HE S MY ALPHA

INTRODUCTION.

On planet Pesto, there were five huge kingdoms which lived together in peace while the vampires ruled upon them all, until the goblins got greedy and decided that they didn't want the Vampires to rule upon them anymore. Instead, the goblins wanted to take leadership of all five kingdoms. The Vampires became furious and disagreed with the goblins.

The kingdom of animals also wanted to take leadership, so did the kingdom of the wolves and the kingdom of the Faes. Everyone wanted to rule, and because of that the great war — War Pesto, took place, leaving thousands dead. The kingdom became each other's enemies, there was no peace and after seeing that there was going to be no resolution, the Faes came to a conclusion that they all split and have their own kingdoms; The kingdom of the wolves, known as the blue moon pack.

The kingdom of the fae's, known as the birthroot of magic.

The kingdom of the Vampires, known as the most powerful kingdom and the most ruthless.

The kingdom of the goblins, known as the most disgusting creatures and also the most cunny cannibals.

And finally the kingdom of animals, known as the jungle with the lion as their king.

These five kingdoms all lived separately, divided by a fold casted by the Grand Master of the fae's

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(Carlisle)

My voice was hoarse from begging my brothers to believe me, Carlos and Mikael had refused to believe that I didn’t kill my father, the King of the Elfs, one of the most powerful kingdoms. I couldn’t understand how they believed I could be capable of killing my father, a man who loved me more than anyone. I was not even accorded the right to pay my father my last respects before I was dragged out from the palace by the same guards that had once served as my protectors.

I was the princess and yet I was being treated no better than a common maid, it was no surprise, I currently looked like one. My Stepmother the queen had asked that I be stripped off my expensive garments and put into clothes for the maids, as if mocking me. She had always hated me so this did not come as a surprise; but how could she not allow me to mourn my father?

My father had succumbed to death’s cold hands not even a day ago and my brothers and step mother, the queen, had immediately started pointing fingers at me.

The guards were told to show me no mercy and they had taken the orders they got from Carlos seriously. I had first felt a slap to my face as my now former guard, Jared, spat in my face, “You bitch, how could you kill your own father?”