Taming The Cursed Alpha King 소설 & 이야기

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 mean, he didn't tell you when he was fucking Mara, did he? Of course he didn't. And like some understanding little wife, you're going to take him back while he goes around fucking whoever he wants. That's how it works with Alphas, sweetheart. They get their needs met, and you smile and pretend it doesn't bother you." He steps closer. I take a step back, my back already hitting the edge of the table. Before I can find any space to run, he pins me against it with his body, one hand braced on the wood beside me, the other gripping my waist in a bruising hold. "You could do it too… y'know," he murmurs, voice low and filthy, his breath hot against my ear. "Get down on your knees right here and

“Your father came here years ago. He made promises to these people. He promised them an Alpha. He promised them protection. He promised them that he would return.” Nero's jaw tightened. “He never did,” Gemma continued. “He abandoned the Free Lands and went back to his kingdom. You know what happened afterward. We survived because we had no other choice.” I watched Nero carefully. The mention of his father always changed something in him. Gemma's voice softened. “Now you're here. You're the Dark Alpha King. Your mate is already our Luna. The bond has been completed. The curse is gone. Do you honestly think these people will simply watch you walk away again?”

"How? If she's out of reach?" -- Alpha King was infuriated. Inside the clandestine room which was placed in the basement as well, he was in his wolf form. His fangs drool. "So embarrassing, Joseph. Stop it. Like Jacob, you're becoming obsessed," Curly snarled, as she elegantly sipped her wine. "I'M YOUR KING, CURLY! CALL ME ALPHA KING!" "AND I'M YOUR LUNA, YOUR WIFE!" Curly yelled back, shifting to her wolfed form. It instantly hid the tail of Joseph, or Alpha King, like a dog.

And Brian just stood there and allowed me. It was smooth, no bumps or scars like there should have been. I remembered the wound that day he had brought me an elk; it was quite deep, and despite his supernatural healing abilities, it should have left a small scar. “Did you roll your eyes at me, Vi?” He asked again, ignoring my hands that were assaulting his forehead. “No, Alpha,” I answered distractedly. “Why do you not have a scar here?” “I have no physical scars, one of the perks of being an Alpha.”