The Cursed Alpha King's Surrogate Novels & Stories

The seal of the Alpha King, Kaelen—the man they called the Black Winter. ​"The King needs a surrogate," Miller said, his eyes gleaming with a greedy light. "His Luna is barren, and the Council is demanding an heir. They want a girl of 'pure' Omega blood—low enough to be ignored, but strong enough to survive a Royal pregnancy. I’ve sold your contract to the Royal Steward. You leave within the hour." ​"Sold me?" Elara whispered, the word tasting like ash. "I am a member of this pack. You can’t just—"

She changed everything in the kingdom including my mom's simple recipe for the royal family. I knew the moment she stepped into the grand ballroom hall with her red bareback dress as my father took her hand for a dance on the night of his birthday, my life would change. It would gradually change. But I had no idea that change was dreadful for when I turned ten, I was banished when the high priest announced to everyone at dinner, "The Alpha King's heir curse is a threat to our pack. His cure can only be found in the human world!" At that time, my stepmother was already carrying his seed, the next in line to the throne.

He bowed and what little fragment of my mind that remained intact shattered. This was not a joke – not a dream. I was standing before the cursed alpha and his beta. His beta just called himself my beta. My wolf was not delusional. This was happening. It was real. I was the cursed alpha’s mate. “Come, we are leaving,” the cursed alpha grabbed my hand and I almost wrenched it back. “S – Sir, where are we going?” I asked. The corners of his lips pulled up in a ghost of a smile – a smile that made me swallow.

The second slide followed immediately after the first one and the image showed a shattered Kevin being mocked by his friends and most of the pack members and the last slide made her furious. It was Logan, his brother seated on the table and being crowned Alpha. He didn't want Logan to be alpha. He had every reason to believe that he didn't deserve it. “This event can be prevented if you join me, join the league of rogues hoping to take the Werewolf world. You will have the powers that you so desire and can even re-write the hands of destiny” the Rogue King said yet again. Kevin looked up at the Rogue King closely, examining his honesty and he could say that it didn’t fault a bit.

I, along the line had forgotten the words of advice that was given to me. The cursed Alpha can read minds. He hears my thoughts. What was I to do now? I needed to survive. I had to. If it wasn't the cursed man who I so badly wanted to fuck then it had to be his evil aunt, who I so badly wanted to drive a stake into her black heart. I knew the choice I had to take. There was no other way. I needed to fuck the Alpha and I needed to do it soon. Three moons weren't that far away. I couldn't waste anymore time. Tonight, I shall bed the cursed king!

“But then what? Once we’ve cured father of the poison, there is still the matter of the curse seeping through his heart.” I thought of the Luna of the Southern Pack in the story, how the Alpha King told him that she only had two days to live, that once the curse reached her heart, it would be too late. But then- “Blood.” I stated quickly, taking the book and flicking back to the page, “The blood of the Four Major Packs and the Alpha King were mixed to create the cure.” Alyssa’s face lit up as she looked at Nolan and me, “We have that, right?”

Since I was a child, I had heard the whispers. There were stories of the cursed Alpha King who ruled in darkness and whose mates all died by his side. He was a man feared by every pack across the kingdom, a monster wrapped in a king’s flesh. My lips parted in horror as realization dawned on me. It was him, the Dark King. “Oh no,” I whimpered, pressing myself against the door, my heart slamming violently against my chest. “I will protect you,” he repeated. "No!” I yelled, pushing my hand forward. "I’m better off dead than coming with you.”

BRIAN “Seer.” “Alpha.” This had been put off for far too long. I needed answers and I needed them now. “How much longer?” “I cannot see what has not been shown to me, Alpha.” “We are running out of time! She will die.” “She will die if that is her fate.” My hand swiftly closed over her tiny neck, fingers trembling as I hurled her forward. “Did you just pronounce death over my mate?” I snarled in her face, but she looked unfazed, her eyes filling with pity even.

My baby is barely weeks old, I don’t want them destroying this little flicker of life within me, the only reason why I’m still holding on. The leader glances back at me, his voice low and cold. “Your Alpha is losing himself. The curse is eating him alive. If he attacks blindly, we will kill him.” “No!” I shake my head violently. “You can’t…you can’t hurt him…he’s not…he’s not thinking clearly!” “He is a threat,” the leader says. “And threats are handled.” My stomach drops. “No,” I whisper again, this time weaker. “Please…” But the rogues keep dragging me.

"Waverly, I'm terrified of what's next." Waverly leaned over and instinctively placed a hand on Felicity's knee. "I'm trying everything I can," Waverly stated. "But I can't do anything being locked in here day after day and it seems like everyone is intent on shutting me out." Felicity took another breath and nodded. "That's why I came." Waverly's was intent on the woman beside her while she spoke. "A decade ago, our Alpha was cursed. I don't know too many details, but I remember when it happened, not long after his parents died. At this time, I was only a pack member and not yet staff of the house."