One-night Stand With The Alpha King Novels & Stories

Marlowe spent the next several hours bent over parchment with Serah, carefully wording an offer that balanced mercy with enough authority to feel genuine rather than desperate, and by the time the sun had climbed fully overhead, riders were already dispatched in every direction, carrying word of the king's offer to villages and outposts scattered across Blackwood territory. It was late afternoon when the first response came, not through a rider, but through a single, frightened young wolf who appeared at the palace gates alone, hands raised, requesting an audience with the king himself. Kellan brought him before Ronan and Marlowe in the war room, and the young man's hands trembled visibly as

“It’s not what you think.” Tears blur my vision as he leans closer, his breath hot against my face. “Do you know what I do to whores, Leona?” he growls, the smell of alcohol hitting my nostrils. “Please, Alpha King. I just…” “What? I heard you. You—” he was about to say when he growls, then suddenly he staggers back, a growl tearing from his chest. His grip loosens, and I drop hard to the ground.

Her voice remained calm, but her eyes burned. "If you hired these two men because you wanted to see me beg for a mate, you've wasted your money." She said before turning to leave. Before she could take another step, Dominic reached out and caught her wrist. The contact made her freeze. "I don't play games." His voice was quiet, but it carried through the room. "And your sister could never afford to pay me." A faint smirk appeared on his face. "I'm the Alpha King." Lyra stared at him, then she burst into laughter.

Just appalled horror. And then Ragnar turned to them and lifted his hand. “Let it be known!” he shouted. “The rebellion ends today. Freya of the North is mine!” Gasps and screams echoed around her. She could barely hear it. Her world was spinning. She was exhausted. Drained. Dying. One man shouted, “No!” Another sobbed, “She did it for us!” Freya stayed on her knees, head bowed, chest heaving despite the severe exhaustion. When an Omega is marked by an Alpha. They lose consciousness for days. And the beast who just marked her wasn't just an Alpha. He was a dominant Alpha. Royal blood. The strongest and most lethal Alpha King.

"This is wonderful, Juliana." I thanked him, and we dropped the discussion about the event. He seemed uninterested, as was I. However, while I was in the kitchen over the next few days, word had spread across the Moonlight Pack that The Alpha King was hosting an invitational to find himself a chosen mate. Gathered groups of gossipers were everywhere I looked. There wasn't a hallway or section of the restaurant where I didn’t hear someone mentioning the party. Moonlight members were abuzz with rumors and conjecture about what kind of mate he'd pick. Nobody that I knew had any idea about the Alpha King's taste, but it sounded like they had an opinion of who he should choose.

I informed him with a cold voice. He shuddered at the tone of my voice, but he tried to be stubborn. “No, I want—” “Then leave my presence before you regret coming here to waste time.” I replied coldly. His eyes widened slightly, and he shook his head frantically. “No, I didn't….” Then he released a sigh of defeat. “Fine.” He gritted through clenched teeth. “The Alpha King, Alpha Knox Blackwood, has found his mate,” he declared.

“Do you have any idea what time it is? What you’ve done? The Alpha arrives in less than an hour and you… you disappear all night like some common whore!” I stepped past him into the foyer, chin held high despite my racing heart. “Where I was is none of your business.” He grabbed my arm hard enough to leave fingerprints, yanking me back around to face him. “Everything you do is my business until you’re signed over to the Thornwick Pack! The Alpha is coming today. Today, Isla! You will be on your absolute best behavior. You will smile. You will curtsy. You will be grateful for the honor he’s—”

I drift toward the edge of the reception area near the lake, champagne in hand, trying to breathe through the discomfort of too many memories, too many questions in familiar eyes. Wolves in designer suits and couture gowns cluster in groups, their laughter bright and effortless. I catch fragments of conversation—mergers, territory expansions, and whispers about the new Alpha King being in attendance. His coronation photos circulated through every pack territory just months ago—ruthless, cold, powerful. The kind of Alpha who commands respect through presence alone. The crowd shifts, and that's when I feel it—a pull, sharp and undeniable. I look up. Across the reception area, through the clust

It has been worth every penny spent to be with Amanda, but now I wanted more. I wanted her trembling beneath me again, my hands gripping those delicate hips, her legs closing around my waist, trembling as she comes on my cock, my teeth at her throat, not to hurt her, but to claim her, to make sure no other male ever touched what was mine. .... “Morning, Alpha Knox. Your next meeting is here.”

It says The Alpha King in the picture because I'm currently trying to get the book title switched to that! For anyone confused about why there are two different names. Happy New Year!!