The Assassin's Alpha Kings Novels & Stories

The sight of it seemed to loosen something in their resolve, some last calculation about survival finally collapsing under the weight of how little time they had left. "The Alpha King didn't send me," the assassin gasped, blood bubbling faintly at the corner of their mouth now, their strength draining visibly with every passing second. "You have the wrong enemy in mind." "Then who," Kieran snarled, shaking them once, hard. The assassin's eyes found mine, glassy now, already losing the sharp focus they'd carried into this corridor intending to end my life, and when they finally spoke again, the name that left their mouth landed harder than any blade they'd swung at me all night.

Then he added in a calm yet intimidating voice, “I am one of the five honorary Alphas of the Northern Kingdom, Alpha Rohan Bin Roshad of the Moon Shone Pack.” As he announced himself proudly in front of Jermaine, the Alpha King, it was as if everyone could feel like a cold wind was being pushed into their chests. It would definitely be difficult for those with lower rankings to endure the tightness they were feeling as the two Alphas faced each other. Sashal clenched the skirt of her dress, wanting to rip it off right about now. 'It is really him! F#ck!’

Three wolves in dark clothing had burst through the windows, and they were heading straight for the stairs where Rhyker's delegation was housed. "Assassins!" someone shouted. Kael shifted mid-stride, his wolf form massive and lethal. He caught the first attacker by the throat, slamming him into the wall hard enough to crack the wood. Rhyker appeared on the stairs, already shifted, his alpha power rolling through the space like thunder. The second attacker went for him, but the older wolf was faster, catching the assassin's arm and twisting until the bone snapped. The third assassin, however, had bypassed both alphas. He was heading for Korra.

She's completely oblivious to the plan I have for her. I positioned myself on the far side of the table, contemplating my next moves and ensuring that everything goes as planned. To begin with, I need to contemplate the most effective way to kill the King and claim his throne. Though I want to challenge him, victory's impossible; Alpha Kings, with their royal blood, are inherently powerful. People always said that taking down a royal wolf wouldn't be a simple task. Despite losing their mates, a large number of Alphas did not grow weaker, indicating the necessity to complete my research.

The thought of it all scared me but I remembered that nobody could survive that amount of wolfsbane, not even an Alpha. I kept drinking to distract myself and calm my nerves down. As I moved to pour myself another drink, a knock on the door sounded. "Enter," I said. The door opened and three of the assassins stepped in. Their faces were unreadable. Their eyes were cold and devoid of emotion. My pulse quickened as I studied them, searching for any sign of success or failure. What could have happened? One of them stepped forward. "It's done," he said "The Alpha is dead."

For how many times I've seen slaughter before my eyes, the times I now began to feel awe at this very thing that I feared the most. The man which they called the Alpha King was there killing intruders inside this cave. His long and sharp nails appeared and clawed all of them one by one. The human slaves were asked by the Alpha King's Iotas to exit the cave and go back to the huge dungeon. Everything happened so fast that I lost count of the moments. I just heard him instructing me on something. "Hide!" he shouted at me and then continued battling with the assassins. I hid behind clay furniture and watched him easily killing them all.

I asked him, strangely feeling irritated and frowning by only the mention of his name. ‘He is the Alpha of the Defanly pack. He is not the only one who is the culprit behind the assassination attempt, Lycan King Alejandro. Other Alphas were guilty, and had sent two elite assassins each to attack you, but it was Alpha Hunter who brought up the idea of eliminating you to the other Alphas, and they agreed with him’. Kyrie explained, and I felt my veins popping out of my neck as I grinned. How dare those low-life bastards think about taking my life?

As they both got lost in the moment forgetting they had a war to fight and a future to challenge. Alpha Alex fought the werewolf assassin and was later able to kill him after what seemed like thirty minutes. Immediately he dragged him outside and locked the door again Tianah keeping the keys to himself. And as he galloped through the hallways with the dead assassin he met another on his way who was trying to stop him from reaching the palace. "What are your motives? You brought us here to kill us all?" Alpha Alex asked with his bones breaking as he shape-shifted into his werewolf form fighting the other assassin who attacked him along the way. And suddenly Abel appeared and assisted him in k

The place immediately quieted down and everyone paid respects to the now hailed king of the werekind. Alpha Kain immediately stood at the centermost seat and announced in a cold imposing manner “I’ve gathered all of you here today for an obvious purpose.” “A few weeks ago, my right hand man and his forces were assassinated without leaving any evidence. It was a great insult to our alliance and yet I organized a banquet to show everyone that it was not enough for those enemies to shake our alliance off.” “However, who would have thought that these people have the guts of a leopard and dared to assassinate within the halls of my territory and kill the servants closest to me!”

I drift toward the edge of the reception area near the lake, champagne in hand, trying to breathe through the discomfort of too many memories, too many questions in familiar eyes. Wolves in designer suits and couture gowns cluster in groups, their laughter bright and effortless. I catch fragments of conversation—mergers, territory expansions, and whispers about the new Alpha King being in attendance. His coronation photos circulated through every pack territory just months ago—ruthless, cold, powerful. The kind of Alpha who commands respect through presence alone. The crowd shifts, and that's when I feel it—a pull, sharp and undeniable. I look up. Across the reception area, through the clust