The Alpha King Series

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nticly. At this moment, she knew there was no escaping for her. Not this time unless

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are stormed in with two of her comrades. Emily's face was so r

stance from anything that would land her in trouble. Then again, it didn't matter how much

itch! Where did you go with him last night

r. Did he realize the rugged spotlight he was throwing her in? Or was this one big jo

of her. Emily's manicured nails were always on point, her fiery red hair on fleek, and so were her

melia go deaf for a fleeting second reverberated through her small bedroom. The s

on her skin. When will all this end? Was this the life she was destined to live? To endlessly be at the mercy of others? Amelia questio

beneath the ground from Emily's deathly stare. Anger was a

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best friend (Kate), yelping about the King visiting their pack the next

that went on under his rule. It was an idea to ensure his people were governed by caring Al

g their breaths and minds and would do anything to be beneath him. To be under his merc

forgettable night with the King. Kate believed her beauty to work its magic and wouldn't disappoint her. In fact, she was optimistic it would go beyo

ed. Being the Supreme Alpha to all werewolves was with great authority. And with all that had been said about him, of how cold but drop-dead

ubious smirk before she turned back to Emily. "That reminds me; I saw Peter and Amelia very intimately last night." She c

er? I mean… Are you certain they were the ones you saw? Together? Intima

ad informed her of his intention to go on pack patrol with the warriors because they had spotted rogues on the border. As it turned out, he had li

her? Why would he let us do everything else we wanted but never to the

her. That wouldn't be surpris

es. Peter included. Such a threat she couldn't have to linger around any longer. Therefore, having Amelia breathe her last would be the best outcome for either of them. In fact, that would be do

perfect plan. One that was due to A

, nothing was said about torture. A menacing smile crept on Emily's l

her bedroom, heading towards t

o the

pain she had to undergo over the years would be an endless tale if she decide

mily ordered

efore Amelia could have the time to lament how much of a deep shit she was in, tig

ad in store for her was nothing good? That she should be afraid and try to escape? But how? She could barely sustain the solid holds on her that had her bones

ed for help that would never arrive. It was nothing new, as she had endured Emily's abuse since her grandma's death five years

first time anyway. She had seen worse… or maybe not. At the very most, her bruises would take a cou