Reclaimed By The Alpha King Novels & Stories

Her fingers diving into her pussy to pleasure her was too much for me to handle and she just had to go ahead and call another fucking man’s name. She had a trashy taste in men. She was such a hottie, why was she like this? Why pick trash all the way? “ Alpha. ” He sighed, grabbing my attention. “ What the fuck now? ” I hissed, snapping my gaze to his face. “ The Alpha King is becoming bolder by the day. He might even try to shake hands with humans to take us down. He is desperate to get Luna back somehow. ” Dixon informed in a grim tone.

"But mark my words, alpha. This is far from over. I will find Hera, and I will bring her home. And when that day comes, your reign will crumble, and justice will prevail." With that final declaration hanging in the air, Adrien stepped back, his body tense with restraint. The alpha, seemingly unfazed by the physical confrontation, observed him with an unsettling calmness, an unspoken understanding passing between them. They both knew that their paths would cross again, and the ultimate clash between love and power would determine the fate of those entangled within their grasp.

Regardless of the rogues' best efforts, it was evident that they were not fit for the alpha. The alpha rushed forward with a ferocious snarl, his jaws locking over the throat of the surviving rogue, finishing the conflict in a burst of blood and anger. Breathing heavily, the alpha stood over his opponents' dead bodies, his chest heaving with the effort. As he stared down at his fallen opponents, his eyes sparkled with a vicious triumph, his control over the pack reinforced. He carried the two rogues out of his borders and returned to where he left Luna. When Luna saw Alpha’s terrified look, she got scared. Alpha recognized that and tried to come her down. He urged her to go back to the packh

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.

Seeing that the Alpha was bent on carrying out the Lycan King's order, many of them began to retreat, except the Beta. He had a smile on his face, "It's fine if you take mine. As long as everyone survives," he said in a low voice. However, the Alpha walked past him and swiped his claws twice. In seconds, he went back to the Lycan King, holding two heads- that of the Gamma and Delta. "Oh? You killed one more?" the Lycan sounded amused. "They are a disgrace to their position. They need not see the light of day," Alpha Frederick said, trying his best to maintain a calm look.

I was giggling so loud I could be heard from a thousand miles. “I missed you so much, babe,” he cooed, wetting my neck with kisses. “God, you don’t know how much I missed kissing you.” “Me too,” I mumbled. “I couldn’t sleep, I was so worried. What happened to the Alpha King?” “He’s still out there. But his wolf left him in the middle of the fight so he’s worthless now. He can’t harm anyone even if he wanted to. He’s as good as dead.”

With a mighty lunge, I sank my fangs into Alpha Alfred’s throat, tearing it open. He let out a final, gurgling snarl before collapsing, his lifeblood pouring onto the forest floor, as he shifted back to his human form. I stood over his body, my chest heaving, blood dripping from my jaws. I had done it. Alpha Alfred was dead, his reign of terror ended. With a howl that echoed through the trees, I announced the victory, the sound carrying through the forest to my pack. I had reclaimed my home, my pack, and my rightful place as Alpha King.

I was fed with revenge and loathing against love, bond, and everything around me. ‘I should not think about Elizabeth anymore. I did what I could to exact revenge on Max and that ugly Elaina.’ “Forget about that. How’s the preparation for finding the Alpha King?” “We are all ready, Alpha.” “Great. During my fight, do your best to find him. With this, I can fulfill my father’s promise to his friend.” “The Alpha King belongs to the Oak Walkers Pack. Do you think he will rebuild his pack that was assassinated by Philip’s father?”

He gasped, claws dragging uselessly through the dirt, his life bleeding away. Finally, I drove my claws down with one final, crushing strike to his chest. He went still. Silence fell over the southern wing for a heartbeat. Then the roars of my warriors returned, victory rising through the camp, the sound of the Rogue Alpha dead, his army crumbling without its leader. I stood over him, chest heaving, blood dripping from my fur, muscles trembling with adrenaline. Every warrior in the southern wing knew the truth now: The Alpha King had not only survived the traps…

he shouted, trying to kick Alpha Seymour. I had the same question as him. Alpha Seymour looked at him with nothing but coldness in his eyes. Far from his hospitality before, I cannot see the man who welcomes us in his woods. “ This is a war of the Tri-Alpha. Alpha King is dead and our deal is off. He didn’t transform into his wolf form. Heiress Victoria Erebus is mine and the warriors are all mine to lead.” Alpha Zac and Alpha Riley trash against the warriors holds. “ You fucking piece of shit! Heck. You planned all of this, aren’t you?! You want her and the warriors all by yourself!”