Master: My Alpha King My Master

Master: My Alpha King My Master

Omaisabella

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Warning!! Warning!! Matured Contents here! This Book is rated 18+ and there are a lot of sexual activities, Violence, Hot Romance, War and Raw Words. Read At Your own Risk. He Claimed Her He Owned Her He Wants Her Her Controls Her Aurora was given a job, the toughest job she has ever had, to steal an Amulet from the Beast Alpha. Aurora came to steal his Magic Amulet but ended up calling him 'Master' He likes it Rough, but she likes it....Rougher. This is the Book 1 of the Master series.

Chapter 1 The Thief

Master Series: My Alpha King My Master (Book 1)

Written by

©️ Ifeoma Isabella Okeke (Omaisabella)

All Rights Reserved. 2021

Chapter 1

KINGDOM OF FAIRY:

Somewhere Within the Fairy Kingdom.....

A dark clothed figure was seen running and jumping fastly on roof tops, making silent noise.

Some group of people, about 10, on horseback, were seen chasing after the dark clothed figure.

"The thief is on the rooftop, do not lose him!" one of them yelled out, pointing at the thief, not caring if his voice woke up the entire village.

Soon, they couldn't see the thief any more from the rooftop and that surprised them. Halting their horses, they all

"Where is he!"

"He is gone sir," one of the horse men replied.

"Lady Elena will have our heads if we don't retrieve her Silver necklace in the hands of that thief," the first voice spoke again. "The thief must be around here, hiding in the dark. We must find him." he added and they continued their search.

The dark figure who was invisible on one of the rooftops smiled and watched them a little then finally disappear.

Aurora POV:

I appeared right in front of my cave that I lived in and walked inside the dark cave. Once I have gone deeper into the cave, I blew air with my mouth and all the candles that had been placed on the walls spring back to life and swallow the darkness. I reached the end of the cave. Placing my hands on the wall before me, I began to move it to the left side. Once the gap was enough to pass me, I entered inside, and clapped my hands, all the candles all went off and I proceeded to close the wall. In this way, if anyone finds my cave, they won't even think behind the end of the cave is my little home. I have been living in this cave for as long as I can remember. I have no family, I have been alone since. My kind were all killed long ago and their powers used by each Kingdom. I throw the silver necklace in a corner, not caring where it landed, I will see it by morning. I went to my bed and sat down and began to remove every layer of my clothes. I dressed like a man whenever I went to steal and surprisingly I have succeeded in deceiving most people.

I sighed loudly as I looked at what I call my home. My little space home. If my parents were to be alive, they wouldn't believe that I would live in such a place. I, Aurora, was once a Dragon Princess.

And yes I know, Dragons are strong creatures and do not die that easily.....so we all thought.

WOLF KINGDOM:

Wolf Palace:

Heaven POV:

The girl I was fucking lay limp beneath me and wasn't making a sound again unlike before but that didn't stop me. I don't care if she dies, all I care about is for me to reach my orgasm. I sink my claws into her already bloodied body as I ejaculate in her. I wasn't scared of her carrying my child, that is if she is still alive, I have been with a lot of females, from Elves, down to Trolls, to Vampires, to Mermaids and none of them could get pregnant for me. Some lived after the sex while some of them died during the do. You can't really blame me. They all fall down at their feet once they see me. All girls, even some married women all throw themselves at me, it is now left for me to choose which hot and beautiful girl that will sleep in my Chambers.

The parents of the girls can't question me if they heard the news of their daughter's death and what caused it because they are scared of me.

I am a Beast and the King of all. My father was the one who had slain the King and Queen of Dragons, taking their powers and leading the rest of the Supernaturals to victory against the Dragons. His victory got into his head and he forced them to crown him the King, his powers he got from the Dragon King and Queen merged with his wolf and turned him into a beast. I was born afterwards and when I saw how the whole Supernaturals respect him when they see him..... I killed him and became the King. But that was what I wanted the people to hear.

Luckily for me I possess my father wolf traits, if not stronger.

I came down from my broken bed and watched in fascinating how my claws disappear and my pointy fingernails emerged. I went to my mirror to look at myself before I cleared my throat loudly.

Two guards came in immediately.

"Check if she is still alive or dead," I said to them, not caring if they saw my nakedness. Everyone in the palace is used to it anyway.

Looking at how I was created, I thank the Creator. Truly he made me a masterpiece. No wonder my father named me 'Heaven'

I am too handsome to be here.

"She is dead, Master," a voice interrupted my thoughts.

Awww, such a lovely pretty doll just went like that.

"Clean her up and dress her, then take a bag of coins together with her dead body to her parents house."

What? I do ask my sex partners to describe their parents house just in case they die in my hands.

"Tell them the money is from me and that I am sending them my deepest condolences for the loss of their loved one."

This is how I rule.

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