Taming The Cursed Alpha King Mga Nobela at Kwento

I whispered, stunned. “It is history.” His hand came up, gripping my chin and forcing me to meet his eyes. “The Alpha King is cursed. His love is poison. Anyone who gets close to him is destroyed. Either by his enemies or by his own overwhelming power. If he has decided you are his mate, you have a target on your back the size of the moon.” I tried to pull away. “Let go of me.” “Listen to me.” His voice cracked, raw with desperation. “I cannot watch you walk into certain death. I cannot lose you to him. You are supposed to be mine, Aria. Mine to protect. Mine to care for.”

It made the mark on my neck throb in a way that had nothing to do with Dante. I didn't know this man. I had heard of him like every wolf in every pack has heard of him. He's the Alpha King, ruthless. His own wolf is said to be cursed. "Why?" The word came out before I could stop it. Marshall’s eyebrow went up. "Why what, Luna Alba?" "Don't call me that. I'm no one’s Luna anymore." I straightened my spine, trying not to let my voice shake. "Why would the Alpha King care about an omega he’s never met before tonight?"

Since I was a child, I had heard the whispers. There were stories of the cursed Alpha King who ruled in darkness and whose mates all died by his side. He was a man feared by every pack across the kingdom, a monster wrapped in a king’s flesh. My lips parted in horror as realization dawned on me. It was him, the Dark King. “Oh no,” I whimpered, pressing myself against the door, my heart slamming violently against my chest. “I will protect you,” he repeated. "No!” I yelled, pushing my hand forward. "I’m better off dead than coming with you.”

Everything about the man screamed royalty and grace, and maybe a little cruelty that his reputation spoke of. As I watched them, I couldn't help but feel a pang of envy. What would it be like to possess such strength? To never know the vulnerability that had dogged me all my life? Hell to even run free in the woods with my family at the full moon celebrations, instead of staying home alone all night. I swallowed hard, pushing the bitterness down. My gaze shifted as a blond woman emerged from the car, her movements sinuous and predatory, and her tight red dress seemed poured onto her perfect curves. She practically draped herself over the Alpha King, her fingers brushing his arm in a blatant

"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.

Even more than the whips I endured today. Then, something startling happened. Lucian moved and stepped in front of me as if shielding me. And said, voice like thunder, “She. Is. Mine.” The world froze. No one dared move. Even the king looked like his soul left his body. The Cursed Alpha Prince never spoke. He was known for silence. Yet today, he spoke against the king himself—his uncle Vance, the man who raised him after his parents died because of his curse, the man who protected him all his life.

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!