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The Alpha king Obsession

[WARNING: CONTAINS MATURE CONTENTS!!!] (PS: Read fifteen chapters at least before tossing it aside.) . Penelope Neville is a werewolf turned into an orphan by her first love and ex-husband, Damian Cedar who killed every member of her family and took her father's pack. She finds out he was plotting to kill her too, and tries to escape but is caught by her furious ex-husband who promised to make her beg for her death. She is imprisoned and sentenced to death for treason. On her execution, after all the tortures she was subjected to, her fated mate finds her after a long search and he turns out to be the Alpha king who was obsessed with her and wanted revenge for every hurt she had been subjected to. . # Except 1 "Proceed." This was finally it. My death. I felt all the air squeeze out of my lungs until I heard it - the deep, hoarse voice that sent chills down my spine. "Stop the execution," the king said with a warning edge that even a fool couldn't miss. Damian's face twisted with surprise that barely concealed his fury at the King's words. "Your Highness," he repeated, masking his irritation with a shallow bow, "This is the execution we spoke about a while ago that involved the treason." From his facial expression, I could tell he felt the need to state that. The king's gaze turned steely, cutting through Damian's attempt at justification. "Why aren't your guards backing down?" he asked, his voice dripping with authority that left murmurs in the crowd. "Or have you forgotten who commands this realm, Alpha Damian?" "Penelope Neville will be taken into my custody..." He declared. "Any attempt to go against my order or interfere will be met with swift and severe punishment worse than death." [ IN CUPIDS QUILL COMPETITION. Support book by adding to your library, voting with power stones, gifting with golden tickets, and normal gifting.]

Grace_Kylie_6044 · Fantasy
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89 Chs

A NORMAL DAY

Draven's eyes flickered between Alexander and me. Even as he walked to where we were in the garden, I could sense curiosity rolling off him in waves. When he reached Alexander, he placed his hand across his chest, acknowledging the King's presence. "Your Majesty," he greeted with practiced formality. "You summoned me."

Alexander didn't immediately respond. His gaze remained fixed on me, and his eyes grew darker like he was still dissecting our earlier conversation, searching for answers that I hadn't given him. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he tore his gaze away from me and turned to face Draven, his expression hardening into one of icy indifference.

"You were watching Penelope throughout the night," he said with barely restrained fury, "So how did that mark get on her neck?"