The Alpha Kings Beloved Novels & Stories

My knees trembled but held. Interesting indeed. “Who are you?” I demanded. He studied me like a puzzle with too many pieces. “Ronan Blackthorn.” The name hit the room like a dropped blade. Alpha King. Even I knew that title. Whispers drifted through human towns sometimes stories told like ghost tales to scare children. The Alpha who ruled multiple territories. The one who ended pack wars by erasing entire bloodlines. The one the Council feared but couldn’t touch. I laughed, a sharp, brittle sound. “Of course you are.”

“I do. We get Alphas here all the time. Mostly the same ones, but with so many within the same building for nearly a month, you can feel the power run through the place…” “Give me those six Alphas first…” “Alpha Beau, Alpha Oliver, Alpha Maverick, Alpha Arlo, Alpha Adrian and um…” He looks down at the ground and I can feel the fear come off of him. I step a little closer and place my hand on his shoulder and say, “It’s okay. Who was the final Alpha?” “King Malik... Alpha.”

Several elders looked horrified. One whispered a prayer, and another looked ready to retire immediately. Because everyone in the kingdom knew exactly one thing. The Alpha King hated fate! He hated destiny, prophecies, and absolutely hated the Moon Goddess. He hated every single attempt the universe had made to interfere in his life. And today... Fate had apparently decided to stop being subtle. It had thrown a woman directly at his face. They all fear the consequences of what this calamity might bring.

I remained where I was. Rowan slowly raised one hand. “Alpha Damian Volkova.” He pointed toward the men behind him. “Allow me to introduce you to the rulers whose existence you have refused to acknowledge.” The first man stepped forward. “King Aldric of the Northern Wildlands.” Another stepped forward. “King Malakar of the Ashen Lands.” Then the third came forward. His eyes were completely black. “King Draven of the Forgotten Territory.” A cold silence filled the hall. Three Alpha Kings. They were all here.

"Relaz. It's Relaz. My name, dear mate, is Relaz Boswell, Alpha of Found pack, not 'bastard'.” ... :-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:‑X:‑X:‑X

After all, if we could find reason enough, the King could demand the pack to reveal all of their secrets or face the King's army. "Alpha Fin" stated the wolf who lead us to the packhouse. "I present Alpha Cyrus Astor and Beta Dante Clifford of the Golden Moon pack." I looked at each person's face to assess their emotions determined to find their tells. Those on the lower step showed interest in who we were. The Golden Moon pack was the King's pack after all. His royal court and warriors predominantly came from them. Being Alpha and the King's next of kin, I was also next in line for the throne. Our presence didn't seem to phase the Alpha and Luna. Their faces were passive showing no em

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.”

I said, grabbing the results tightly into my hands. I went back to the packhouse feeling very weak and on the verge of tears. I had thought I’d rid myself of everything that had to do with the twins, but instead I was carrying their child! My aunt barged into my room to let me know some important news. The Twin Alphas were coming over to seal an alliance they had tried forming years ago with her father. I had begged my aunt to let the Alpha handle this meeting, but my aunt shook her head, telling me the Alpha had traveled for an important meeting.

“To demonstrate goodwill, I am going to give you to Alpha Mordecai Black,” I could not move. I could not speak as horror washed over me. Alpha Mordecai Black. Everyone knew that name. The Kingslayer. The alpha who had killed previous Alpha Kings with his own hands whenever they challenged him but always refused the throne like it meant nothing to him. The alpha that other alphas did not challenge because they valued their lives. And Alpha Kelvin was going to give me to him. My heart had stopped beating properly. It was getting hard to breathe.

Now, standing in front of the Moonflame Pack council is the reigning Alpha King of the entire country of eternal winter, where some packs do not dare to speak his name—much less learn of it. “All Alpha Kings are the same,” a pack elder during my younger years once mumbled. “So it doesn’t matter if they have a given name. That does not make them less of a monster than they already are...” And according to the pack elder, she has been under four different Alpha Kings, probably one for each season, and Alpha Kallias is the harshest and coldest Alpha King she came across in her later years of life. “That wench chose winter when I am on the verge of retiring to the grave!” And since then, I alway