As the son of Isabella and Elijah, Isaiah takes his legacy as the King of werewolves seriously! He is a just and fair King, but something is missing inside him. His mate. Although he is still young, he longs for that true love that all of his family have. Everyone else except for him has found their mates. He is happy for them. But also kind of jealous. Ivy was born between two strong parents, but there was a problem. She was forbidden. A love child born of a werewolf father and fae mother. She is a hybrid. Something that has been forbidden from the Goddesses since before anyone living can remember. When her mother dies, her father remarry his mistress and Ivy is finally kicked all the way out of the family. She is a Princess by right, but treated as the family's personal punching bag and slave. What happens when Isaiah finds his mate in the most unlikely of places? Will he accept her, despite her status as a hybrid, or will he reject her because of her heritage? Can the world survive with a hybrid as their Queen? Will they accept her? Follow the story of Isaiah and Ivy, who both are looking for their rightful place in a world on the brink of a civil interspecies war. Can the young people change the fatal outcome of bloodshed and hatred? Will hybrids once again be allowed and accepted? The Alpha King's Forbidden Mate is the sequel to Her Second Chance Alpha.
View MoreIvy P.O.V.
“Get out of my way, Poison Ivy!” My little sister Briell says, as she kicks to the bucket of soapy water and spills a lot of it. She snickers, while my stepmother Ashti scowls down at the spill on the floor.
“You need to have that in order and be out of sight before the guests arrive.” She sneers, before walking along, not missing an opportunity to kick me while I twist the cloth over the bucket and get to work. Again.
“Momma, how long is she going to be living under our roof?” Briell asks, looking down at me with loathing shining in her eyes. Ashti ponders fakely for a moment before a slow and cruel smile creeps onto her face.
“Well, she is going to be of age soon.” And by soon she meant a week ago. “So, I would say we need to speak to your father about it. But I don’t think he wants to lose his favorite slave, even with how useless she is.” Briell laughs, as they continue their plans on my behalf down the hall. I roll my eyes. Hard.
Ashti married my father after he had executed my mother in front of me. I was 4 when that happened, and he had just found out I was not his biological child. Mom wouldn’t tell me who he was and kept saying “another time, child.” Whenever I asked. She told me from the start, and asked me to keep it quiet. Which I did. Dad however was outraged and killed her in my nursery. He then promptly moved me out of my room and gave me a closet in the staff's end of the castle. My father is the King of the Fae court, and he is the most cruel and heartless man I have ever encountered. He soon married his mistress, and Briell was now officially the Princess of the Court. She is just one month younger than me, so they had her before he even got rid of my mom. And even when she was still alive he despised me. He never wanted me or mom. He wanted Ashti, who his parents had forbidden him to marry because she was not high bred enough for them.
They also conveniently died right after mom. I sigh. My life has been a living hell since my birth, and sometimes I have to wonder why I was born all along. Maybe the Goddesses brought me into the world as a joke.
My sister tends to call me Poison Ivy because I am not just a fae. I am a hybrid between wolf and fae, and when I turned 18 last week, I also shifted in the backyard. I made sure to be out of view when that happened, and my wolf Raven came to me. She is a badass, and she wants nothing more than to sink her claws and teeth into Ashti and Briell.
But I have to make sure she keeps being hidden for now. No one here knows of my “tendencies” as my family calls them, no one besides the devils I live with that is. The Poison Ivy also represents how I was born first, but does nothing but bring misery and tragedy to everyone I come into contact with. Or so they say.
‘They’re just jealous because we are awesome and special, and they are ordinary and boring.’ Raven says in my mind. I smile to myself, as I finish up the last of the spill of water. I stand up slowly, the movement making me hurt and dizzy all at the same time. I think back to the last time I actually had a meal and realize it’s been almost four days. Ashti is currently punishing me because one of the boys in Court accidentally asked where the pretty Princess was, when Briell was standing right in front of him. I wasn’t even there, and I have no idea where he had seen me, as they tend to hide me away at all times only bringing me out to do chores or torment me. But when Ashti told me my offense and why I was denied food, I laughed myself silly and got a proper beating on top of everything else - thank you daddy.
“I need to show you how to respect your superiors, girl.” He had said, and when I answered I would when there was someone who actually was superior to me, he beat me even more before locking me in my room. I stayed there in the darkness for two days before they let me out. The cook snuck me some snacks, but I have not had a full meal in four days.
I gather up my things, dragging the bucket of murky water back to the kitchen, where my esteemed father is waiting for me. He sneers when he sees me.
“Why are you so dirty, huh? You know we have important guests and they have asked for everyone to be there when they arrive. And they have already arrived.” I give him a puzzled look, putting the bucket down.
“I was told to disappear as usual. Maybe you should speak to your lovely drama queen and tell her how things are supposed to be. Or better, father. Tell me yourself in due time.” The slap to my face is prompt and hard. It doesn’t really hurt anymore. I am so used to slaps, kicks and beating, nothing really hurts anymore. Only the thought of them hating me so much, when I have absolutely no idea what I have done to deserve this treatment - well other than being a fucking bastards soiled bitch daughter, of course.
“Watch your mouth, girl! Get cleaned up. If I play this right, you will be out of the Kingdom and our lives forever by the end of the night.” I raise an eyebrow.
“So, you finally decided to sell me. Interesting. How will you explain that to the people?”
“I will tell them nothing. You are dead to the world of faes, Ivy. You have always been dead to them.”
“That is not what Ashti told me the other day. That boy wanted to know where the pretty Princess was. Someone actually has both eyes and brains out there.” He grabs my hair, slamming my face into the kitchen counter, possibly breaking my nose.
“I changed my mind. You are staying here until you beg for death, girl. Just like that slut of the mother of yours.” He lets me go and I spit blood into his face.
“Fuck off, father.” I tell him, and he grabs my arm this time. He throws me into my room, kicking and stomping on me until I am in and out of consciousness. I could just keep my mouth shut, but I don't really have a ‘stupid people’ filter, and my patience with morons such as my “father” has always been none.
“I will make your life a living hell, Ivy. You are nothing, and no one will ever love you. You are a freaky accident of nature. An ugly monster. I hate you. And I will take pleasure in denying you dying or taking your own life. You are my slave.” He licks my face. “And since we are not related, I will begin something new. Soon. You need to heal, little slut.” I shiver at the prospect of this particular threat.
He leaves the room, closing the door and locking it from the outside. I know I won’t get out of this one easily, but I still have Raven, who is already healing us. I put my nose back into place, and then lay down. I fold my legs to my chin, but gasp at the movement. He broke several of my ribs it seems.
Would he really rape me on top of everything else? Well, he is a sick bastard, so the possibility is undeniably high. Tears stream down my cheeks. I close them. The image of the handsome young man I have been dreaming of for the last month is so vivid, I almost think he is standing beside me. The warmth of his body, the electric feeling on my own skin and the smile shining so bright. He is entirely too handsome for his own good, and he knows it. You see it in his eyes. Those intense deep green eyes, resembling emeralds. Oh how I wish you were real, my dream prince. I would follow you to the end of the world.
That is the last thought before I furrowly pass out from the pain.
Hi all my lovely readers. This is where the new book following Astra, Jasper, Jonas, Flora and Jenna will be updated. It has been decided that the book is so tightly knit to the second book, that I have to update it this way, which also means I will not start updating until the new year, so I have a bundle of chapers to start out with, and it will be a project on the side as I am also looking at signing something new and exciting. But don't worry, I will not let that affect my quality or updating rate, as I hope the extra time until I start it regularly, will give me the opportunity to uodate 3 times a week as I use to. That was the sereious part. Now for someting more related to the new book. After the war is won, and Isaiah and Ivy say goodbye to Jasper, Astra, Jonas, Flora and Jenna, everything seems to be fine. They know Jenna has been acting kinda weird and clingy towards her children and Flora, but everyone has been brushing it off to grief over her mate's death. Jasper howev
Isaiah P.O.V.Ophelia turned out to be a great asset to our motley crowd. And the kids immediately took to her, finding her training fun and relaxing at the same time. Eli, Gabe and the twins understood the importance of practicing meditation and other forms of mental defense. Emmet and Ilina just thought it fun and different, although they had a harder time sitting still both of them were determined to be as good as their siblings. Most of the time Ilina fell asleep during meditations, which Ophelia said was fine. We fell into a good routine after Ophelia also joined us, and soon it was time to prepare the kids to leave the Realm of Magic. We were all sad to go, but I think Ivy was the saddest of us all. She really felt at home here between her parents and all the wonderful creatures we got to meet. On our last day we decided to bring the kids back to the stream, giving Ophelia and Archeron time to pack and be ready for the next day. We have been here for so long, the kids kinda fo
Ivy P.O.V. We have been here for a little over a month now, although I know that is not even half of that in the Mortal Realm, I cannot help but feel a bit bad for just leaving everything to Aiden, Alisa and Isaiah’s parents. They have been doing a great job so far, and only had to call for me twice until now to help solve disputes in the pack, and once for something regarding another pack and a treaty violation. I love to help, and it was nice to see everyone again. Isabella also had some time to yell at me for getting pregnant again, cry because this is definitely the last one and almost faint when I said it’s twins. One of each. We had the doctor another scan just before they called me for the treaty thing, and we got the news. Isaiah is over the moon, and the younger kids are beginning to understand that momma has to be a bit more careful because of the babies in her belly. Ilina has been so loving ever since I came a little further along. Mom says it’s because she can sense them
Isaiah P.O.V.“Well, congratulations your Graces, you are indeed expecting twins again. I understand you wish to have them in your own home, which I understand. You should still be able to enjoy your stay here, but take it easy and with the slightest discomfort, please come see me again.” The female doctor, a former witch, says with a small smile. “I will monitor you from here, but perhaps it’ll be best if someone also notifies your doctor back in the Mortal Realm?” I nod, looking at Ivy, who seems far away. I take her hand, bringing it to my mouth. She turns her head in my direction, but she does not seem to actually see me. “Doc, may we please have a moment?” I ask, also asking Eli to go back to his grandparents. He looks at his mother with deep concern, and I know the empathic side of him is tapping into her, feeling everything she is. “I got her Eli. Please see your grandparents for now, son.” I tell him, leaning down and kissing his hair. He nods silently, following the doctor o
10 years laterIvy P.O.V.“KIDS I AM GIVING YOU 5 SECONDS TO GET OUT HERE, OR WE ARE GOING WITHOUT YOU! 5, 4, 3.. Thank you!” I’m standing outside the packhouse with Isiah, Eli who is 10, and knows by now not to piss off his mother when we’re going somewhere and our youngest, Ilina who is 2 and sleeping in her stroller. Isaiah shakes his head at me, and kisses my temple. I sigh. I know I’m more impatient today than usual, and that says something, because I’m always impatient when we’re going somewhere, but today is very special and we’re going to be gone for quite some time as a family. Out of house rushes our other children; Gabe who is 8, and the actual spitting image of the uncle he is named after, the twins Isobel and Elain who is 6 and finally our 4 years old Emmet. I put my hands on my hips and look them all over, while Eli and Isaiah snickers behind me. They’re just happy they are not the ones who are in trouble this time. “I am blaming us for being late solely on all of you
Isaiah P.O.V.We table this discussion for later, and follow dad out the door and out back where a ton of chairs is placed facing a small decorated platform for me and Ivy. I cannot wait to see her in her dress. I know she is a little self conscious right now, but she is just gorgeous and I love her so much! She is going to be a vision, I am sure of it. We take our place as everyone is finding their seats in the crowd. Aunt Jenna smiles at Jonas and taps a seat beside her. She has placed herself in the front, and with enough chairs free so Jonas, Astra and Alisa can sit with her I think. I just raise an eyebrow and make a last minute decision. “Actually, aunt Jonas is in my bridal party, so he is standing today.” I tell her politely, winking at Jonas. I mindlink Ivy, telling her about my abrupt change and explaining why. She laughs over the mindlink and tells me she’ll inform the others. Flora was made head of the flower girls, and had to stay with them, saving her from my aunt as
Isaiah P.O.V.“A toast to the happy couple! Congratulations, Isaiah! You really are a lucky man.” Aiden says, smiling at me. We are sitting at the breakfast table, just us guys. I raise my champagne glass to him, toasting in silence. The rest say ‘hear hear’ and drink with us. We are having a great morning so far, but I am starting to feel the small nervous jitters of excitement. This day has been long coming, but is finally here. Today I am going to make Ivy my wife! She is already the mother to our son, and seeing her take that role with such passion has been one of the greatest moments in my life! I know she thinks I am a nervous wreck when it comes to Eli, but I just can’t help it. With everything we have been through since I found her in the Fae Kingdom, I am going to keep myself on my toes regarding our son. No one is ever going to hurt him. I know that for sure because they will have to face the wrath of my soon-to-be wife, and I’ll handle the leftovers, but still. He is our so
Ivy P.O.V. Two weeks later We’ve had our little Eli with us for two weeks now and he is just a little angel! I must admit as much as motherhood scared me, and we had some minor setbacks, such as I am not able to breastfeed him, I really love being a mother. The thing with breastfeeding was a hard blow as I had heard so much good about it, but I was just not producing milk. Isaiah has been a trooper navigating my hot mess of emotions - going from high to low faster than Elsa chose to let it go in Frozen. We finally had some quiet time to sit down and watch some movies and be a family - meaning a Disney marathon. It was an amazing evening. Everyone in the pack has welcomed Eli with open hearts, and I could not be more proud. I have also decided to divide my reading time for the little ones with Isabella, as she really enjoyed herself when I was in labor. She has Tuesday and I have Thursday. The kids have been nothing but sweet and gentle with my son, cooing over him and doting whenev
Isiaah P.O.V.4 months later “ISAIAH!” Ivy screams from our room. Our wedding day fastly approaching, but we decided to wait to get married until she had our baby. She’s been a real trooper through the pregnancy, and has been bedridden for the last month because the little rascal may or may not come early if she didn’t. Not that she wasn’t doing everything right before to keep him in there for as long as possible, but sometimes that is just not enough and you have to do more proactive stuff to ensure a full term baby. She’s been having a tough time accepting that, and twice a week I have been carrying her to the downstairs living room, where she has been reading to the littlest pups in the pack. They have been so fascinated with her growing stomach and the fact the next little Alpha is in there. I adore her, swelling stomach and all. She is as beautiful today as she was the day I met her - minus all the bruises. “ISAIAH I MEAN I… OW!” I jump to my feet, hurrying into our bedroom. I w
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