Taming The Cursed Alpha King Novels & Stories

The one who had no purpose in the pack other than to eat and loiter around all day. So, when he ran into Veronica Steiner, the niece to Rudolf Steiner, the Alpha of Light Crest Claws Pack, a pack which is almost on par with the Druid Peak Pack, and she fell head over heels for him, it was decided unanimously that he go with her. After all, what more could he hope for? Without her, he was doomed to be a nobody. At least, with her, he had a chance of becoming the Alpha of a powerful pack since the current Alpha was childless. Everyone agreed immediately that they get married without bothering to consult the groom. On finding out, the groom had not had any choice other than to go along. They ha

The devilish smirk became visible on his face. Though Tan's calm on the outside, his heart is beating faster than usual while waiting for his punishment. Alpha Lucas, is known for his cruel punishment, there are even people who wish death than the torture of this tyrant alpha. "Are you willing to accept my punishment now, Tan?" Tan raised his head while watching Lucas go back and forth to his desk and the glass window. "T-this follower will listen, Alpha." He bit his own tongue when he heard his voice stutter. "Then you need to find my bride before the wedding comes. You know when the wedding is, right? If you can't bring her back I'll whip you until you can't stand on your own and gouge one

“I can understand this is difficult for you to believe but if you think about it deeply you will understand…” “Fine… I am listening… Explain…” Serena said crossing her hands over her chest. “I am the Alpha of the Dark Night Pack. There was once a time when it was considered one of the most powerful packs. After you cursed me, I was so worried about staying away from my mate that I neglected my pack. No one fears us anymore. Last month, rogues attacked us and killed a five-year-old girl…” He couldn’t speak further as his voice choked up. Clearing his throat, Alaric continued, “There was nothing I could do Serena… I felt so useless… I can’t help but wonder how different things would have been

A wickedly handsome face, a charming smile bright enough to deceive any lady, there was no denying it, the man before me was none other than the cursed Alpha. "It seems you've heard about me." He read my mind again, but I immediately turned my face away, hiding my expression from his gaze. "You're the cursed Alpha?" I inquired for clarification purposes. I needed to be sure of what I was getting into. I had no idea why people called him cursed, but it couldn't be for a good deed. Who was he, and what exactly had he done to earn the title of being cursed? Even though I couldn't see his face, I could feel the change in the air around him. He didn't like being called cursed, but then again I ne

How these ones had gotten to know about that was a wonder to my soul, but I wouldn't deny that it hurt me so bad to be the centre of the conversation between slaves. While I stood with my face lowered to the ground in shame, I could hear footsteps approaching me, and feel the presence of another imposing figure before me. The light had vanished, and there was this pleasant smell that filled my nostrils and caused me to look upwards, to the imposing sight of the Alpha king himself. "Hmm! Quite fascinating." He started off as he looked down at me before he continued. "You must be the new slave" he said in a low voice, his hands folded and fingers caressing the beard on his face.

Something strange stirred beneath my skin—a prickling heat that spread like wildfire through my veins, My body went into spams, My vision blurred as I stumbled to my knees, it seemed as though the world was tilting dangerously around me, my bones cracking and reshaping with agonizing intensity. Fur sprouted from my skin, coarse and pearly white, my limbs contorting into a new form. And then I shocked myself, a raspy snarl tore from my throat, My fingers curled into claws, I could feel my senses sharpened, the world now painted in stark contrasts of light and shadow from the normal colours I was used to.

Usually, Alpha would chop the head off of anyone who would show him way less disrespect than this. “Everyone, we will settle in Waltherra encampment for the next few days and rest before we go ahead towards Sanguineabyss“, Alpha repeated with a dreadfully calm voice. I am the only one who knows how much self-control he needed to tame his Lycan from taking over and shredding Kandreah to pieces. It is good that Alpha became better at controlling Erzelus, his Lycan. Maybe because he is close to breaking the curse now, I don’t know. We will have more answers, hopefully, once we get hold of his illegitimate daughter. I know that he is doing all of this for the benefit of all the packs which are u

The wound healed in seconds, skin knitting itself back together until her neck was pale and smooth, as if I had never touched her at all. Shit. Not again, Rowan wailed inside me. Something inside my chest cracked and died in that instant. Why was the Moon Goddess so cruel? Was turning my fate into a game not enough? Was forcing me through this humiliation, this endless cycle, not enough punishment already? Every woman I marked healed. Every single one of them. “Alpha… please…” The woman was on her knees before me now, with tears brimming in her eyes. She knew what this meant. Everyone did. Failing to become Alpha Damon’s mate meant losing everything, the title, the privilege, and luxury ever

“Cursed?” Ben threw his hands out. “Look at the record. Gunner was supposed to be Beta. Ends up mated to the Queen Alpha and becomes the King Alpha. Tyler takes the spot. Finds his phoenix queen and is about to become a king himself. Who’s next? I pick someone and boom—they’re fated to a goddess and have to leave me holding the damn clipboard.” Gunner chuckled. “Maybe the Moon Goddess just doesn’t want you to have a Beta.” “Don’t even joke about that,” Ben muttered, only half-joking himself.

And then I saw him. The Alpha King. He marched toward me, his face unreadable but his aura burning like a wildfire. My breath caught in my throat as my eyes darted to the two men flanking him—his ever-present minions. But they didn’t matter. Not when his piercing gaze was locked onto me. A chill crawled down my spine, and the suffocating terror from last night returned in full force. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t breathe. Before I could react, his hand lashed out.