All Chapters of DAMIEN-The Cursed Alpha King: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Although it had been four years, the memory was still fresh in her mind.Clutching her head at the sound of sudden ringing, she groaned, writhing on the tiny bed."Please, stop!"The screaming of children and yelling of parents calling unto them, the smoke that enveloped everywhere, making it hard to see. The sudden burst of flame that surrounded the pack house and the sound of war cry all surged through her mind forcefully.Emberlynn convulsed, gasping."I do not ask for this life!" she screeched, clasping her hands over her ears tightly. "I offended no one!"Please make it stop.Her voice quivered as she tried her best to push the horrendous thought away, but it was futile. It kept pushing itself back into her head.The wicked-looking fire that pitied not even the newly born pups nor the helpless pregnant she-wolves, she saw it vividly grinning at her.The ugly-looking scar on her right arm was a reminder she had been in that brutal attack. It still made her shudder; it still gave h

They had set out as soon as it was dawn. Damien couldn't tell how far the journey was but he was sure he would sit with Mark for a long time.He was exhausted, not physically, but he was tired of listening to Mark talk.He had been going on and on about random things and how the females in the pack they were going to were a rare kind of beauty.Also, he had spoken about his supposed mate, whom he hadn't met.He sighed, looking at Roy, who slouched in his seat. Roy mirrored the same expression that was on his face, and he looked as though he would prefer to be anywhere other than near Mark at the moment.Roy was Damien's tenth Beta.His first and eighth Beta had been taken away from him due to the curse. It was a surprise Roy wasn't dead yet.Perhaps the goddess was about showing him a bit of mercy to have let Roy stay this long."How far are we until we get there?" Roy asked. "I don't think my stomach is strong enough to withstand the journey any longer."His face looked paler than no

The journey to the pack house was shorter than Emberlynn would have wanted. Even though she had thought of escaping, there was no way she could with the way the carriage was moving."We are here, ma'am," Roy, the man who had run after her, had called the man in front of her.Emberlynn stepped out of the carriage with the help of Roy, and she stood, awed at the sight of the mansion-like building in front of her.Perhaps because she had barely left her pack, she had barely seen a house as large as this.It stood tall, with several smaller buildings flanked beside it. The walls were painted in a red brick color with several high windows.It was the largest pack house she had ever seen as far as she was concerned, and it was ancient-looking as well.She couldn't tell how long the pack house had been here, but it was definitely not in the last two decades."Ma'am,"Emberlynn halted as Roy stopped her. She raised a brow as she faced him."Betsy, the beautiful plump woman coming towards us w

Emberlynn felt refreshed the moment she stepped out of the bathtub. She didn't know if it was the comfort of the bathtub or the bergamot, lemon, and grapefruit oil that Betsy had used that made her feel that way.Whichever it was, her mind seemed to be focused as well. She removed the towel that was wrapped around her hair and sat in front of the mirror before turning to Betsy."What's that sound?" Emberlynn winced, her ears twitching as the distant sound of a ringing bell echoed throughout the room.She shuddered slightly, eyeing Betsy, who didn't look affected by the sound.Betsy frowned, and for a moment, as she said nothing, Emberlynn thought she was the only one who had heard the sound.Until Betsy hurriedly moved towards her, and her voice hushed as she began to explain."That, ma'am, is the tolling of the Veiled Bell. It is said to ring only when the veils between worlds grow thin, when magic stirs in the air, and ancient forces awaken from their slumber. Some believe it to be

Damien lifted the wine glass to his lips, swirling, sniffing, and taking a long sip before setting it down on the center table. He looked towards Mark, whom he noticed was observing him, and he shrugged."Spill. What do you have in mind?""You're strange," Mark replied. He stood from the red plush chair he sat on and walked towards the window. Well, the only window in the large office.He had always found it ridiculous that an office would be as large as this with only a window to boast of. But then again, he didn't think Damien needed too much light.The room was already spacious, and the cooling from the air conditioner was also enough. Again, a chandelier hung above, serving as the secondary source of light.Mark took a book from the floating bookshelf just beside the window and caressed it."Too neat," Mark said, "Yet so old." He flipped open the book, "The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde."Mark mused, skimming the summary of the book. Of course, he had quite some collecti