie within that pack? As his mind continued to work, he pulled his left leg up, placing his boot on the edge of the chair, resting in a very un-majestic pose.

Show them… show them this…’ And then I showed him the thing no one else knew. The secret tunnel out of my personal chambers. The only escape and entrance that hadn’t been discovered by the humans—because no other wolves knew of it. It was passed from King to King, and only to the King. Because the Kings were chauvinistic bastards. But it was time for that to be over.

“Ah, Bridget, it is a realm hidden deep within our territory. A place where nature’s bounty flows freely, untouched by the human world. It is a secret gem, known only to our kind.” Bridget’s eyes sparkled with curiosity, and she stepped closer to her father. “Tell me more, Father. What makes this kingdom so special?” Cyrus paused, his gaze distant as he recalled the kingdom’s wonders. “It is a land of plenty, my dear. The cows there produce milk as rich as the moonlight, and the rivers carry flecks of gold in their waters. Our pack’s influence extends far beyond the confines of our forest, and this kingdom is a testament to the ancient werewolf secrets we’ve safeguarded for generations.”

I’ve done everything to get her attention but she never budged, only got irritated. Maybe, I had to do something mature to make them see me less of a kid. The Dark Wolf King. That's what had everyone freaked out lately. Alerion kept having these secret meetings about it. Caius researching like a mad scientist on a deadline. Even Zane, the clown was being serious too. If I could find real information. I'd heard Alerion mention a hideout once. Somewhere in the old mining district where the Dark Wolf King's people were hanging out. He'd said it when he thought I wasn't paying attention.