The Assassin's Alpha Kings 소설 & 이야기

"He has gone,* she answered, and without a care in the world. ** I was left anxious, wondering where he had gone. My question, however, was put down when he returned an hour later, not on the horse he had ridden off with, but leading a magnificent royal chariot with polished wood that gleamed in the sunlight while adorned with intricate carvings of wolves and vines, and the royal crest of Suro marked on its side. Two black horses stood next to it, their coats just as shiny as the chariot. Alynna squealed even louder when she saw it, and pranced around the horses before going to ask him where he got them from. He smirked, and I recognised the shimmer of pride in his golden eyes. "I am the Alp

I reiterate his words. “Don’t say it like that. I am the one made for you,” he replies, “the pack is run by three called the Alpha, Beta, and Gamma. We have pack protectors, a witch, and members of the pack who are werewolves. We all make up the pack,” he begins, “you already know the Alpha is the leader of the pack, and the most respected. His wife or mate is the Luna who is to also be accorded the level of respect given to the alpha. As Cullen is my right hand man, Liam is yours. The Gamma is to protect my wife whether he likes it or not, it’s his sole purpose assigned to him by the moon goddess.” He is so calm. Too calm.

For the past 5 years, he had been challenging Kael for the role of Alpha king. The match is simple, as the alpha king he has a say in every pack in the werewolves world. But at the same time, he can be challenged by any alpha in a match. If he loose, he must hand over the title to the winner. Bruce was one of those fanatic, living in delusion. "Don't worry, this time I got a suprise for you," Bruce said, barely able to contain the cocky smirk on his face. "Set the date and tell me. I will be waiting," Kael said before hanging up.

“Forty-eight hours. Two kingdoms. One very pissed-off wolf who probably hates my guts.” Kaelin kisses my burning forehead. “You’ll make it. You’re too stubborn to die before the dramatic reunion.” I laugh until it hurts, until blood flecks my lips again. “Somebody help me into pants before I collapse. We’ve got an ex-Alpha to kidnap and a curse to break.” Mira is already lacing my boots with shaking fingers. “If we survive this, I’m writing the ballad myself.” “Title it ‘The Idiot Queen and Her Reluctant Blood Donor,’” I wheeze.

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

I looked back at our Nana and she smiled, her wrinkles creasing further. "The Alpha and his luna were murdered by wolf-hunters, human wolf-hunters. And all hell was raised between the humans and the wolves. Now the owner of the throne, and the king of the Alphas over all, Ares had enough power to extinct half, if not all, of the human race. But he didn't, instead, he went after the people who murdered his parents. Indeed he was a man with a heart after all. But that didn't end his hatred towards humans, no, instead it made him loathe them further. He, therefore, brought about a new rule; no wolf under him would be mated to a human. The aftermath of defying his rule was death and if was merci

I snapped out loud, voice bouncing off the stone walls of my gilded cage. The mirror threw back a woman who looked like sin wrapped in midnight, black dress clinging to every curve, slit high enough on one thigh to show the fading black veins, hair wild and blood-red, eyes still glassy from the poison’s latest tantrum. I looked like a high-class assassin who’d just crawled out of an orgy and liked it. Ivy didn’t stop, she never did,"Say something." “They’re Alphas,” I muttered, dragging the zipper up with a hiss when it caught on a welt. “Cockroaches with crowns. They don’t die easy.”

"Magnus is burning the Council chambers, and Derrick is using my stolen light to tear the veil open, we need to gather the warriors at the valley crossroads now." Before I could answer, the heavy oak doors of the archive room were slammed open, the iron hinges screeching loudly as Alpha Kael of the northern border packs burst into the chamber, his clothes covered in black ash and his face completely grim. Behind him, three other neutral Alphas pressed into the tight space, their breathing frantic, their scents of copper, mud, and terrified sweat filling the room in an instant.

I was fed with revenge and loathing against love, bond, and everything around me. ‘I should not think about Elizabeth anymore. I did what I could to exact revenge on Max and that ugly Elaina.’ “Forget about that. How’s the preparation for finding the Alpha King?” “We are all ready, Alpha.” “Great. During my fight, do your best to find him. With this, I can fulfill my father’s promise to his friend.” “The Alpha King belongs to the Oak Walkers Pack. Do you think he will rebuild his pack that was assassinated by Philip’s father?”