Outcast The Alpha Kings Beloved Novels & Stories

It was dark out and I could only hope that I was going in the right direction. Walking straight would lead me right to the borders of another pack. Magnus had constantly made it clear that the Alpha of the pack was a nice man and if anything would happen to our pack then he would gladly take us in. As I continued my escape, I prayed not to encounter rogues. From what I had read and heard, they were vile creatures with the need for revenge carved into their souls, who would kill anyone who crosses their paths. I only hoped the herbs Eve said would make me smell human enough would work. I didn't want to encounter the damn rogues.

After everything they did to him, all the ways they destroyed him, he didn’t want to return the pain. “ Because of you, Dad—Alpha Kingsley lost his pack members, his mate, his friends, his family…everyone he loved. And became this…” I pointed towards Dad. “ this man…who is betraying East because he can’t stand Lycan Kings anymore and will always see them as people who are not doing what they were born to do. ”

“You're welcome.” “By the way, what are you doing here? Is Kaleid in danger?” I looked at her with eagerness. Hopeful to hear the truth from her mouth. The woman, Alpha, smiled. “He is the Alpha King.” Hearing what she wanted to imply, the corner of my lips raised and my eyes brightened in delight. “Good... thank you...” I softly uttered.

“I made a few calls and was able to get some information. I found someone who could help us with the witch situation. He was from Demontes’ pack. He was banished for killing a witch and setting her on fire in their own coven. Freya wanted to kill him but thought it was much worse of a punishment if she left him facially deformed. Demontes banished him and rendered him a rogue and now he calls himself the Alpha King.” “So we just need to find this rogue king and have a word with him. Does he have a name he identifies with or just the title.” “He answers to the title but also identifies with the name Red.” I was ready to leave at that moment, I itched to find the said rogue because time was ru

It gets quiet at once. "This year, the Alpha Kings Summit will be held at Alpha Kings Ethan and Aiden Black Alder pack lands in South Carolina. As you know, it is the largest parkland to exist, as we are second. Each Alpha King from the United States as well as their Queens, Pack Alpha, Lunas, and a few servants will be in attendance. Five of you will step forward to serve your Alpha King", he says. He then looks at me, and I know I don't have a choice. I step forward, keeping my head down.

The strongest and most lethal Alpha King. Her vision blurred. She could barely breathe. The cage gates creaked shut. The beasts were drawn back. Ragnar had made his point. He didn’t need a massacre. He had something better... A symbol. A broken alpha-killer on her knees in front of him. He turned to her again and smirked. “Your people live,” he whispered. “For now. But remember, little omega...” He gripped her chin harshly, forcing her to look at him.

"Is there something wrong with that? I only drink two glasses. Nothing more." “You ran away because you wanted to drink?” he asked. And the effect of the alcohol was starting to weigh down on my body. Two glasses of that drink and I was already feeling hot. I wanted to strip off my t-shirt, leaving nothing but my underwear alone. The Lycan King's eyes narrowed. "With him?" he inquired as if he was disgusted. “Are you aware of the repercussions of your actions today?” “I am fully aware.” "My name is Alpha Oswald, Your Highness. One of the alpha of your neighboring pack. We met once during the monthly—"

Like it was sizing me up. I flexed my hand against the polished oak table, tapping my thumb once, slow and deliberate, against the grain. The sound echoed through the low murmuring of the gathered Alpha Kings. Every one of them sat tall, dressed in ceremonial black, silver crests glinting on broad chests. Some had beards like they’d walked out of an old legend. Others wore their scars like crowns. And all of them were older than me. Wiser? They’d say yes. I had other opinions. “Alpha Edward,” one of them said, in a voice so thin and cold. Osric of the Winterfang Pack. His Pack ruled the northern territories. Brutal lands. Brutal wolves. “You were speaking?”

He stepped up to the podium, looking out at the crowd with a calm, dominant gaze. "Good evening, everyone," Travis greeted them. "I’m glad you all made the time to attend this gala. I know the past few days have been messy for this pack. I’m aware of the rumors floating around the region. My wife was poisoned, and I was betrayed by an Elder I once considered a mentor." The room went silent, the guests leaning in. "But as you can see, we are still standing," Travis continued, his voice growing stronger. "I’ve never been the nicest Alpha in this region. Most of you know me as a monster, a man of cold law and blood. And I was... until I met my wife."

Ten more ticks and it would be over. Three. Two. One. The two minutes for The Objection culminated in songs of silence—agreement. To the forty-ninth tick, the Elder and council head started, "Noah Silverton, King of Utrif, Ksei of blood and moon, Carer of wolves and Alpha of all Alphas. Rise." His grave of a voice stumbled over the large crowd and echoed back with a blow of cheers. Despite telling himself he was more than capable of taking anyone on, a wave of relief went over Noah. He rose.