Claimed by My Ex's Father, the Alpha King

Author: Wo Ruo

Chapter 1

Word Count: 864 | Released on: Today at 21:50

ial against my cracked lips. Archer Reynolds-my husband and the newly crowned Alph

d like liquid fi

fingers twitched against the damp flagstones of the royal dungeon, but my arms refused to lift. Deep in my

glared at them. "You fucking traitors! You've be

ueen of this realm. How dare you speak to me that way?" Then she giggled, pressing her c

d riding boots came to a halt inches from my face. He did not kneel. He merely looked down at me

at and detached. "It only makes you look pathetic.

zen vocal cords, my visi

ther..."

our mother too. And your loud-mouthed brothers. Lord Carlisle was kind enough to deliver the forged letters of treason dire

rt pounded so hard against my ribs it

tire

co. Dead because of a

of blood escaping the corner of my

an arrogant hand on the

k I would seat a plain, unbonded female beside me on the Silvermoon Throne? If it were

ng Colette hard

ween her lips while his other hand slid down her body and closed over her ass through the thin silk, grinding her a

ess hatred surged through me, hotter than the Wolfsbane devouring my veins. H

ng, her painted lips curving into a

usin," she murmured, pulling a smal

ng a sickly-sweet peony scent

pack in Eldoria will kneel and acknowledge me as their Luna Queen. And your name

with clear impatience. "Don't waste another second on

toward the h

pushed the dungeon barrier shut. The latch s

the cell, absol

veins until my lungs could no longer expand.

r Rey

te Ge

emselves into my sou

he choking dark, my fingernails scraping bloody grooves into the stone,

ike a dry twig. With the last shred of strength in

en throne, make Colette George choke on the crown she stole from me, a

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Claimed by My Ex's Father, the Alpha King

Wo Ruo Werewolf

“I was the eldest daughter of the powerful Northwind Pack, betrothed to Crown Prince Archer for four years. But instead of a royal wedding, I found myself paralyzed on the cold stones of the royal dungeon, black Wolfsbane burning down my throat. My cousin Colette giggled, pressing her cheek against Archer's chest. "Your father is dead," she smiled sweetly. "Your mother and brothers too. The Hanson Pack was wiped out before noon." Because of forged letters of treason, my entire bloodline was slaughtered in a single morning. Archer scoffed, telling me I was only ever good for my family's soldiers. He said he would never seat a plain, unbonded female beside him on the throne. Then, he kissed Colette right in front of my dying eyes, promising to make her his Luna Queen while my name was remembered only in shame. I lay in the freezing dark, my inner wolf suffocating from the poison. We had given them everything. Why did they have to destroy us? As my heartbeat stuttered and snapped, I prayed to the Moon Goddess for just one more breath beneath the sun to make them bleed. My lungs tore open with a violent gasp, my hands sinking into the downy velvet of my own bed. I was twenty years old again. It was exactly one year before the purge. This time, I will dismantle the prince piece by piece, and the true Alpha King will be the one to watch him burn.”