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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.]

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MIDNIGHT 2

A pair of green eyes that gleamed with malice stared at me through the darkness. They were cold and unblinking, radiating a sinister intent that sent chills to every part of my skin. Soon, my eyes adjusted to the darkness and I could see the figure that loomed behind those eyes.

Even if the figure didn't move, the disturbing eerie feeling, and the murderous intent I could surprisingly feel that the figure emitted made me panic.

I tried to will my body to move, to break free from the paralysis that held me captive, but it was no use. My limbs refused to obey, trapped in a nightmarish grip.

Tears began to pool in my eyes when the figure suddenly smiled. Just like how its eyes glowed, the whiteness of his teeth gleamed. I could see its fangs, those long, elongated teeth that looked as sharp as any carnival's fangs when they were bared.