Taming The Cursed Alpha King Novels & Stories

“Unless you want to be at the mercy of my wrath as well.” “But Tristan-” she started, and he growled again. “Alpha,” he growled, “Do not address me so informally.” I couldn’t help the small smile at her being shot down so publically. “All I am saying is that this piece of trash is below us and will weaken your rule, I’m just trying to look out for-” My eyes widened as the Alpha King jumped out of the chair, letting it crash to the floor and wrapped his hand around her neck and slammed her against the wall. I could feel the anger radiating from him and while I couldn’t see his face the look of fear on her face was enough to tell me I didn’t want to.

“You forget your place.” “My place?” I repeated, my voice low as I narrowed my eyes at him. My wolf was clawing its way to the surface, and I could feel the heat of the shift building in my chest. “You are cursed,” Marcus said again, his voice ringing with finality. “And a cursed Alpha cannot be king.” “You wish to be the king,” it was a statement rather than a question and from the exact reddish of everyone around the table, it was a unanimous decision. They didn’t have to reply for me to see it.

The entry was brief. Ariana Smith, a powerful witch of silver blood, was once connected to the Blue Ivory royal family through her desire to become the mate of Prince Perry Richard. Kieran's eyes narrowed. She continued reading. After the prince rejected her, Ariana became hostile toward the royal family. Kieran turned the page..Her expression changed. There it was. The curse. Ariana had cursed Perry after the rejection. The curse had been described as ancient and dangerous. It affected Perry's wolf during the full moon. It caused violent transformations. Loss of control. Pain. Rage. And according to the record, the curse could become stronger as Perry grew older.

I have had to learn the hard way that if I mark someone they could die. “Ah yes, I remember you were cursed as a child because of your father’s misdeeds. I am still trying to find a solution for that. I just heard about it a few years ago and it hasn’t been easy. Normally I wouldn’t bother with this sort of thing, especially with what we are dealing with, but I am honor bound to try.” The Alpha King moved to the other side of the bed and looked down at Taelin. I could see a sadness in his eyes that I had never seen before. It was like he cared about her on a different level, other than her just being a warrior of his.

I could see pride shine in his eyes as he glanced at me briefly. A throat cleared, “And I am sure that you know that he is Castiel Vexthorn, The Alpha King.” That name… I heard it this morning… As if on cue, I whirled around and went stiff. He… he was the Alpha King… He… Immediately, I was acutely aware of him. My mate. Or rather ex-mate. As if he could feel my gaze on him, his eyes flicked to me and they widened for a brief moment before he slipped on a mask of boredom and indifference.

I had never thought that King Iram still cherished his former betrothed. I discovered so many things about him as I stayed in this pack. There was this rumor that started from the chambermaids. It was said that the Alpha King is ill. He was cursed by the Moon Goddess and his only cure is a human mate. But many told different stories. Some claimed that the former luna fooled the king into making him believe that she was an actual mate, but not. And some say she disguised herself as a werewolf and made everyone in Prima Tierra believe in all her lies.

I, along the line had forgotten the words of advice that was given to me. The cursed Alpha can read minds. He hears my thoughts. What was I to do now? I needed to survive. I had to. If it wasn't the cursed man who I so badly wanted to fuck then it had to be his evil aunt, who I so badly wanted to drive a stake into her black heart. I knew the choice I had to take. There was no other way. I needed to fuck the Alpha and I needed to do it soon. Three moons weren't that far away. I couldn't waste anymore time. Tonight, I shall bed the cursed king!

“There are other ways to get him to chase her away, once she no longer has the protection of the Alpha king you will be able to get your hands on her” “Is that so…. Why does it seem like you have an idea?” his eyes were still shut, but somehow he was starting to relax with the conversation. “Every man hates a woman with a tainted image, especially a powerful man like the Alpha king who tries to maintain his image, if a strong rumor of her being cursed, disfigured, or carrying a string of diseases spreads around, there is no way the Alpha would continue to marry someone like her” She explained and his eyes flew open with a devious smirk that spread through. Why didn't he think about that all

The Moon Blessing Ceremony, six months ago—a sacred event where the Alpha traditionally opens the dance with his mate as a public sign of unity. I spend weeks preparing. A new midnight-blue gown that brings out my eyes, my hair pinned with the silver wolf-claw ornaments that belonged to Andrew's grandmother. I tell myself this will be the beginning of healing between us, that maybe seeing me dressed for him will remind Andrew of what we once had. The pack gathers in the ceremonial clearing, moonlight casting everything in ethereal silver. The music swells, haunting and beautiful, and the crowd parts to create a path for the Alpha to cross to his mate.

My chest rose and fell unevenly. I kissed, touched, and wanted her. And the worst best part was that I enjoyed every damned moment of it. I wanted more. I still wanted more. My entire body still throbbed with the memory of her warmth. But how could I, Alpha Dairus of Moonfang Pack, be craving for a cursed girl? The girl I rejected in front of everyone. A girl whose existence should have been beneath my attention? What kind of Alpha behaves like this?