All Chapters of Alpha King’s loathed obsession: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

She raced back to the changing room and packed her bag and headed home immediately, all the while still agitated by Ambrose's demand. On reaching the front of the almost dilapidated building where her shabby apartment was stationed, she stood looking at it, taking a steady breath to calm herself before going in. This is the only time she often felt at ease after her performance every day. Every pain melts away to be replaced by the warm thought of only one person...Her son. The thought of him running to her when she got home, the way he told her he missed her and watching him sleep, made up for her fucked up life and gave her hope for the future. It wasn't supposed to be like this, yet, this is what life thought she deserved.Stabilizing her emotions, she covered the distance that led to the creaky boards that made up for stairs that would take her to the floor of her apartment. She wasn't always a stripper. She used to be the happy child of Mr. and Mrs. Macbeth, one of the influen

"No! No! Please, stop! Please, don't do this, I beg you!" Eleanor cried and kicked her legs fervently whilst thrashing around as beads of hot sweat trickled down her body and tears poured down her face in her sleep."No!" She bolted straight up from the bed panting in fear as she does every time she had this same nightmare. Gradually, it has become normal for her to be pulled by invisible hands back to the very day she would give anything never to relive _the day she was raped by that unrecognised monster. Despite the outcome of the rape being a child she would give anything to protect, reminiscing the very ordeal was like a blunt knife was stabbed into her heart and twisted while she watched as she bled to death. She might not always think about it, or rather, doesn't allow herself to think about it, every day of her life she wished life would give her the chance to meet the monster that did that to her. She would make sure he paid for all her pains and torment.Fully regaining back

Drakken paced his study, his disheveled thoughts duplicating with every second that passed as he could not wrap his head around what was happening to him. How could the enemy's daughter be his mate? The man who planned a mutiny against the werewolves? Heaven forbade he would accept the traitor’s daughter as his mate and make her his Lunaqueen. He has been waiting for this moment for so long and now this had to take place? He scoffed in disdain. If he could not kill her, he would keep the girl for his own sexual gratification.That pretty little mouth of hers would be put to good use soon and the sheer anticipation of it made his groins tighten in his pants. "A penny for your thoughts?" Drakken spun on a whim. The bearer of the voice stood at the doorway with the door ajar, his Gamma and best friend, George. Drakken had been so preoccupied with his thoughts that he did not hear him knock, nor the door open. "Close the door behind you. I have news,” Drakken surged icily, heading to

By the time it was almost midnight, Eleanor’s personal maid found her in one of the halls. The sound of her sobs had led the maid in her direction. Eleanor was not sure how long she sat there crying, but she was more than relieved to see someone she was familiar with. She was beginning to lose hope anyone would come find her by such time of the night."I had almost gone mad looking everywhere for you, Miss," the girl said, lifting Eleanor up to her feet, guiding her out of the hallway. "I was worried thinking you had left.""I’d leave if I could," Eleanor huffed, recalling what went down in the Alpha King’s room. "How is everyone so comfortable knowing the Alpha is keeping me hostage?" she cupped her mouth quickly. It was supposed to be a thought.She hurried through a series of corners with the maid so she would not lose her and get lost again. "He is the Alpha King. He makes the rules.We are only here to follow them...” The girl sighed. “I'm sorry about how he treats you. He is nev

Two thin swords clashed in the air in a game of fencing. George's and Drakken's, the two friends clad in protective clothes as they both battled to get a higher winning score than the other. Beta Duncan stood nearby to keep an accurate count of the scores and it had been a draw so far. They were both too competitive for his liking. Other wolves trained outside on the field, most of them his guards who kept the palace safe at night.Drakken yanked off the helmet and his hair that dripped with sweat fell to his face as he turned to stare at his Beta. "Did you not see that? I could have sworn my sword touched his arm.""That's not the rules of the game. Arms are considered off target.""Bollocks!" Drakken breathlessly expressed his disagreement, wiping off a trail of sweat that fell to his forehead. "Since when?""That's how it's always been," George chimed in with a smirk. "And don't even think about saying 'My palace, my rules'."The Alpha King dropped his sword to the floor in defeat.