Taming The Cursed Alpha King 소설 & 이야기

she screamed at me and just as I raised my hand to hit her, she vanished and there was no one before me again. I wasn’t disturbed though, because I had her wings and she was now alone. I destroyed her kingdom and her queen was dead. The curse was definitely never going to work and I was still the most powerful alpha in the whole realms to exist. I was the one that emerged with victory as always and that was the only thing that mattered to me… power. “Come on, I have a dinner meeting to get to” I said to Cillian and together with my guards and warriors, we all marched to the cars that waited at the outskirts of the witches kingdom.

He is the only White wolf, a blessing of Moon goddess and was named the Great Alpha Alistair Vane but a full moon night changed his fate and stripped him away from the title. Now he is just Alistair Vane, the king of Lycanor Kingdom, an abomination of his pack. Even so, compared to the other wolves, every emotion heightens within him on full moon, including the need but no matter how much sex he had with Maeve, he cannot be satiated because she is not his mate. He gave a look at the sleeping woman beside him and sat up, feeling the restlessness grow inside him and got down the bed, walking towards the window.

Felix came up and stood beside Calhoun, he collected the blood-stained sword from him. "My king... I... I never expected that you would kill her." Felix said. "I never expected that." "I am Calhoun Montego, I am the Alpha king of the Wisteria pack. I fear nobody." Calhoun announced. "And I'm not a respecter of anyone too. So if you are going to stand against me, ensure that you can manage my wrath." "My king, don't threaten them. They are already afraid-"

Children peeked out from behind their mothers, their small faces dirty but bright with wonder. For a heartbeat, Alaric stood still among them, the hero they thought he was. But the warmth pressing toward him made his curse twitch beneath his skin. It came alive, a dark pulse under his veins hungry, eager. He stepped back sharply. “Stay back.” His Beta, Edric Thorne, raised his hand at once. “No one touches the Alpha!” as he struggled to push them back stopping them from touching the Alpha, he knew what could happen and how quickly victory could turn to sorrow.

Atrocious replied, rubbing an orb on the armrest of his chair. "Reveal? What do you have to reveal?" Draco raised an eyebrow, realizing that it must be serious if Atrocious was acting this way. Atrocious was never one to think or worry so much about anything and when he does, it meant it was something to be taken very seriously. Atrocious sighed heavily, picked up the orb, and muttered a spell. The orb became surrounded by a mist of emerald color, and an obscure figure appeared within it. "It's a curse. Your brother, the Alpha King, is cursed."

he whispered, his voice cold, dangerous. Hecate's smile did not waver. She tilted her head, her dark eyes meeting his. "I say the same to you, my king," she murmured. "You are mine now. Forever." The tension between them crackled like lightning, a storm barely contained. Maddox was a dangerous Alpha wolf, a man who had been cursed and broken and rebuilt. But standing there, in the candlelight, with Hecate's hand in his, he realized something. She was a dangerous Alpha wolf too.

Something shifted violently across Kael's face, the calm draining away, replaced by something dark and furious. His voice dropped low, almost a growl. "I am Alpha Kael. The first among my kind, and the mightiest of them all. I do not fall in love with anyone. I will not fall for love under any circumstance, and I shall never fall in love! Remember that, and find your peace in it." He clapped Lucas once on the shoulder, and walked away without another word.

I squeezed my eyes shut, and those annoying dual-coloured eyes flashed in my mind, and I groaned, massaging the back of my neck. What do I do now? I needed to start hating him the way I used to. Why wasn't the curse doing anything now? It was supposed to make me hate him even more. "Did your master kick you out?" I froze at the sound of a familiar voice behind me. Pivoting on my heels, I came face to face with him, and sure enough, there he was. The Alpha King. He wore a long black coat draped over a crisp white suit, the top buttons of his shirt left undone to reveal the royal pendant hanging against his exposed chest. His blond hair caught the breeze, and his hands were casually buried in

Caeldric He was the eldest son of the Veyrden Alpha, and he had just ordered a girl he claimed to care about to keep a cursed king calm. Twice in three days, her presence had eased the curse. Twice, I had wondered whether someone had told her to do it, and she had stood in my study and said that the Veyrdens were no longer her family. In all the time we had spent in the same room, she had never once told me that her pack was still pressuring her. I lowered the letter and looked at her. She was watching the page in my hand, and for the first time since the pitchers had fallen, she looked truly afraid.

Dablo instructed again. He leaned down to Knox height. “For every of our kind you have sold,” he paused. “Alpha King… I swear I will do anything… please… please don't kill me,” Knox begged the moment his gaze lowered to the silverwhip. Just five strokes of the whip and he would join his ancestors. “I won't kill you, Alpha… no, you don't deserve to be an Alpha,” with that, he raised the whip and lashed it hard on Knox like all the hatred in him was poured into that one lash.