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Unwanted daughter of cursed Alpha King The mirror of fears
Marcellus’ POVAnd then my gaze turned to the mirror of fears. There she stood, the embodiment of perfection. My mate. The goddess. The princess. The queen. Brought in this world to be mine, created just for me as I was made for her. I am the embodiment of sexual pleasure and desire. I am the incubus. I can lure any woman into my bed. With my telepathic abilities, I could invoke the desire in any woman or man, demon or any other creature. And army of women and men passed through my bed. But can I make a woman forgive me? Can I make her love me?No, and there is nothing more that I need at this moment. Aralyn’s forgiveness. Aralyn’s understanding that all the misery I made her go through was a fucking mistake that I would carry as a burden and regret as long as I am alive and beyond that point. I need Aralyn’s love. I need her to love me despite all the crap I did. This would give me a reason to fight back and to stay alive. I don’t want her to be attracted to me only because of the ma
Last Updated : 2024-06-01Unwanted daughter of cursed Alpha King Retribution and punishment
Marcellus’ POV They were forcing me to look at the mirror of retribution and punishment. The mirror in front of me reflected the scenes from my past, memories of my mother's tortured screams and the anguish in her eyes. The surge of emotions overwhelmed me as the two cunts continued lashing me in synchrony with the projections of my mother’s torture. My mind raced with memories of my mother's suffering, each strike of their whip a painful reminder of my past wrongdoings. Inability to protect my mother and elders, my brutal torture and assault on Aralyn and Naevres…I was in a fucking agony. Scenes of my mother’s torture faded away and were replaced by the scenes of Aralyn holding a lance. The next scene was that of me looking absentmindedly, with chaotic magic exuding from my eyes, while chanting the words of the Moonlight curse and looking possessed before I fell on the ground of the Wengahrtria encampment. Somewhere in the background, the voice could be heard: "The child belonging
Last Updated : 2024-06-04Unwanted daughter of cursed Alpha King Expect the unexpected
Thersar’s POVWhen that power pull dragged Erzelus and Kandreah into Macabantran fortress, we followed to the castle to help them and fight. I was reluctant to get in the battle with a battalion of warriors without two of our greatest commanders, but I had no options. Retreat or surrender is not even a distant option as we were too deep in this; it would be cowardice, and I still believed that we had realistic chances to conquer Macabantrah and win this war, even with the disadvantage of not having my twin and Erzelus by my side. I mean, we still have dozens of thousands of witches, dwarves, fae and Lycan warriors who are eager to fight for our cause. That was why I commanded entry to Macabantrah castle regardless of my concern for Erzelus and Kandreah, who are missing in action and are lord knows where. Fuck it, I can pull off the victory with Omar in command of Lycans, with witches under the command of Rowena and Marlekeen and Nexelex leading the dwarves. I will be in charge of the
Last Updated : 2024-06-05Unwanted daughter of cursed Alpha King The blood of a Demigod
-sometime before Thersar was stabbed in Macabantrah--In the Macabantran dungeons-Kandreah’s POVHumiliation. Rage. Despair. All these emotions were brewing within me. Although I had the power within me to kill them all, I couldn’t move an inch without Nahevra allowing me. I was entrapped within my own body. The feeling of helplessness. Is this how mortals feel when they are in a comma? Now I understand how dreadful it is to be able to see, feel and have a desire to take action but not being able to do so. Is this how those whom I compelled before felt? Is this how those damned to spend eternity in this Wenganthrian shithole feel when they compel them and impose their tortures and punishment upon them?I am the power. I am the emperor. I am the commander. I am the ruler of the vampiric fae. Compulsion is what I am and what I do. Karma indeed is a bitch. I still cannot believe that compulsion will be something inflicted on me, that this will be the end of me. Me…the master of compulsi
Last Updated : 2024-06-09Unwanted daughter of cursed Alpha King Meeting her for the first time
Aralyn’s POV-A few days after the Konneyard fall, just before the breakthrough of the Alliance army into Macabantrah- Somewhere in Nerzelis forest-“Again”, Nat said calmly, which frustrated me even more. Why is she so calm when I am annoyed, grumpy and frustrated to my wits end? Is this woman even able to raise her voice? She always talks like some enlightened priestess whatsoever. On the other hand, I am a whirlwind of emotions, spanning from rage to ecstatic excitement and happiness and then back to anger in a flicker of a second. And now, I am furious, frustrated and ready to chop off the heads. Maybe the mixture of Malleteagan, Noosha and Selene in me is at fault. They are all nutcases in their own right, if you ask me.“Gah, fuck it, I cannot do it, Nat! Forget it! We are not going anywhere! I am too stupid and incompetent to open it…” I yelled angrily and slumped on the ground in frustration. I wanted to throw myself off into a massive child-like tantrum, like a spoiled toddl
Last Updated : 2024-06-10Unwanted daughter of cursed Alpha King The forsaken
Omar’s POV The battle imploded with fist fights, claw slashes, swirling currents of magical strikes, attacks and counterattacks, blood, sweat and corpses in the middle of the Macabantran fortress arena. I have never seen such a dreadful yet vast fortress. It was built of obsidian stone walls with veins of embers running through its interior. The floors were covered with brimstone and embers and saturated with the smell of sulphur, burnt flesh, death and decay. The warriors who had unfinished business, sins or unresolved conflicts in the world of living could not stand on the Macabantran grounds; we learned that the ground burned their feet and drained their life energy. Thersar quickly problem-solved this by casting a thin layer of magic on the ground. That, however, meant that he had to multitask as he commanded the Fae, fought, and used his magic to create armour. He seemed exhausted and worn out yet focused on the battle and determined to win it. This horrible castle-like arena
Last Updated : 2024-06-12Unwanted daughter of cursed Alpha King Red flowers
Erzelus’s POVWhen I managed to open the doors to Macabantran castle, everything seemed to be happening in a flash of light, and everything was in a blur. I was sucked into the Macabantran dungeons at a breakneck pace. The force of Nahevra’s command had such a strong pull on me that regardless of my attempt to resist and fight it, I was absorbed into dungeons at warp speed, like dirt into a sponge.I woke up in a cage. I was lying on the dirty floor, which was filled with rotten corpses, moulded food the corpses around me probably ate when they were alive, rotten remains, and dust of Wengarthria. I was naked and in my human form, smudged and dusted with crappy substances of soil and dust of Macabantran dungeons, tied with silver and wolfsbane. The stench of death and decay here is unbearable, more than in any other place we have visited in Wengarthria. The sound of the demons’ orgies somewhere adjacent blended with the cackles of those demons who were passing by my cell and mocking me
Last Updated : 2024-06-20Unwanted daughter of cursed Alpha King Sacrilege
No!!!! Fuck!!!! Don’t!!!! Stop Nahevra!!!! I heard Kandreah snarling; now I was certain that this was his voice, which came from one of the nearby cells.“…Ok, ok…you can control him!!! You proved your point, I fucking believe you!!! But please stop him now!!!” Kandreah was snarling as he shook the bars of his cell, trying to break the bars and get out. Idiot. Don’t show weakness. They will use it against both of us. But, I must say I wasn’t expecting the bat boy to care. He is a cool guy. I am starting to like him; he feels like that stupid, annoying little brother I never had. “Well, you said please…I have a thing for the men who are willing to beg.” Oh, the spine of the bitch, or should I better say the lack thereof. I saw her approaching Kandreah’s cell and grabbing his shirt to get him closer to the cell bars. She then licked him across his neck, face and ear while moaning, “I find it…sexy” she hissed and grinned before she tossed him on the ground and turned to me, saying: “Sto
Last Updated : 2024-06-25
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Unwanted daughter of cursed Alpha King We aim to serve
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Unwanted daughter of cursed Alpha King Between us sisters
Elantra’s POV Malie nagged me to visit the battlefield for days, telling me she had found her mate. It was useless to remind her that we Mortereys have little to no chance of finding a mate. I have told her that she is delusional, but when she wants something, there is no way to set her mind off that. And now she had one goal - to visit Macabantrah and test the mate theory out, and for some reason, she is adamant that she want to go there with me. I don’t know what this all was really about: did she want to test the waters of mate bond? Did she want to convince me or herself that this is possible and that maybe she really found a mate? Whatever the reason, I could see that she was consumed and perhaps even excited with the idea. I mean, who could blame her; we spent eternity doing our “job” as dark celestials, daughters of rulers of Hell and Wengarthrian royals. I don’t blame her for wanting some sense of normalcy and to break this millennia old cycle of loneliness. But I als
Unwanted daughter of cursed Alpha King The twin mates
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Unwanted daughter of cursed Alpha King The stages of grief
Kandreah’s POV While standing helplessly in front of the Macabantran gates, I went through all the stages of grief in the blink of an eye. I went through denial when I managed to work through my pain and drag myself while being pain-stricken with Thersar’s torment in front of the Macabantran gate. I was appalled with horror in front of my eyes. As Thersar’s demise-ridden pain wrecked through every nerve of my body, I watched his last moments with disbelief. Just when I thought that this was the final blow, which would be my undoing, the closeness of my soldiers who died in the battle started to shatter my body inside out, gnawing at my mind and soul. The death of every single soldier in my army was a new blow to my already broken body and heart. After initial shock, denial and disbelief, uncontrollable rage erupted from me. I screamed and tried many ways to break in and barge into the castle, but nothing worked. Even what it meant to be an attention-seeking roar of rage came
Unwanted daughter of cursed Alpha King You die anyway
Kandreah’s POV We were passing through this infamous shortcut, which was more like a sewage-like labyrinth if you ask me, when I bent over and stumbled with an unwilling groan before I fell on my knees and stubbed my hands into the dirt and mud of Wengarthria. I felt so weak and dizzy, as if I was just seconds away from collapsing. The high-pitched, blaring sound grated through my ears, threatening to split my head in half. It reminded me of the ringing of life-supporting machines when someone dies, but as if someone put amplifiers on them. Beads of sweat protruded along with searing pain, the ache like no other which surged through me, piercing and rippling through my body. Every drop of blood in my body felt like it was scorching, sizzling, and as if it was about to combust in flames before turning to ashes. The agony was unbearable. It felt like I was dying. Only once before, I felt the pain like this, when I lost my soulmate. Regardless of the severed bond between
Unwanted daughter of cursed Alpha King Not their Alpha
Erzelus’s POV But it looked like someone in the background had greater control over the forsaken Lycans than I did because drums rattled again in the next moment, along with a command rumbling to forsaken Lycans to attack. It overpowered and overrode the natural inclination of forsaken Lycans to submit to their Alpha. I am not their Alpha anymore. They do not answer to me anymore. They are not part of our pack anymore, and if there was even a smidgen of doubt in their logic, reasoning and where their loyalty now lies, it all became clear when they started attacking Lycan troops. My Lycans were over-excited with my comeback, and this idling is not something we can afford. This can cost us battles and lives; we have no time for this. Because, on the other side of the castle, dwarves, Fae, and witches were still in the ruckus of the battle against Wengarthrians. I stepped in while handholding Lev and roared: “Drop the fucking formalities! Lycans, regroup! Flank the Allies! Shield the
Unwanted daughter of cursed Alpha King Their Alpha
Erzelus’s POV The interior of the encampment was a vast, oval-shaped, dark and massive hall the size of a coliseum. Instead of walls, the encampment was enclosed with grand window-like structures, which seemed impenetrable. These window-like walls didn’t allow even a figment of light to protrude. Each window was adorned with vile and despicable frescoes depicting the destruction, apocalyptic violence and scenes from the underworld. In every corner of this eerie city-sized castle, there seemed to be an attempt at creating a macabre amphitheatre. It was as if a disturbed and malevolent architect had deliberately sought to challenge, mock, distort, and contrast every conventional thought, philosophy, aesthetic, and norms in rational thought, art, architecture, and culture, transforming them into something dark, ominous, and bizarre. This colossal castle seemed like an erratic response of a sinister rebel in architecture, a hub for defying the traditional building. Every corn
Unwanted daughter of cursed Alpha King Where is Thersar?
Erzelus’s POV Mark's contorted body serves as a testament to his tragic death and grim fate, symbolising just one of too many lives that have been and will continue to be lost in this relentless battle. The weight of lives lost became heavier as I scanned through limbless, scavenged, deformed and mutilated remnants of warriors from both sides, which hung from the ceilings. The cadavers blanketed the grotesque frescoes and icons of the Macabantran encampment. Bodies were strewn everywhere, suspended from ceilings and windows, littering the ground— that is the grave extent of casualties that this battle yielded. And many more are to yet die before the battle finishes. The windows were sprayed with blood and innards of diverse creatures who lost their lives, looking like someone had a paintball battle with leftovers of burnt shepherd pie. Corpses and bodies of soldiers from every walk of life were flailing across the Macabantran fort; mush and gore were everywhere, littering th
