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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 · 奇幻言情
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89 Chs

ANOTHER WORLD

I could barely keep my eyes off Helen who moved around the table, pouring tea into three delicate porcelain cups that was laid on a tray in front of me. The old lady that had emerged from the shadows as nothing but a frail, ancient woman was now unbelievably stunning. The transformation had taken place under my eyes, but everything still felt so surreal, like I had imagined an old woman emerge from the shadows.

Helen's white hair that was once a tangle of silver and white was now raven-black locks that gleamed under the soft light in the room. The wrinkles that lined her face had faded, replaced by a skin that was as smooth as a baby's rump, and it glowed like a morning star. Her beauty was now beyond a mortal's comparison.

I had been so numbed with shock that I couldn't speak, not to mention asking the numerous questions that flooded my mind. All I could do was make assumptions, ones that weren't adding up.