Novel & Cerita The Alpha King's Claim Webtoon

He ran forward as he grabbed me by my neck and pushed me into the wall behind me. His eyes turned red as he gazed at me like a maniac. I tried to fight him off, threw punches at his gut, slapped hard on his hand, and sent kicks to distort him. All were futile attempts as he tightened the hand wrapped around my neck to restrict a perfect airflow in my lungs. “I had to play weak in front of my mate so it’d be an excuse for why she’ll find you dead when I’m done with you,” he spoke into my face. “I need no witch to survive your feeble attempts to make me struggle mutt. I am the Alpha King, and I shall take not only your powers, but your precious life force.” He grinned like the psycho he is.

None of those stories made sense to Aurora. She believed the king was a selfish bastard that enjoyed bleeding everyone's pocket dry. They had to pay taxes that got higher and higher every year and all the money went back to their evil king. The people of the village became poorer and their evil king became richer. For survival, most had to be thieves to provide for their large families. These poor individuals were imprisoned if they couldn't afford to pay their taxes. The villagers lived in fear of their king. No one was brave enough to utter profanity against him.

Marlowe spent the next several hours bent over parchment with Serah, carefully wording an offer that balanced mercy with enough authority to feel genuine rather than desperate, and by the time the sun had climbed fully overhead, riders were already dispatched in every direction, carrying word of the king's offer to villages and outposts scattered across Blackwood territory. It was late afternoon when the first response came, not through a rider, but through a single, frightened young wolf who appeared at the palace gates alone, hands raised, requesting an audience with the king himself. Kellan brought him before Ronan and Marlowe in the war room, and the young man's hands trembled visibly as

“If you didn’t want what we shared, why didn’t you just say so—” “You condemned me to this life,” I cried. “You ordered that I be sent here. I didn’t run away!” “What?” King Benjamin gasped, his mouth falling open. “I swear on everything I have—I never gave that order.” “It’s easy for you to deny it—” “I am your king, I rule everyone here” he interrupted firmly. “The Alpha of the Moon Pack. I fear no one, and I have no reason to lie.” I swallowed hard. “What happened that morning shouldn’t have happened, my king. I’m only a slave. I understand if you never wanted to see me again.” I bowed my head, then turned and walked away, leaving him standing there in silence.

And kingdom? “This is not a human kingdom like you think. I am a werewolf. Everyone here is werewolves. And I am their Alpha King,” he touched my chin, and I swallowed hard because of the heat it sent me. What the hell is he talking about? Alpha king? Werewolves? Is he joking? Playing tricks? There’s no way in hell humans that can turn to wolves are true!? “I am an Alpha king…and you are mated to me, Athena.”

There was a huge wolf circling him. I attempted to pounce on the wolf immediately When he shifted back to his human form and crouched in front of my son, who was crying and parties, "Don't cry, little boy. I wasn't trying to scare you. Where's your mum?" I stood there in shock, my feet glued to the ground. I never thought I’d hear that voice or see that face again. It's none other than the Alpha King, Damian.

like me? The Alpha stepped forward, his eyes never left mine. He stood at the edge of the platform, his gaze , intense. “Bring her.” His voice was a low growl, directed at a man, I suppose is his beta. The man grabbed my arm, yanking me towards the Alpha. My legs felt like heavy. I was sold. I was no longer free. My fate was sealed. But as I was dragged closer, my eyes met his again and I heard the whispers. The powerful Alpha. The Alpha King, Kael, if the whispers held true. His gaze was piercing, unsettling. And I knew, with a terrifying certainty, that my life was about to change in ways I couldn't possibly comprehend.

Then, without waiting for a reply, he turned and walked away. Althea stared after him. She had heard the rumors that the Alpha King was a cold-hearted, merciless tyrant, incapable of love or empathy. And now, after meeting him face-to-face, it seemed every word was true. The guards escorted them back to her chambers, and Melva hurried to tend to her wounds. But barely a moment had passed when the door slammed open again. A guard stepped in and said, “The Alpha King wants her bathed, cleaned, and prepared for him. Have her ready. Now.”

She saw the death of the peace she had tried to buy. And as he reached the center of the village, the Alpha King finally spoke, his voice a low, vibrating growl that settled the fate of every soul in the North. "The letter was a mistake, Freya. I’m not here for the crown. I’m here for my mate. And I’m not leaving without you, even if I have to burn this forest to the ground to find the woman I lost." The silence that followed was the heaviest of all. The war hadn't ended at the palace. It had simply followed the fire home.

Lucas’s pack wasn’t just defeated; it was dismantled, obliterated. Every report painted a terrifying image. Lucas, the monster who had tormented so many, was dead. His empire collapsed without so much as a warning. The Hunter Pack had sworn allegiance to a new alpha. They hadn’t resisted. They hadn’t fought. They had bowed, willingly, to the Night Alpha. I couldn’t breathe. The "Shadow King." The man who had kissed me, bound me, and told me Lucas wouldn’t return. He wasn’t just an overconfident stranger playing games. He was…