The Cursed Alpha King's Surrogate Novels & Stories

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?"

He is the only White wolf, a blessing of Moon goddess and was named the Great Alpha Alistair Vane but a full moon night changed his fate and stripped him away from the title. Now he is just Alistair Vane, the king of Lycanor Kingdom, an abomination of his pack. Even so, compared to the other wolves, every emotion heightens within him on full moon, including the need but no matter how much sex he had with Maeve, he cannot be satiated because she is not his mate. He gave a look at the sleeping woman beside him and sat up, feeling the restlessness grow inside him and got down the bed, walking towards the window.

Even the faint hope of my father’s protection. And yet… beneath the despair, the sparks still burned. The pull I couldn’t deny. The terrifying truth that bound me to the man who had just claimed me like a possession. The Alpha King. Killian. Mine. Or maybe—I was his.

"That's not going to happen now, is it?" Aeron tried to process what he had just discovered. Myra. His Luna. He could care less about the child; it was a girl so it remained useless to him either way. But his daughter is the key to breaking his curse, and if that was true, he had to get them both back. "No matter where she runs, I would bring her back here," the Alpha King growls. Oswald chuckled, getting up from the floor. "She remained silent whilst she tolerated you for months. Now that she's gone, do not expect her to be the same."

The meeting started and went smoothly, and finally ended with the discussion managing to find its way to Elysia's pregnancy. "It looks as if there is finally a cause for celebration in the pack." One of the elders pointed excitedly. A smile graced my lips and I rested back on my chair. "I was equally very excited," another of the elders chipped in. "At least one of our biggest worries for the past year has been resolved. The Alpha king is not going to eventually go crazy because of the curse." A loud excited chatter ensued amongst the elders which I didn't pay much attention to because I was in my own word.

"I will never be your luna, Alpha Max. I am not a pawn in your vendetta against the alpha king. I seek my own freedom, the safety of my child." Alpha Max's eyes flashed with a flicker of anger, but it was quickly replaced by a determined resolve. "You don't understand, Amelia. The curse that plagues the alpha king—it's not just a mere affliction. It's a darkness that consumes him, an uncontrollable transformation into a beast every full moon. He is a danger to himself and to all those around him." I listened intently, my curiosity piqued. The curse—the source of the alpha king's monstrous transformation. It was a secret I had longed to uncover, a truth that held the potential to liberate me

Usually, Alpha would chop the head off of anyone who would show him way less disrespect than this. “Everyone, we will settle in Waltherra encampment for the next few days and rest before we go ahead towards Sanguineabyss“, Alpha repeated with a dreadfully calm voice. I am the only one who knows how much self-control he needed to tame his Lycan from taking over and shredding Kandreah to pieces. It is good that Alpha became better at controlling Erzelus, his Lycan. Maybe because he is close to breaking the curse now, I don’t know. We will have more answers, hopefully, once we get hold of his illegitimate daughter. I know that he is doing all of this for the benefit of all the packs which are u