When The Alpha King Chose Me Novels & Stories

As the forests blurred past the windows, Aria couldn’t stop the questions racing through her mind. What did the Alpha King want? What secrets lay in her blood? And why did the air around Kael feel like it was thinning like he was slipping away from her, inch by inch? “Kael,” she finally said, breaking the silence. “If the Alpha King forces you to choose between me and your title… what will you do?” Kael didn’t look at her. “That’s not a choice I’ll let him make.” “That’s not an answer.” His jaw tightened. “Then here’s one: I’d burn down his entire court before I lose you.”

I asked, using our link to one another to communicate. “I believe in you. Just be careful and don’t let what others are saying get to you. The Alpha King chose you because he felt you could surpass him. It wasn’t just your ability to fight he saw. You are smart and skilled. Your strength is in more than just your fighting ability, it is in your heart and soul.” Taking another deep breath, I focused on what he said. I couldn’t forget that the Alpha King chose me, and it was up to me to show everyone that he didn’t do it in vain. I had to prove myself in the past. Now wasn’t any different.

we all chorused, bowing our heads in reference. With that, the priestess leaves after bowing her head in respect to the new Alpha king. “Without further ado, let's move on to the next part that is on the list today, the choosing of the Beta and Delta,” Abeltro begins. “It seems that our Alpha king is ready to choose his Beta and Gamma.” I can see most of their eyes focusing on me while I shift uncomfortably as Carter steps on the stage, his crown fitting perfectly on him.

And still— It feels like the floor disappears beneath me. He doesn’t look at me to see how the words unravel me piece by piece. “Hundreds of men,” he continues coolly, pacing like a king delivering a decree. “Alphas. Warriors. Leaders from the strongest packs. They will stand before you, and you will choose one.” Choose. As if this is some kind of gift. “That man will become king,” he adds. “You will serve him as queen. You will open your legs, bear his heirs, and obey him as your duty demands.”

There was something about the way he looked at me that made me believe what one of the girls said about me getting the interest of Alpha King. The king narrowed his eyes, obviously intrigued by me. He made his way toward me, and as he drew closer, I trembled. Out of both fear and anticipation. He stopped in front of me, and I looked up at him, my eyes wide. He demanded to know my name. I hesitated, considering whether or not to answer. "Daphne. My name is Daphne." "Daphne," he said. "Lovely. I am Alpha King, Ares. You are from my pack, it is a marvel that I have not met you before now."

The crowd bowed. This time, I didn't feel trapped. I felt chosen. Later that night, Alexander and I stood alone on the balcony. He had finally removed the silver clasp from his shirt. He looked exhausted. "King," I teased. He groaned. "Don't." I laughed. "You're officially the Alpha King." "I preferred being your father's driver." "Really?" "Absolutely." "Why?" He looked at me. "Because nobody expected anything from me then." I stepped closer. "And now?"

I will be Alpha King in more than just words but in truth. Luna Glenbrook remains stooped, her knees pressed into the cold concrete, waiting. Bending down I lick her hand clean, sealing her wound with my saliva as my tongue laps up her precious gift. “I swear to honor you all with my life and my word,” I pledge to those gathered, “As your alpha and king, for as long as my lungs hold breath.” The others bend one by one, each offering me the same gift. Except for Clancy. With his arms folded across his chest, he glares down his nose imperiously, refusing to move, but too weak to leave.

Even the storm outside seemed to pause, as if the gods themselves were waiting for her response. Slowly, Emilia turned her head, her hair brushing across my jaw. Her eyes—those deep eyes—searched mine, wide and shimmering with something I couldn’t quite name. “What… did you just say?” she whispered, voice fragile, almost breaking. I blinked. My heart slammed against my ribs. For the first time in years—decades—I stuttered. “I… I—” My throat closed around the words. Me. The Alpha King. The beast cursed to kill every woman I touched. And here I was, stumbling over my own damn tongue like a boy.

I whispered. “I know.” The priest faced the council. “The moon has returned its chosen heir to claim what was lost.” The hall erupted. Shouts. Accusations. Rage. “This is madness!” “You expect us to kneel to a ghost prince?” “A royal Alpha would rule us all!” I raised my voice, letting my Alpha power surge outward like a shockwave. “Enough!” The hall fell silent. “I did not ask for a crown,” I said. “Neither did he. But the moon does not ask permission.”

AKIRA'S POV Immediately after I woke up the next morning, I was ordered by Cara to dress up so I can properly meet the Alpha of their pack. Alpha Pierson was nothing I expected. I didn't even know what I expected but it was not an old, well-built man with the kind eyes of a father. Alpha Pierson exuded warmth and kindness. And he listened patiently as I told him the same story that I told the guards at the border. I mastered the act of crying and made sure my tears were nonstop as I begged him to take me back to my family.