Taming The Cursed Alpha King Mga Nobela at Kwento

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

he said as he kissed the top of her head. They remained quiet for a while as he fought back the sleep. Layla was still worried, and he was wired to soothe her whenever she needed him to. He couldn’t sleep until she was okay. “What’s an Alpha King?” she whispered. “I am stronger than all the others because my bloodline is different. So I rule over many territories.” It was a simple way of putting it. There was no need to scare her with tales of who he really was. “So our child will be a prince or princess?”

A shudder rolled through his massive shoulders. “I don’t care what this curse is,” I said, stepping closer, so close now that I could feel the humid heat rolling off his body, sticky with sweat, blood, and ancient, malevolent magic. “You are mine, Kaiden Valen, Alpha King of Aethoria, you belong to me.” Another flash of emerald, this one stronger, brighter. His massive chest heaved. “Come back to me,” I whispered, desperate, raw. “Please.” The creature’s lips trembled, twisted between a snarl and something like pain.

Their boss scoffed as he walked closer to me. Now I had remembered who he was. He was the alpha, one of the alphas who had burnt down my pack. He was Alpha. Connor. “You murderer!!” I cried bitterly as I rushed him, punching his chest hard and all he did was laugh hard as his men joined him. He slapped me on my face as he sent me falling on the ground. “Pick her up and lock her in the van!!” He scowled. “No time to waste here. Finally we found the cure and with her, we can become more powerful.” He chuckled softly.

The Alpha angrily nodded and walked out of my door with his suitcase in his hands. White angel is the name of our pack. My father was supposed to be the Alpha till I was seventeen. Once I turned seventeen, I was supposed to perform some rituals to be able to become an Alpha, but due to the curse that the goddess placed on me and because of my hatred for her as well, I refused to take the oath of allegiance and there, the goddess rejected me as an Alpha. Sadly.. Not… That was exactly what I wanted to happen. “Damon, the girls are here” My gamma, Tunde, rushed into my office and informed me. He was my closest friend in the pack ever since I turned eleven “The Alpha wants you on base 9”

The Alpha King’s Runaway Mate . CHAPTER 3: first meeting . Mattel’s POV . "The kingdom bears the burden of a curse from the moon goddess, destined to claim the life of its heir before his thirtieth year unless he finds intimacy with his mate. His destined partner will be the object of his affection but will reciprocate with disdain, a being of low stature whom he longs to touch. She holds the cure to his affliction, yet remains forever out of reach. Only she can offer salvation to Mattel, the cursed one."

He had grown tired of the whispers and the judgment, longing for a chance to break free from the confines of his predetermined fate. But amidst this darkness, a flicker of hope had emerged. Malta had encountered the witches. They revealed to him a tantalizing possibility—a chance to transform from a rogue to a true Alpha King. They spoke of the Recessive Lion Pride, a mythical Were that held the power to lift the curse of his rogue status and unlock his true potential as the Alpha King. It was a path that offered him the love and acceptance he had yearned for all his life.

I just want the truth. "She's not the rightful heir," Warren says, wiping blood from his mouth with the back of his hand. His voice is ragged, bitter, and defensive. "Yes, the bloodline passes through her, but the Alpha King made a decree. The next rightful heir should be a male. And he happens to not have a male child, so he placed his Beta as the next in line. Which happens to fall to my father, and now... now it falls to me." The words hit me like physical blows.

His voice cajoled, while his hand continued their soothing motion. Gradually, the world came back into view. I stared into Coda's eyes, the black orbs lined with sympathy. “You're fine, Vi.” He murmured, pulling me into a hug. “There's no way she's leaving with him.” Coda declared, even as his hands caressed my back. “Coda, step away from his mate,” Alpha Thorne barked, his words laced with sudden anger. “But Dad,” “Coda, step away,” the man snarled his next whispered words. “Sentiment does not change tradition. You would know this if you were to become the next Alpha.”