2 The Cursed Alpha King
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Amelia’s breath caught in her throat.
Her wolf was screaming inside her mind.
Mate.
The word echoed again and again, loud and impossible.
But that couldn’t be right.
Her mate had already rejected her.
Alpha Ryder had destroyed that bond.
So why was her wolf reacting like this?
Why did the air suddenly feel so electric, so intense, standing this close to the stranger?
The man watched her silently, his silver eyes glowing faintly in the moonlight.
He was tall,much taller than Ryder and his presence was overwhelming. Power radiated from him like a storm waiting to break.
Amelia forced herself to speak.
“W-who are you?”
The man didn’t answer immediately.
Instead, his gaze slowly traveled over her face, studying every detail as if he was memorizing her.
When he finally spoke, his voice was deep and dangerous.
“That question should be mine.”
Amelia swallowed.
“I… I didn’t mean to come here. I was just—”
“Running from your Alpha.”
Her eyes widened.
“How do you—”
“Your scent tells the whole story.”
Embarrassment and anger twisted inside her chest.
Of course.
Every werewolf could smell emotions.
Fear.
Pain.
Rejection.
Her humiliation must have been obvious.
Amelia stepped back cautiously.
“I should go.”
The man didn’t move.
But suddenly the forest around them shifted.
Dark shadows emerged from between the trees.
Amelia gasped.
Wolves.
Huge wolves with glowing eyes surrounded her, stepping silently out of the darkness.
Her heart started racing.
“Don’t be afraid,” the man said calmly.
“Those are your wolves?” she whispered.
“They are my guards.”
Her stomach dropped.
Only one type of wolf traveled with guards like this.
Powerful Alphas.
Very powerful ones.
But something about this man felt even more dangerous.
“Who are you?” Amelia asked again.
The stranger’s lips curved slightly.
“You truly don’t know?”
She shook her head.
For a moment, he simply watched her.
Then he stepped closer.
The moonlight illuminated his face clearly now.
Sharp jawline.
Dark hair.
Silver eyes that glowed unnaturally.
And suddenly Amelia realized something terrifying.
She had seen those eyes before.
Not in person.
But in stories.
Legends told among the packs.
Her blood ran cold.
“You’re…”
The man finished the sentence for her.
“Alpha King Lucien.”
The world seemed to stop.
Amelia’s heart slammed violently against her ribs.
The Alpha King.
The ruler of all werewolf packs.
The most feared man in the supernatural world.
And the most dangerous.
Stories about him were whispered like nightmares.
A king blessed with unimaginable power.
But cursed by the Moon Goddess herself.
Every woman destined to be his mate died.
Some said the curse drove him mad.
Others said he killed them himself to prevent the prophecy.
Amelia’s legs felt weak.
“I didn’t know this was your territory,” she said quickly.
“I’ll leave immediately.”
She turned, ready to run again.
But Lucien’s voice stopped her.
“You won’t survive the night.”
Amelia froze.
“What?”
Lucien gestured toward the forest.
“You’re alone. Injured. Your scent is spreading through the woods.”
Her heart skipped.
“Rogues will smell you soon.”
Her breath quickened.
Rogues were the most dangerous wolves alive.
They hunted without mercy.
“And right now,” Lucien continued calmly, “you smell like the weakest prey in the forest.”
Amelia clenched her fists.
“I’m not weak.”
Lucien raised an eyebrow.
“A rejected wolf wandering alone?”
His gaze softened slightly.
“Even strong wolves break after rejection.”
The truth of his words hurt.
But Amelia refused to show it.
“I’ll be fine.”
Lucien took another step closer.
“Stay.”
The command was quiet but powerful.
It sent a strange shiver through her body.
Her wolf stirred again.
Mate.
Mate.
Mate.
Amelia shook her head hard.
“No.”
Lucien frowned slightly.
“No?”
“I don’t trust you.”
For a moment the forest fell completely silent.
Then something unexpected happened.
Lucien laughed.
A deep, amused sound.
“You’re interesting,” he said.
Amelia blinked.
“Most wolves tremble when they realize who I am.”
“Well,” she muttered, “I’m already having the worst night of my life.”
Lucien studied her again.
Then suddenly his expression changed.
His body went completely still.
His silver eyes darkened.
Amelia felt it too.
A shift in the air.
A scent.
Danger.
Lucien turned toward the forest.
His voice dropped to a deadly whisper.
“Rogues.”
Amelia’s stomach dropped.
She could smell them now too.
At least five wolves.
Maybe more.
Growls echoed through the darkness.
Red eyes began appearing between the trees.
Lucien’s guards instantly moved forward, baring their teeth.
But Lucien didn’t look worried.
In fact…
He looked excited.
“Stay behind me,” he said.
Amelia’s heart raced as massive rogue wolves stepped into the moonlight.
Their fur was mangy.
Their eyes wild with hunger.
One of them snarled.
“Well, well… look what we found.”
Amelia’s blood ran cold.
The rogue’s gaze locked onto her.
“A weak little wolf… and the Alpha King himself.”
Lucien’s lips curved slowly into a dangerous smile.
“You picked the wrong hunting ground.”
The rogues laughed.
“There are ten of us,” their leader said.
Lucien shrugged casually.
“Then it should be a fair fight.”
Before Amelia could react—
Lucien’s body exploded into movement.
Bones cracked.
Muscles shifted.
In seconds, a massive black wolf stood where the man had been.
Larger than any wolf Amelia had ever seen.
His silver eyes glowed like fire.
The ground trembled as he let out a terrifying roar.
The rogues hesitated.
For the first time…
They looked afraid.
Lucien’s wolf lowered its head slightly.
Then charged.
And the forest erupted into chaos.
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