Novel & Cerita Salt King

Sarah said solemnly, “The free food, free education, and all the rest. It’s all thanks to Alpha Killian’s decision to reach across the world.” “Alright, I get it. He’s a saint.” I said, arms raised in surrender. “Oh no, he is far from a saint. The man is a bloodthirsty killer, and he is only 23 years old.” Sarah said with something reverent in her voice. “Bloodthirsty?” I asked, “How?” “As you are probably not aware, since you live under a rock,” she said in a lighthearted manner, “There have been packs that have tried to attack us, and he got rid of them- the Eclipse pack, for example.”

Damon pressed his finger to her lips, halting her rant immediately. "You are here because I chose you. From now on, you are my possession, mine to keep and mine to protect. You will stay by my side, Sarah...where my eyes can always reach you." Those words jogged back memories that made her stiffen as confusion logged itself deep within her soul. Everything that he said just now contradicted everything that she heard from everyone else. Protect? Damon Kalesto aka the Alpha King, doesn't protect anyone. All he does is kill, kill and kill.

Killian observed, his silver eyes tracking the boy's flawless footwork. "He already is," I smiled. "He just doesn't have the fur to prove it." A massive shadow detached itself from the archway of the deep catacombs, stepping out into the morning sun. Kaelen had not drowned in the Marianas Trench. Three weeks after the Skarn Queen’s neural link was severed, the First King had simply walked out of the Pacific Ocean and marched across the continent, returning to the Silver Moon covered in salt, dried volcanic ash, and victory.

I was nineteen again, losing her for the first time. The scent of her perfume still lingered in the air—sweet, new, with a tangy touch of citrus. Liza. Sin. The only woman ever to have me by the throat with one look. And now? She was now someone else's wife. I stood before the mirror. The face it showed didn't show the man everyone called a billionaire. Or the President of the Vikings MC. It showed the boy who'd grown up in an orphanage, the boy who had nothing, until one girl made him believe that he had everything.

I wrapped my legs around him, feeling his excitement growing. His mouth covered mine, his lips soft and wet with the ocean. The salt water flavored his kisses, giving him a new taste that I could never hope to get enough of. I licked my lips, tasting his salt water kisses. This is what heaven was like. He pulled me closer, our skin pressing together so that not even a single drop of water could fit between us. He was so warm and strong, my insides melting with fresh want. I would have taken him right there. I would have let him fill me and let my body sing his praise, but an old married couple was walking down the beach.

Alpha Harold greets me with his usual warm smile and, as always, it has me fighting back my tears at how such little kindness makes me feel. Alpha Harold has been the Alpha to the Green Rock pack for the last 25 years and is one incredible Alpha. He runs a brilliant pack and shows every single member of his pack nothing but love and kindness, and I have no doubt that if he knew what my dad was doing to me, he would lose his shit. There have been so many times that I have wanted to tell him,, there have even been moments where I have been standing outside his office door ready to knock, but then my dad's words would always ring loud in my head stopping me from doing it.

I grab his asset and fuck! I step back in fear, breaking the kiss, and in the end, Santino ends up knocking my lip. My hand feels my lips that feel raw. Some blood stains my finger where he bit me. “Fuck you!” “Are you sure? That you want to do that? ‘Cause you chickened out the moment you felt my dick. I did warn you not to test me, Samantha. I am the dragon king. I am way much bigger than your average human being.” He smirks, and fuck, he can be just as cocky as Maximo if he wanted to. I finally conclude that Santino is dangerously ruthless, and he knows I am scared of the monster in his pants.

She should not do that to him in font of Higher King and his brothers. “Father, it’s okay. I’m fine. No harm was done.” Colden instantly went to him and pleaded with him not to punish Salisha. “You are a piece of whore who mustn't show affection to any alpha kings in public. You must be in the Dungeon!” Higher King Oswald turned his head to the guards. Salisha brought her knee down on the ground. It did not matter if it had tiny rocks that could pain her knee. “Father…” King Lightning Raiden went in front of Salisha. “She’s just a lady who had admiration for King Ice. We can’t avoid such things happening.”

And at the center of it all, undefeated, untouchable, was Kane Shawn. Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious.

Once the city is in a distant view we come to a place with thousands of corals of all colours, “this place is beautiful.” “I’m afraid it’s a graveyard of all the people we lost fighting the last war with the witches” he tells me. It’s no wonder he didn’t want to fight, by the looks of it, his people were slaughtered. We walk through the graveyard and he stops in front of a the biggest coral which is made up of the most vibrant blue, green and pink colours. The sight truly takes my breathe away. King Salazar knelt down at the grave “my two sons and my wife lay to rest here. My wife and I were together for over 500 years. Did you know mermaids can live thousands of years?”