The Cursed Alpha King's Surrogate Mga Nobela at Kwento

“My father wasn’t selfish. You might think that he was after his contribution to your father’s death and the collapse of your pack or because he asked me to kill him… It is so he wouldn’t send the kingdom down a path we cannot return from… Without our mates, we become feral… violent, tyrannical. We lust after blood... "When my mother died, when he lost his mate, the curse restarted, he started to lose his senses, and he would lose time, like how I have before and awoken to a room full of bodies… Only a few elders know the details of this curse, sworn to secrecy, whereas the others are aware of an unbinding deal set in place, one where they wield more authority than the Alpha King… that is un

“Every Alpha King has paid for his mistake?” She looked deeply into the fire before answering calmly. “No.” The answer surprised me greatly. My head lifted suddenly. “No?” She slowly shook her head. “Every Alpha King inherited the debt from the past.” She paused thoughtfully. “But not every king awakened it during his reign.” A heavy knot formed inside my stomach. “I don’t understand at all.” Again she let silence stretch between us until it almost became unbearable. “The curse sleeps quietly.” I frowned in confusion. “It lives quietly inside the blood of every king born from Blackstone.”

He looked toward the foggy southern horizon, his heart burning with pure, unadulterated fury. --- Miles away, inside the cold silver bars of the southern fortress, Gina sits on the stone floor, her hands tightly bound in heavy magic-draining chains. The iron door screeches open, and Malakai steps into the dim cell, holding a glowing black collar in his hands. He gives her a toxic, terrifying smile and says, "Your weak Alpha is dead, Gina. The full moon rises tonight, and you will become my mate whether you are breathing or not."*

Even an Alpha was nothing but a pup before the Lycan court. "I offer a surrogate," Kaelen declared, pointing a thick finger down at me where I kneeled in the bleeding mud. Like an object meant to be discarded! "And the infant. They are yours for the standard weight in gold." The masked man slowly turned his head. His blank iron face locked onto me. I shrank back, clutching my baby so tight my knuckles turned white. ‘A surrogate.’ The King’s court was notorious for using wolf-less women for horrific experiments, or worse, breeding stock for their monsters.

She wore a golden silk gown that adorned her body and showcased her womanly figure. We were at Growlers pack and I could see other Alphas or representatives present for the meeting. The pack was a descendant of the British royal family, so everything they did could depict royalty. They recognized their alpha as king and Luna as their queen, they even went as far as having a castle where they all resides in and according to my mother earlier, turned everything into a ball.

When I turned to the next page, the word cursed startled me, but my curiosity deepened. I was cursed. A witch accused me of killing her son. “A curse?” I uttered and continued reading. Making myself comfortable in the corner of the room. I was the Alpha King. I ruled my people with honor. But just like other men, I was lost. For years I searched for my mate. Without any luck, I spoon around with girls. I dated many and had sex. A werewolf’s heart is bound to his mate only and, upon death, shall separate them.

I vaguely remembered my parents talking about the Alpha King being cursed, and that there was a vicious rumor circling around as to why he still remained unmated at such an age. Even today at the party, when I was still reeling from my husband’s betrayal and drowning my sorrows at the bar, I had heard the hushed conversations, and the whispers from the crowd. "Poor king, cursed by the gods." "He'll never find love." "His line will end with him." Now, it all started to make some twisted kind of sense. The Alpha King's isolation, his reluctance to take a mate despite his age… But what kind of curse? And who would want to curse the Alpha king? Had he been searching for a solution all along?

He raised his hand to slap me across the face, but a hand held his. "Sir, you aren't allowed to touch her. The alpha king would love to see his breeder looking clean and neat." It was the beta from earlier. I hadn't even noticed him. I swallowed hard in my throat as I wiped at the tears that were still streaming down my face. I couldn't believe what was happening. It all felt like a dream. How could he sell me to the alpha king who everyone feared for being the cruelest alpha alive? Mr Alex was surely aware of everything people said about the alpha. About how he killed women after he had used them. Was he really trying to get me killed?

He had grown tired of the whispers and the judgment, longing for a chance to break free from the confines of his predetermined fate. But amidst this darkness, a flicker of hope had emerged. Malta had encountered the witches. They revealed to him a tantalizing possibility—a chance to transform from a rogue to a true Alpha King. They spoke of the Recessive Lion Pride, a mythical Were that held the power to lift the curse of his rogue status and unlock his true potential as the Alpha King. It was a path that offered him the love and acceptance he had yearned for all his life.

It made the mark on my neck throb in a way that had nothing to do with Dante. I didn't know this man. I had heard of him like every wolf in every pack has heard of him. He's the Alpha King, ruthless. His own wolf is said to be cursed. "Why?" The word came out before I could stop it. Marshall’s eyebrow went up. "Why what, Luna Alba?" "Don't call me that. I'm no one’s Luna anymore." I straightened my spine, trying not to let my voice shake. "Why would the Alpha King care about an omega he’s never met before tonight?"