The Alpha Kings Hidden Mate Novels & Stories

Suddenly, the room wasn’t just luxurious; it felt suffocating. “Everyone. Leave!” The Alpha King's voice was low but commanded total obedience. In seconds, we were alone. He didn’t speak right away. Just walked toward me. I tried to back away, but where could I go? “I’m not going to hurt you,” he said. “I don’t trust you,” I replied flatly. “Why?” “Would I even be alive if it weren’t for the mate bond?” I challenged. “No,” he answered, with brutal honesty.

"Now there is nowhere left to hide." "How long have you known?" I asked quietly, abandoning any pretense of denial. "I suspected from the day Venus arrived and you immediately became agitated. Your behavior tonight confirmed it." Alric's voice grew colder. "What I want to know is what kind of Alpha hides his fated mate for the sake of a political alliance." The condemnation in his tone was unmistakable, and I felt shame burn through me alongside the mate bond's relentless pull. "It's not that simple," I said, though the words sounded pathetic even to me. "My pack needs—"

“Eva?” “Yeah,” I snap. “You know—the executioner?” Silence. Long, painful silence. His eyes narrow. “What did you say?” I blink. “You deaf now too? Eva. Executioner. Black eyes, sword taller than she is. Kingsmate. That one.” The mage doesn’t move. Doesn’t breathe. “You mean to tell me,” he growls, voice barely human, “that the Alpha King’s mate is an executioner?” “Uh… yeah?” I say, shrugging. “Thought you knew. Honestly, I assumed that’s why you wanted her dead so badly.”

Let them prepare their armies. I am Matthew, the Alpha King of the Lycans. My core is restored, my mind is whole, and my mate is finally back in my house. I will play the patient game for now. I will let her pamper me, let her scold me, and let her pretend she is only doing it for our son, but sooner or later, the fire between us will become too hot to ignore. And when that day comes, I will claim my queen, and no force in this world or the next will ever be able to tear us apart again.

A tribute with a mop was furniture. "Luna seat's been empty for years," a sharp-chinned omega said from the kitchen doorway, voice pitched low. "But Celeste handles everything. Budgets, ceremonies, pack events. If the Alpha can't find his fatedmate, he'll have to declare her his chosen." Another servant leaned against the counter, drying a plate. "The mateball might change things. He's invited every mateless woman across six territories." "A mateball won't help if the Moon Goddess didn't give him one."

Almost dismissive. “Okay.” “What? You agree? Why?” “Isn’t that what you have always wanted? For me to acknowledge you in public. That is all I can do for you.” My heart fluttered. This was strange. He had never considered me before. And why would he do this? I had asked a million times. “Why? Did something change?” His face didn’t loosen. Neither did the squint behind his eyes. “I told you last night. The Alpha King is trying to find a loophole. What do you think would happen if they find out that you and I being mates is a charade? Neither are you carrying my pup.”

Silence draped itself over the room, heavy and suffocating, as the truth finally settled into our minds. I felt my breath slip past my parted lips, shallow and uncertain, while my eyes remained fixed on the man before me—the one most of the country feared. Kyle mason. His name alone carried weight, authority, power. And now, standing here, it all made sense. He was the Alpha of Blackwood. The command in his presence, the effortless way he challenged my father—an Alpha in his own right—without even a flicker of hesitation.

Eventually his voice broke completely, and he covered his face with one hand as he started crying. Watching him cry hurt. This was Alpha William Hale, the Alpha of North Ridge. I had seen warriors straighten merely because he walked into a room. People obeyed his orders without questioning him. Yet in front of his mate’s grave, none of that power mattered. He was simply a man who had lost his mate and had discovered years too late that she had never abandoned him. Axel’s hand tightened around mine. When I looked at him, he was staring at his mother’s grave. His jaw was clenched as if he was fighting his emotions with everything he had, but his eyes were shining with tears.

I asked taking my seat on the bed next to Amara, I have heard of the Alpha king before but I had never met him. "I don't know." He shrugged, "Intense black eyes and his wolf is a black wolf, very huge!" Gleaming dark eyes! Black huge wolf! The words reeled in my head as the man kept talking but I couldn't hear him anymore as realisation had just downed on me that I was in the territory of the Alpha King who so happened to be my mate.

I trust you'll bear with me as I explain. King Alistair gestures grandly for me to proceed, reclaiming his throne. He sits with a sternness that makes my spine straighten. Queen Elara follows suit, taking her throne beside him, her eyes never leaving my face. There's a comforting warmth there but also the analytical look of a ruler. "As you may know," I begin cautiously, "I am the destined mate of King Kayden and King Jayden, the Alpha Kings of the wolf realm. My ties to them are not just emotional but deeply intertwined with the fate of our people."