Redeemed By The Alpha King Novels & Stories

The returning Alpha King stepped forward at that. His voice was low. Controlled. “It has started.” The King snapped his gaze to him. “Explain.” A pause. Then— “The final alignment,” the returning Alpha King said quietly, “is not a battle phase.” Aria’s stomach tightened. “It’s recalibration.” The word landed wrong. Not comforting. Not technical. Existential. The returning Alpha King continued, eyes still lifted toward the fractured sky. “The prophecy was never predicting a war outcome,” he said. “It was predicting a structural correction.”

“What’s going on?” He snorted wryly. “You seriously don't know?” He looked ahead of us again. “First appearance of the Alpha King in months.” He dropped his voice to a low, conspiratorial whisper. “It’s been said that he had been captured and imprisoned by rogues all this time.” Alpha King, I think I remembered this title. The cold-blood and indifferent alpha, who had nothing to do with me. He swung over an affronted look. “He was tortured and poisoned to keep him weak. You think it’s easy to subdue the superior strength of an Alpha King? It’s why we Moonlighters rightfully hate those rogue bastards.”

Had she been kidnapped? "It's dangerous, Isabella." Ralph's eyes rested on her, boring deep into her eyes. "By now, news must have gone round that there is a new maid for the alpha. If anyone lays hands on you, their interest will center around forcing out information about the alpha—information you know nothing about—or holding you for ransom. Trust me, the pack will pressure Dam—Alpha Damon into paying whatever they ask." Isabella's heart flipped. Now she understood why Iora stood against the idea of coming to the pack in search of the maid position.

I thought she would at least tell her brother that she was the one that requested for me but she didn’t say anything and now I am going to face a very angry alpha king. Alpha Benardo is the alpha of the crimson moon pack and is known to be ruthless and unforgiven. Not only was he an alpha but he was king too. Many years ago, his forefathers had settled on the hills of Crimson and built a community that quickly grew wide and over the years, the royal family, as they came to be known, ruled the pack that grew in numbers to the point of becoming a whole kingdom which also became so powerful that no other packs stood a chance. Benardo took over as king at a very young age after his father was ki

“Like I mentioned earlier Alphas, all purchased items can be redeemed backstage and we also do offer delivery services too. Now on to the next item on the list, this….” He kept on talking but I couldn’t be bothered to listen as I tuned him out. Placing my chin on my upturned palm, I sighed in boredom. This was not my scene at all but as the Alpha King I had to show up as these people had made it their life’s mission to invite me every year despite the fact that I was clearly uninterested and that I never engaged in their “auction” by buying anything.

Adeline The Alpha announced his judgement, which was my execution and for a moment, I felt horrified, but then, I realised death was not a bad thing; it was going to be my passage away from the torment I had faced on this earth, and I would finally get to see my parents. I smile at the Alpha, for to him, it was the greatest punishment, but to me, he was saving me. I willingly gave the guards my hands, which they bound before they led me back to the cell.

the Alpha told him but I could still see a sign of suspicion on his look. The Alpha could not take it anymore with the king. Perhaps, it was time to talk to the King in the language that he understands. He was not going to pet words for the royalty, not anymore. "It seems to me, oh, king!...that you weren't listing when I said Bradly has been killed," said the Alpha. "As I'm talking to you right now, Bradly is dead...his carcass is somewhere in the open where his body and that of his soldiers are been devoured by wild unmerciful animals."

The Moon Blessing Ceremony, six months ago—a sacred event where the Alpha traditionally opens the dance with his mate as a public sign of unity. I spend weeks preparing. A new midnight-blue gown that brings out my eyes, my hair pinned with the silver wolf-claw ornaments that belonged to Andrew's grandmother. I tell myself this will be the beginning of healing between us, that maybe seeing me dressed for him will remind Andrew of what we once had. The pack gathers in the ceremonial clearing, moonlight casting everything in ethereal silver. The music swells, haunting and beautiful, and the crowd parts to create a path for the Alpha to cross to his mate.

“No, no, no. It’s impossible!” I read the title and untied the knot of black ribbon; my mind was still not ready to accept this reality. The records related to the Alpha King were burnt after his unfortunate defeat by King Edgar Bradley; he didn’t let a single wolf of the Mystic Shadow Pack survive. No one could escape from the deadly claws of that bloodthirsty monster, so who had the miracle of saving this scroll in the library of this clan? Anyway, giving in to my escalating curiosity, I tried to focus on the words written on the scroll. My eyes welled up to see the handwriting of my hero.

His tone shifted, almost gentle, as he spoke. "But I promised my little princess,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, “that not a single drop of Crimson Pack blood would be spilled. And I, Alpha King Albert, keep my promises. I won’t touch a single soul here. You’re all fortunate...because my daughter loves this pack more than her own father.” His eyes held a strange mix of pride, regret, and a faint sorrow that made Selena’s own eyes sting. “But that won’t stop me from claiming my revenge,” Albert continued, his voice chillingly resolute. He turned his gaze to the royal family members from Euphoria, his expression hardening once more. “So, to the royals of Euphoria, I offer you