When The Alpha King Chose Me Novels & Stories

I said as the tears started to flow from my eyes even harder after I finally got out all my fears verbally. “My poor child, a new Alpha is on the way. One that will protect you from all evil. The thing is which Alpha will it be? Which Alpha will you chose to give your heart to? Only you can decide that. Only you can decide what your future shall be.”

Then another followed. “With this, we agree to appoint Alpha Aric of the Silvergrove pack as Alpha King,” Alpha Dorian declared loudly. “We believe you are the leader chosen by the Moon Goddess. The day of the coronation ritual will be decided together. On that day, Alpha Aric will become the rightful Alpha King.” “I accept your proposal,” Alpha Aric replied with authority. I turned my face toward Alpha Aric. His eyes locked onto mine, and a small smile curved his lips. He had never desired the throne. Yet fate, with all its mysteries, had led him here. “His destiny and mine… have changed.”

He just picked up his phone and opened a contact and looked at it for a moment before he pressed a call. I knew I should leave…..this was not my conversation. This is an Alpha calling another Alpha in the political language of a world I have been inside for exactly one day. I knew I should go back to my room and let him handle the thing he has been handling since he was nineteen years old.But…….I did not leave. And He did not tell me to. He raised the phone to his ear and the call connected on the first ring. I watched his face when it did the first ring, it was immediate, no waiting. Cole's jaw tightened by one degree. Just one.

Three months, niinety three days, if I was counting, which I was because I couldn't think it off. He had left for the Dark Moon Pack's exchange program in midspring, a prestigious opportunity for alpha to train and diplomatic relations with neighbouring packs. The Central Bureau had selected him, and of course, I had supported his decision, even as my heart had slowly shattered with each passing week. I walked into the library, needing a moment away from the excitement and the weight of my own anticipation. The shelves were filled with history books, treaties between packs, and romance novels I pretended not to read. I ran my fingers along the spines, letting muscle memory guide me to our sp

The Alpha King must hate me so much that he had to kill my parents, the ones who gave me life in this world. Her head remained looking at the ground she could not see, “I did not mean to disrespect the King, I —” “Yet you still did! You have endangered the pack! Because of you people died!” the Alpha shouted at her, his hand moved to the burnt house and the families affected as if Georgia could see them. In a slow and guilting manner, gritting his teeth in anger, he added, “Including your parents. You killed them with your insolence.”

“I don’t have to prove anything. I’m not here to get my hands dirty. I can just kill you like that and be done with it.” He must have done something with his magic because Jax grunted, and his shoulders tensed. A vein popped up at the side of his neck as he strained against it. His eyes started glowing as if he was trying to shift, but it didn’t seem to make a difference. And then, in the blink of an eye, Jax was on his knees. The Alpha King was on his knees in front of the Circle.

My heart pounded in my chest as I struggled to comprehend the gravity of the situation. "Reject me then," I spat, my voice trembling with barely contained anger. "If I'm so weak, you shouldn't want me by your side." The Alpha King's eyes darkened, as he sprang up from his seat, and for a moment, I thought I might have pushed him too far. But instead of an explosion of anger,he walked around the table to stand behind me and leaned closer, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispered, "Rejection isn't an option. You are mine, whether you like it or not."

"Tradition says the Alpha King chooses his mate by the pull of his soul, not the size of a dowry. You talk about pure bloodlines and grace, yet you ignore the only thing that matters." I turned my gaze away from Timothy and looked out at the entire hall. I wanted every single one of them to see the fire in my eyes. "I didn't wake up because of a trade agreement," I roared, my voice booming, vibrating the very glass in the windows. "I didn't break through the chains of a seven-year curse because of a pure bloodline. I woke up because a voice called to me. A voice that stayed when the rest of you were already picking out my burial shroud."

“Who are you?” One brow lifted faintly, almost with amusement, though his eyes remained sharp and unreadable. For a long moment he studied her as if she were a question he had already expected to find in the middle of the night. Then he inclined his head just enough to acknowledge that she had earned the truth. “Kael,” he said. “Alpha King.” The words hit her harder than the moon ceremony, harder than Rovan’s rejection, harder than the guards reaching for her in the dark. Aira’s breath caught and refused to move for a second, her mind scrambling for anything solid enough to hold. Kings did not appear in border forests. Kings did not stand alone in the snow and speak to rejected women. Kings

Darrel yelled, spit flying. “Beta Darrel,” Alpha King Keegan stood, “you came here looking for a solution to your pack’s unfortunate incident regarding the chosen tribute… and here it is. Choose. Either you go back to the Thousand Howls Pack with a broken Mate bond or, well,” the Alpha King gestured at the two angry dragon-shifter’s in his office, “they will send you back, however they see fit.”