Novel & Cerita The Wicked King Read Online

His eyes do not leave mine. “Whenever the Alpha King enters a territory,” Damien says, “every werewolf must bow.” For a second, my brain refuses to process the sentence. It arrives in pieces. Alpha. King. Bow. My face reacts before my thoughts catch up. My eyes widen so fast they sting. My jaw loosens. Not dramatic, not theatrical, just human shock, the kind that steals structure from your expression. The kind readers know because they have felt it themselves when reality flips without warning. I actually look behind me.

The witch’s enchantment did not feel like sleep. It felt like drowning in warm, dark honey. My thoughts thickened, my limbs turned to stone, and a seductive whisper coiled through my mind, promising that surrender was peace, that struggle was pain. Across the room, I saw Kaelen on one knee, his mighty frame trembling not with weakness, but with the Herculean effort of resisting the pull of oblivion. His wolf was fighting, but magic was a foe it could not rip apart with fangs.

Or with the fact that I’m lying in his bed. With him. With the quiet, undeniable truth sitting heavy in my chest. I can’t believe I slept with him. Not because I didn’t want to— but because I swore I never would. Rule one: don’t mix pleasure with business. Rule two: don’t give anyone leverage over your body. And yet. I turn my head just enough to look at him. Dante Valenti. King of his world. A man who could have anyone he wanted—women who are soft and full and untouched by scars. Women with curves and laughter and easy beauty.

I let out a sharp whimper, curling into myself, but a hand fisted in my hair and yanked my head back. “Look at the King,” a guard hissed. My blurred vision slowly cleared and my eyes collided with a pair of dark, blue eyes across the room. He was seated on a throne that looked like it was meant for the devil. I looked at his face and chills shot down my spine when I finally recognized him. It was The Lycan King, Alpha Zenith. What could I have possibly done wrong to be thrown in front of the King, known for being incredibly cruel and ruthless?

Although she was almost physically flawless, there was a look in her eyes that just screamed of trouble… something about the deep purple irises that brought her ill intentions to the surface. "I beg your pardon." Elaine's father, King Luther, scolded. "Excuse me Miss, but what my husband is trying to say is that you can't just barge into the castle and party without an official invite." Queen Thea tried to explain as politely as possible. "Zip it Queeny." The woman snapped. "Don't you dare speak to my wife like that! Who the hell are you anyway?" The King raged.

The silence that followed was absolute. Slowly, Karlo turned around. The expression on his face wasn't anger, it was a completely blank, hollow, void of pure, unadulterated carnage. The ruthless king who had built an empire on blood had finally revealed his single, fatal weakness to the world. He had tried to hide his little bird, but the hunters had smelled the gold on her gown.

“More than I can count. I even forgot their names now.” “How about places?” “What kind?” “Is there a place where werewolves can thrive?” He grins. “What is this? Are you rebelling against the King?” he jests. “I am not. It’s just for the future.” “Future, huh? You think you can’t keep the King’s affection?” “There’s no affection, to begin with,” I say. Before he can say anything, I point at the other side of Stine Kingdom. “What’s the Kingdom in that direction?”

It was hard to believe that the person they had just entrusted the kingdom to had just betrayed their trust once again, becoming their worst nightmare. King Rico continued… "I infected the wine with werewolf blood, and now you all are turning into werewolves one after the other," the king continued. "But do not worry, my dear citizens, for I have a plan to turn this situation to our advantage. I will gradually bring all of you under my control and make sure that you never again hate or dare to challenge my authority as your king. " People stared at each other, unable to believe what they were hearing. Some shook their heads in disbelief, while others stood rooted to the spot, paralyzed by fe

I want to thank him for suggesting I meditate. Ken really helped me. I suddenly remembered the fairy tale book about Alpha King. Based on the book I read, the author describes the figure of the Alpha King, who is very cruel and has no conscience. Alpha King ordered his subordinates to kidnap the werewolf. The werewolves will be made slaves, and they get tortured. I looked at Ken, who was walking in front of me, and I glanced at Ken's hand that was holding mine. Ken has long legs, and I can't keep up with his steps.

Meguitte was not sure that her eyebrows could rise higher until they did, her chin sinking to her chest until she watched the woman through her eyelashes in utter disbelief. “The good queen pleaded for mercy for her people, and the evil, wicked king said that he would grant it if she sent him three sparrows from every household. It was a weird request, but the good queen could not find any wrong in it, and so every household sent him three sparrows. But the king was truly wicked, and he set the birds alight and sent them back to burn her kingdom to the ground, along with everyone in it,” the blonde finished with satisfaction.