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Unwanted daughter of cursed Alpha King Like father, like daughter
Aralyn’s POV“She cannot wield or control her celestial powers at all. Of course, my granddaughter is powerful, but her abilities are raw, unrefined, and completely out of her control. And that is normal because no one had trained her to wield, control and manipulate with her celestial powers.” The voice came out of nowhere, sounding like the wind was carrying it. We all turned, and then she showed up. My grandmother, the Moon Goddess. Merlius fell on his knees and bowed instantly while Nat remained standing in silent but blatant disrespect; every pore on her face displayed her disdain and mistrust of the Goddess before us.The surge of rage flared through my body, and I ran towards the bitch, ready to swing my fist into her stupid ethereal face, which held that Mona Lisa kinda annoying smirk.Before I even managed to get closer to her, she evaporated into thin air and transpired right behind my back. I turned to see the glint of amusement mixed with a soft glow in her silver eyes. Ma
Last Updated : 2024-07-06Unwanted daughter of cursed Alpha King You are and you always will be my daughter
Aralyn’s POV As we barged into the lord-knows-which level of Wengarthria after Nat’s headlong…well…and to be honest…daft and rushed plunge through the portal, the first thing I saw was the bastard lying on the floor. When I scanned the scenery around us, it became apparent that we were in a maze-like row of dungeons, with the central, arena-looking-like clearing where the vampire had attacked my father. Malleteagan and the vampire were surrounded by a mob of various demons who were there, watching, cackling, and hooting as if they were at some rock concert. The clamour and racket of the demons in the arena were reinforced by the stereo sound of laughter and uproar, echoing and breaking out from prisoners in cells. The mass of demons in the arena was hard to catch with an eye. Although we had magic, and although I am confident in my fighting skills as well as in those of Merlius and Nat, we would probably be squashed in a stampede of these demons before we could eve
Last Updated : 2024-07-13Unwanted daughter of cursed Alpha King Sordid family tryst
Aralyn’s POV It looks like we came too late. What will that mean for me and the promise I gave to bloody Selene? It is ironic a bit, I guess, that the guy who sought my head for years and wanted me dead since I was born is dying, and the last thing he will see is my face, and I am very much alive while he is on his deathbed in some smelly dungeon of hell. It was the same hell where I spent five years in hiding from him to save my life. And I thought that this would make me happy, that feeling of justice would be the one that would consume me, but it did not. I don’t want him dead. I want him to live with what he has done. Or is this the reason why I don’t want him to die? Is it all about hate and the urge for revenge, or is there some other ulterior motive because of which I want him to live? Is the feeling that wrangles through my body indeed the hate towards Malleteagan, or is it…pity? Is it love? Am I that kind of idiot and masochist who is still able to love the person who kill
Last Updated : 2024-07-18Unwanted daughter of cursed Alpha King Mine
Aralyn’s POV "Oh, I see we have some VIP guests here! Let me do some intro. I am Meeran, your almost-relative. To what do I owe this pleasure? Let me try to guess - did you come to see me, Daddy, nanna Noosha or your lover boy, little girl? The bloke called Meeran said with a smirk yet with a dreadfully calm voice while grasping and scrutinising my face with a penetrating stare of his dreadful eyes, which peered from his face shaded by the cloak. Despite his composed tone, one could easily detect an underlying hint of cynicism and a twisted sense of amusement. His touch sent shivers down my spine, and it felt unyielding, as cold as steel; his grip on my chin was unwavering and firm; it felt like he clamped my chin with pliers. I saw him giving a quick nod to his soldiers to hold Merlius and move Nat away from Kandreah and Malleteagan, who were both sprawled on the ground, looking as dead as dodos. His soldiers held Nat and Merlius in a chokehold, who were both struggling to free the
Last Updated : 2024-07-21Unwanted daughter of cursed Alpha King You need me, and I need you
Aralyn’s POV As I was just about to scream and beg for their lives, a handful of warriors in Wengarthrian battle gear jumped out of blue in the mid of havoc of the Macabantran arena. Their battle attire was different from those worn by Meeran and Macabantran warriors. The dread washed over me, embedding into every pore of my skin as pins and needles of raw fright pricked down my spine when I recognised Norgarth and a couple of Marcellus’ warriors who tortured me in Avesta back in the day. Although, given all the crap which happened recently, this now seems like it happened a century ago, the memory of what they did to me is more than vivid. And, likewise, I am more than certain that Norgarth still remembers how I beat the crap out of him, itching to settle down the score with me. However, he didn’t lay a finger on me. Instead, he and a dozen of his warriors attacked the Macabantrans, freed Merlius and Nat and knocked down two demons who were dragging Kandreah, killing them o
Last Updated : 2024-07-25Unwanted daughter of cursed Alpha King Writing the future
Erzelus’s POV In my long existence, I was a soul weathered by the time and games of gods, like a thread woven through their universe filled with their perverse games, intrigues and ulterior motives. As the old saying goes, I’m as old as a mutton trying to pass off as a lamb. Well, that saying is just plain bonkers, in my case, I guess. Because I am not quite a lamb nor a mutton either, I guess. I am more of a big bad wolf from your bedtime stories, but I guess that wasn’t the point. The point was that despite my body being wrapped up in a nice package of a strong, sprightly, young and masculine lad, I am not a young chap, nor am I strong. It is a facade which belies the ancient turmoil residing within me. Now, when I think things through, it’d be more accurate to say that I am more akin to the big bad wolf of folklore, a creature of myth and legend, but my story is not meant for bedtime tales. But that also wasn’t the point. The bottom line here is that I am as old as the hills.
Last Updated : 2024-08-01Unwanted daughter of cursed Alpha King Lev
Lev’s POV The sound of the metal scrapping against the concrete woke me up. Someone kicked the bowl with my meal inside my dungeon. That means it’s breakfast time. Counting the meals is the only way to make sense of time spent here. They brought me three meals daily, and I got my three rations before I fell asleep last night. So, this fourth meal marks a new day. One in so many days spent here. But I am not quite sure how long I have been here in total. I know that despite being trapped in the body of a child, I have been living here for a long time. Centuries, millennia, I am not sure. I stopped counting a long time ago. I slowly and stealthily crawled towards the place where I heard the scrapping sound of the bowl stopped, but only when I heard the guard closing the doors of my dungeon. The floor is cold and dusty, grazing my knees and palms as if I were crawling on sandpaper. I finally came to the place where I thought the bowl was. I tapped on the floor carefull
Last Updated : 2024-08-07Unwanted daughter of cursed Alpha King The pact made in the world of chaos
Nepenthern’s POV A long time ago- I paused for a second when I stepped into this realm. Chaister’s realm looked like I was staring down a rabbit hole full of contradictions. Maybe I should have thought this through one more time. The world of Chaister is as much of an oxymoron as he is. Well, he is an oxymoron with an emphasis on moron. He is a fickle fuse of chaos ticking somewhere in the corner and always waiting to explode, causing havoc wherever he goes and wreckage to whatever he touches. He is not a reliable ally, and I cannot stand the twit, but I do not have much choice after that foolish girl got knocked up by Endymion. Lartellan is furious, and I understand why. I am angry as well, but Yaava held me back from going full rampage mode and killing them all. She foresaw that stupid sprog of my daughter Selene with Emdymion - that miserable mortal warlock has a crucial role in shaping the future of the Soovaree realm and other dimensions alike. I still don’t get
Last Updated : 2024-08-12
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Unwanted daughter of cursed Alpha King We aim to serve
Elantra’s POV I was unable to bear this tension, danger and peril as I watched the cold steel of the blade pressed against Malie's skin and her life hanging on a thread, depending on the whim and mercy of mercurial vampiric Fae. With determination, I spoke out: "King Kandreah, I, Elantra Proserpina Morterey of Wengarthria, am hereby granting you permission to enter the main Macabantran encampment and any of the subrealms of Wengarthria, which are under my jurisdiction! I have done what you asked for, now leave my sister alone”. As I uttered those words, I heard Malie crying out a desperate “no” to me. I could see the relief, hope and determination surge in his eyes as he realised he had been invited. Without a shred of hesitation, he turned around with an obvious intention to leave both of us as if nothing happened, as we meant nothing to him. He obviously didn’t give a damn about us or about the mate bond. We were liter
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Elantra’s POV What is your name, love?” he asked me with a palpable rage and an undertone of mockery in his voice. “Elantra,” I responded obediently as if I were the little girl in front of the executioner and not a daughter of the lord of Hell. I knew that the knife on Malie’s throat was a promise that he would kill her on the spot if I didn’t comply. Yes, Malie can be a handful, but she is my twin sister and soulmate, and it would break my heart if something happened to her. I love her, and I want her to live regardless of her being a bitch most of the time. "That is too long for my liking. Ella…darling, I wanted to share something with you and your sister…. Ooh, sorry love, I didn’t quite catch your name…” He smirked and turned his golden-eyed gaze to Malie. She told him to fuck off while struggling in his embrace, trying to set herself free. He whispered something to her ear so quickly and under his breath that I couldn’t even catch what he said despite my c
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
Kandreah’s POV When I saw Hades’s twin daughters together, I finally understood what people think when they say they can’t see the difference between me and my brother. These two look like doppelgängers! They were as alike as two peas in a pod, and both looked exactly like the woman my warriors described to be seen during the Sanguineabbys and Konneyard battles. Both had ash blond hair smeared with subtle shimmers of lilac - as if they spent all day rolling and rubbing in the field of lavender in full bloom to achieve this hue in their hair. They had those same daunting eyes: one lilac eye like Noosha and one cobalt blue like Hades. Both were as slender as a whippet and had faces that could launch a thousand ships, but their aura stank worse than a fish market on a scorching summer's day. They radiated wickedness, danger, and spite like a pair of black cats crossing your path under a ladder, setting my skin crawling like someone tossed a bucket of spiders on me. To te
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
