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The Alpha King's Claim

The Alpha King's Claim

JMFelic

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"Love me or hate me, either way I'm already on your mind. I win. You lose." *** As the Alpha King of all werewolves and lycans, Aero needed to be fair to all. He ruled with an iron fist, a steady head and a balanced emotion. He was perfect in everything except for one. He had issues with the opposite sex. Since a child, he hated women. He never liked them and always avoided them. However, what if a woman suddenly materialized on his bed just as he was about to sleep? How could he avoid her then? Genre: Werewolf Romance, Fantasy, Mystery, Adventure, Smut Status: Complete All Rights Reserved JMFelic Books 2020 THIS BOOK IS COPYRIGHTED BY THE GOVERNMENT OF THE PHILIPPINES. THE AUTHOR HAS GIVEN MOBOREADER ONLY AUTHORIZATION TO POST THIS STORY IN THEIR APP. THIEVES WILL BE DEALT WITH ACCORDINGLY.

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WARNING: THIS IS A COPYRIGHTED BOOK UNDER THE GOVERNMENT OF THE PHILIPPINES, OWNED BY JMFELIC. INFRINGERS WILL BE DEALT WITH ACCORDINGLY. THE AUTHOR HAS GIVEN MOBOREADER THE RIGHTS TO PUBLISH THIS BOOK IN THEIR APP/WEBSITE.

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< Serena >

Paintings.

I always love them. Whenever there was an art show near Manhattan, I make it a point to go, check the artworks and possibly buy one. Or two. Or three of them.

What I look for in a painting are the strokes the painter uses, the use of colors and how they blend in with the picture in general, and of course, the drawing.

I'm a sucker for fantasy-inspired paintings. Fantastical landscapes, still pictures, mythical creatures, men and women wearing weird clothing, oh yes. I collect them all. They always reach out to a part of my soul that I had been guarding since I lost my parents. They always call out to a part of me that I'm not sure what.

Maybe, my parents as painters could be a reason. They influenced my tastes after all. But deep inside me, I knew there was always something special about these type of paintings that I couldn't quite figure out.

One rainy day, I ran across an antique shop in downtown Manhattan about to be closed by the bank for bankruptcy. The different antique displays were spread all over the street in the hopes that some passers-by would still buy them.

I caught sight of a beautiful painting of a landscape. Breathtaking it was and purely, for lack of a better word, out-of-this-world. The painting showed a mountain range with its slopes covered in autumn trees. In the center of this mountain range, just nestled on top the hill, was a silver castle. The details were extraordinary. Magical even. I couldn't resist its call, so in the end, I bought it. Plus, I didn't want it to be wet with the rain. I wanted to give it a home.

The antique shop owner, an old lady probably in her late sixties, was gracious enough to give me a discount considering the painting had smudges on the edges due to its aged state. I was kind enough to refuse it. If she was in bankruptcy, at least my full payment of the painting would help her in some way.

"May the magic be with you always, " she said with a smile as we parted.

I just shrugged my shoulders never really thinking much of about her words.

I didn't know then, it had meaning.

The first night the painting was with me, I dreamed about magical creatures: behemoths in the sky, beautiful mermaids swimming in the ocean, and fairies hiding in the woods. The dream was lovely. I didn't want it to end.

The second night, I dreamed about the castle on the hill. It was beckoning me, wanting me to go there. I woke up in the middle of the night panting. Not knowing exactly what got me so worked up.

The third night, my dream brought me inside the castle. It was enormous with arched roofs and glass walls. In a blink of an eye, I was sent to a bed chamber. The sheets were covered with an embroidery of an insignia: a profile of what looked like an animal--a wolf--and around it were curves, lines and symbols I have never come across. It was beautifully colorful.

But what really captured my attention was the one lying on it. It was a man and from the looks of it, the king of the castle as he had a crown on top his head screaming almighty powerful.

Of course, that wasn't the only thing that made my eyes pop.

It was a certain body part of his that stood like a rod as if saying hi to me. It was located down south. Really, really down south. Lower than his waist and just between his thighs.

His right hand, oh yes, it was on a fist, wrapping securely that body part of his like it was its second skin.

The thing that woke me up from that weird dream was when he decided to start pumping his hand and groaned like it was the best fucking masturbation he had.

I had to take in deep breaths just to calm myself down. One, two, three. One, two, three. But I knew I was fooling myself. I felt wet, hot and bothered by it and I stayed like that for the whole day until the fourth night came.

The dream didn't start with anything magical or downright erotic really. It was just me inside my bed, lying like a log, unmoving, yet inside my head, I heard an ethereal voice -- a woman's voice -- calling out to me to stand up and touch the painting.

And like a puppet, I did. The next thing I knew, I was waking up inside that castle's majestic bed chamber with the said King on top me.

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The Alpha King's Claim
1

Chapter 0 Prologue

02/12/2019

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Chapter 1 Meet the King

02/12/2019

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Chapter 2 Big Bad Wolf

02/12/2019

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Chapter 3 Getting Wet in the King's ______

02/12/2019

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Chapter 4 Getting Down to Business

02/12/2019

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Chapter 5 Getting Laid

02/12/2019

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Chapter 6 Becoming His Queen

02/12/2019

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Chapter 7 The King and His Big Ego

02/12/2019

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Chapter 8 An Unexpected Development

02/12/2019

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Chapter 9 A Euphoric Feeling

02/12/2019

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Chapter 10 The Alpha in the Flesh

02/12/2019

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Chapter 11 The Alpha in the Flesh

02/12/2019

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Chapter 12 Fixed Feelings

02/12/2019

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Chapter 13 Fulfilling the Agreement

02/12/2019

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Chapter 14 Heart of Stone

02/12/2019

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Chapter 15 Wet Dreams

08/12/2019

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Chapter 16 A Whole New World

18/12/2019

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Chapter 17 The Queen in Action

18/12/2019

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Chapter 18 Playing the Denying Game

18/12/2019

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Chapter 19 In the Lair of the Vampire

18/12/2019

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Chapter 20 The Vampire Master

18/12/2019

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Chapter 21 The Alpha to the Rescue

22/12/2019

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Chapter 22 A Jungle of Women

22/12/2019

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Chapter 23 Knocking Death's Door

22/12/2019

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Chapter 24 A Healthy Competition

30/12/2019

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Chapter 25 Lies and Worries

30/12/2019

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Chapter 26 A Winged Visitor

30/12/2019

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Chapter 27 Something Soft. Something Hard

30/12/2019

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Chapter 28 The Best Kind of Explosion

01/01/2020

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Chapter 29 The Source of His Undoing

11/01/2020

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Chapter 30 Easy Way Out

25/01/2020

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Chapter 31 A Destined Man

25/01/2020

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Chapter 32 The Banquet of the Wolves

02/02/2020

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Chapter 33 The Stressed King

04/02/2020

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Chapter 34 Dancing with the Undead

11/02/2020

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Chapter 35 A Sweet, Sweet Position

11/02/2020

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Chapter 36 Returning the Favor

20/02/2020

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Chapter 37 Challenge Accepted

20/02/2020

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Chapter 38 To Stay or Not To Stay

24/02/2020

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Chapter 39 Enjoying the Show

29/02/2020