Outcast The Alpha Kings Beloved Novels & Stories

He tilted his head, flicking his eyebrows in a manner that communicated he was right. "How is it that I'm hearing about them for the first time? I don't even know that man? Who are they? What do they want?" I rapped the questions with a squeezed face. I was lost, and felt disorganized within myself. "His name is Alpha Aldric. He is the most powerful Lycan King on the continent. Now, they're not one to make so much noise about it, but everything about them just... tells you how influential and powerful they are. And for this..." Oscar paused as he showed off the scroll in his hands.

The other was a younger male holding a loaded crossbow. ​Rogues. They were the lawless outcasts who survived on violence in the neutral territories. ​"An omega," the scarred leader murmured, stepping closer. He sniffed the air and smirked. "And she smells like a fresh royal rejection. Alpha King Kaelen’s scent is practically dripping off her. She’s just a discarded toy thrown out with the trash." ​"I am not a threat to you," I said. My voice was raspy, but it was steady. I didn't whimper. "I was banished by the Bloodmoon King. I am only passing through."

he shouted, turning away, but not before flashing me one last glare, muttering the word “Bitch.” Assbag. I turn to the Omegas around me and their eyes turned hostile, totally different from the fearful gazes they’d give me when I was once the Luna. I’m afraid I’ll be having a hard time working with these people. “Do you know, some rumors said that the Alpha King is here looking for the girl he met for three nights!” someone muttered. Carrying the pack’s laundry as well as mine from my room, I stop on my way peaking at the sight of two Pack members giggling to themselves.

For a long time, he typed, deleted, and retyped, but never hit send. By the time the entire pack of cigars was gone and the smoke thinned into the night, he closed his eyes and finally sent a single message: [Three days from now, there's the Alpha gathering. I'll be bringing Lilith as my companion. I've arranged a servant's pass for you. Behave yourself, and don't cause trouble.] … At the grand Alpha banquet, Alexander arrived with Lilith on his arm, every inch the devoted protector. Only when the Alpha King appeared did he finally tear his gaze away from her and raise his glass in salute.

I couldn't get him out of my head. The more I stared at the brothers' eyes, it felt like I could see him. “Can you tell us about this Damon?” Devin asked inquisitively. “Sure,” I answered, clearing my dry throat. “He is the king of all Alphas.” “He is an Alpha King.” “Yes.”

I slammed my fists on the desk. “I have his name, Alpha. He is called Felix, the outcast alpha of the Redwood Pack. He was dethroned and banished from his pack under serious charges. He used to be an alpha so it’s obvious that he could easily raise a pack of rogues.” Clayton told me. I glared him, every single fibre in my body wanted to strangle him. “And you are telling me this now?” I growled at him and he immediately submitted seeing my anger.

It seemed to have been a long time since anyone was last allowed into the Alpha King’s castle. That just made me all the more nervous. What if people didn’t like me? What if they thought I wasn’t worthy of all this praise and affection? I had already heard the rumours circulating that the Alpha King’s new wife was a witch in disguise and she had bewitched the king into loving her. How else would anyone explain how the cold-hearted Alpha King suddenly turned into a caring and devoted husband, after he supposedly slaughtered all his previous conquests? “Are you ready, m’lady?” the butler asked.

SOFIA My fingers dig into the bark of the ancient oak as the Moonridge Pack assembles below. The Alpha's Hunt—a tradition older than memory, where mated pairs prove their unity before the entire pack. My stomach churns, but not from nerves about the hunt itself. It's Andrew, my mate and Alpha of the Moonridge Pack. I watch him stride through the crowd with the easy confidence of an Alpha, even if his pack barely commands respect among the greater territories. When I'd first met Andrew Grafton three years ago, that confidence had been intoxicating. Enough to make me walk away from everything I'd once been.

None of those stories made sense to Aurora. She believed the king was a selfish bastard that enjoyed bleeding everyone's pocket dry. They had to pay taxes that got higher and higher every year and all the money went back to their evil king. The people of the village became poorer and their evil king became richer. For survival, most had to be thieves to provide for their large families. These poor individuals were imprisoned if they couldn't afford to pay their taxes. The villagers lived in fear of their king. No one was brave enough to utter profanity against him.

** “It’s about the King Alpha’s pack. Ever since you left there, things have been... strange. He closed the gates, preventing anyone from leaving. And they say he’s completely... lost his mind.” A shiver ran down my spine. The King Alpha was a cold man but had always maintained a facade of control. This description felt surreal to me. “Lost his mind? What are you talking about, Jennie? What happened?” I asked, leaning forward in the bathtub, my heart starting to race. Jennie hesitated but continued: “They say that during the day, many people are being killed. He’s turned into a true butcher, a ruthless killer. It seems something happened to completely destabilize him. Many are saying he unco