Taming The Cursed Alpha King 소설 & 이야기

“If you want her back… step down. Give up the crown as alpha king.” The words hit like claws to the gut. He saw it. He saw the rage spike in my eyes. He saw the way my jaw locked. And he still kept smiling. “Tell the council I’ll make a better Alpha King. Tell them you were never meant for the throne. Step down… and you’ll have her back” he clicked his tongue almost amused. “Refuse, and accidents happens all the time. Pretty girls vanish every day.” I slammed him harder into the wall. The sound echoed like thunder. “You think I’ll ever bow to you?”

He was silent for a moment, not a single person in the room dared to make a noise until he spoke. “I am the Alpha King of the Werewolves, chosen by the Moon Goddess herself, my name is Kael, will you do me the honor of breaking my curse?” It honestly didn’t sound like he was asking more like demanding. Kael. That was a nice name, and obviously respected. Finding a little confidence, I used my hands to grip at the fabric of my robes. “Before I accept, may I know the curse?” My head was still looking down, but I could hear the silence in the room following after my voice. It was unsettling and bone chilling.

My mouth found her and the rest of the sentence turned into a sound that scared three birds out of a nearby branch. Seventeen days I had wanted to do this without hurry. Without curses, without fever, without urgency. Just this: on my knees before her, her thighs trembling against my cheeks and her fingers burying themselves in my hair while the entire forest filled with sounds that would have made a wolf in heat blush. The Lycán King, the most powerful of all alphas, the one who tore off heads and made packs tremble, on his knees over wet leaves giving oral to his woman against an oak.

I demand, voice trembling but sharp. He steps closer. The cavern trembles beneath him. “Everything. Your blood, your power, your throne. Nothing less.” Kaelen growls low. “She’s not just power. She’s mine. You touch her, you die.” The King laughs. Low, cruel, like a predator savoring its prey. “Mine? Oh, Alpha… I am the King. Everything is mine. And that includes her.” A wave of rage floods through me. My wolf rages. My silver eyes flare until the crystals shatter light across the cavern. “You’ll never touch me!” I roar.

"Yes, he did tell me. I don't know if I can borrow some clothes and a few items for the new maid quarters where I will be staying, since I don't have anything I brought from my pack. Since... I'm a wolfless omega." I whispered slowly. I had never hated my situation the way I hated it right now, being powerless and living on people's mercy. "Don't worry, everything you need will be sent to your new quarters, where you will be staying." He replied, his gaze not leaving mine, which made me feel quite unsettled. "The alpha king is a good man, and I don't know how to say this, but he has suffered a lot, and he carries a curse carved into his very soul since he was born."

He grunted, pulling back before driving deep inside me again. I muffled every cry, locking my jaw tight as he began thrusting in a fast, punishing rhythm, aggressively taking my body. He gathered my long hair into a tight fist and pulled it back like a leash while his heavy pelvis smashed against me over and over. The raw burning consumed everything. I wanted to scream, but the black suppression collar left me too weak to fight an Alpha King. All I could do was grip the edge of the desk and take the hard thrusts in silence while he had his way with me. “This is your life now,” he grunted, his large palms clamping onto my waist so tightly his fingers dug into my bruised flesh. “You thought yo

The forest of the cursed held haunted creatures, from the myths of the Blood Moon Pack to the nine packs under the Alpha King's rule, but I was an exception of these unique, cursed creatures. At night, they—the acclaimed cursed ones—would lurk at the dangerous trees, whistling in the air for their mates and families alike to join them and feast on unsuspecting werewolves who drove there at night. The one that rules supreme is the cursed one of us all. We call him the Beast, but it's no secret that it is Ragal, the one and only Alpha King. I hated the fact that he was king both of the werewolves and the cursed kind. If word got out about the things he did there at night, heads will roll and t

The Alpha King himself stepped into the sanctuary, his eyes blazing with fury. "You think you can defeat me with this pathetic ritual?" he snarled, advancing toward them. Isabella stood her ground, the relic now pulsing with a steady, calm light. "Your reign ends here," she declared, her voice unwavering. "The curse is broken." The Alpha King lunged at them, but as he did, his movements slowed, his strength ebbing away. He stumbled, confusion and rage contorting his features. Daniel, now weakened but alive, managed to stand. "It worked," he whispered, a faint smile on his lips.

Gray hair painted his black hair despite his cold appeal, feelings of safe and familiarity came from him. "The blood of the late king Alejandro flows through you along with the curse. Melissa you are the Alpha and Micage you are the king, it is a title, a power meant for only one person but obviously the moon goddess had other plans and made you two to become one". "We already know all that story but not the curse. What curse are you talking about?", quick in getting his breathing under control Cage asked. "The curse of the balance. The curse of the Alpha King" He said not making any move to elaborate further.

She slammed her back against the wall hard enough to crack the wall. “Everything I did,” she hissed, face inches away, “I did for a reason. You hear me?” The woman choked, nails scraping at the hand crushing her windpipe. “Doctor Charles was digging too deep,” the Alpha growled. “Trying to break the King’s curse. Trying to save him. I couldn’t let that happen. So I had to silence him before he ruined my plan.” She leaned closer, lips brushing the woman’s ear. “Emilia? She spread her legs for the enemy. I was going to let the witch rip her soul out piece by piece. Because if she died, the King would lose control. His beast would take over. And his own people would put him down like the dog he