Romans & histoires Sworn To The Alpha King

I needed to protect my shattered heart and reject him first. The coronation ceremony began with the elder holding the crown in his hand. Xander sat beside the former king. He cut his finger and mixed his blood with his dad's. "Do you, Alexander Jackson Black, vow to treat your people fairly with justice and kindness?" Do you swear to protect the werewolf clan with your life from any outside danger? "Do you promise to keep the kingdom safe and sound?" "Yes, I do." "Now I pronounce you Alpha Alexander Black, the new alpha king and the alpha of the Red Moon Pack."

"I swear to uphold the values of our kingdom, to serve with honor and integrity, to defend our people and our land with all my strength." One by one, the alphas echoed my words, their voices ringing out in unison, a testament to their commitment to our cause. Their faces were stoic, their resolve unwavering, as they pledged their allegiance to the kingdom and to me. As the last echo of their oath faded into the air, I placed a hand upon each of their shoulders, a silent acknowledgment of the bond that now united us. They rose to their feet, their expressions resolute as they prepared to address the assembled crowd.

Eli whispered under his breath. One of the strangers laughed softly, as if amused. “So fast,” he said. “As expected of the Alpha King.” Eli’s head snapped toward Kieran at that word again. Alpha King. That title didn’t make sense to him, but the way those men said it—like it meant something powerful, something feared—made his stomach tighten. Kieran didn’t respond. His posture had changed completely. Gone was the calm, unreadable expression from before. Now there was something sharper.

I’m about to get my virginity savagely taken from me in some twisted revenge. Alpha King Killian was the son of the Alpha of his kingdom. He’s now Alpha King because he rules both the humans and werewolves in this kingdom. My father was cruel to him. I know that. I hated that my father had slaves, I hated that he was cruel to everyone including me, and I hated that he breathed air while my mother was buried in a tomb in the royal cemetery. Killian and the rest of his people hate me. They see me as the monster's daughter that did unspeakable things to them. They don’t realize I was a victim just like them. No they don’t see that and they never will.

She could hardly feel her limbs. "If I remove my hand will u be quiet?" She tried to say something but remembered he couldn't understand her. Even if she screamed who would hear her anyway? Aurora nodded her head but he never let go of her mouth. "I'm here on behalf of the King who is willing to pay gold for you." He said.

Kyle growled, his brow furrowed. The man ignored him, pulling a badge from his coat—one carved with a golden wolf’s head. "By order of the Alpha King, Orion, I'm here for Althea." His cold eyes swept over the unnerved werewolves. "Our King is gravely injured and requires her healing." The Alpha King! A collective gasp swept through the room. The King of all North American packs. True royalty. The ultimate leader. His was a command no one dared to defy.

Then he added in a calm yet intimidating voice, “I am one of the five honorary Alphas of the Northern Kingdom, Alpha Rohan Bin Roshad of the Moon Shone Pack.” As he announced himself proudly in front of Jermaine, the Alpha King, it was as if everyone could feel like a cold wind was being pushed into their chests. It would definitely be difficult for those with lower rankings to endure the tightness they were feeling as the two Alphas faced each other. Sashal clenched the skirt of her dress, wanting to rip it off right about now. 'It is really him! F#ck!’