All Chapters of The Alpha King's Prophecy: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Ferrah My heart was pounding in my chest as I ran and I couldn’t catch my breath. The exertion of running wasn’t the reason that I was struggling, I was in a panic. I had to find my family. I stopped running so suddenly that I nearly overbalanced and fell over. I looked down at the ground as a sob lodged in my throat. At my feet were two mounds of dirt. There were no signs of violence in the area and no signs or markers to tell me what these mounds were, but it didn’t matter. I knew that they concealed the bodies of my parents. Even though there was no grave for him, I knew that my brother was gone too. The entire coven was gone. They were wiped out in an instant and without warning. I never even got to say goodbye. I was too late. I felt like my knees were going to buckle, but before I could surrender to the grief that was welling up within me, a sound behind me froze me in place. There was no sign that anyone was there. I could normally sense the energy of a person when

Ferrah Alpha King Onyx Hale was the source of the pull that had lured me through the early morning light into the deep forest. The feeling in my chest was bubbly and pleasant and I hated it. It was the same feeling I had when I was a young girl and the boy I liked smiled at me, but this was much more powerful. This was undeniable and no matter how much I tried, I couldn’t will it away. The Alpha King was standing there in front of me and I was frozen in one spot and staring at him like a starstruck fool. I wanted to lash out and attack him. This was the first time I had been face to face with him since he killed my family. Plus he was alone, there were no guards to get in my way. It was almost unheard of for him to travel without at least his beta by his side. This was the best chance to kill him that I was ever going to have. But I couldn’t move. My mind couldn’t accept what was happening right now and as I struggled within myself to understand what I was feeling, I was

FerrahI didn’t know how I got here. The last thing I remembered was being tied up by the Alpha King. He hadn’t spoken a word since securing the rope. He’d been pacing around the forest, staring at me for what seemed like an eternity. I remembered him digging through my bag and tossing my belongings around carelessly, but he hadn’t said a word to me. I had been unable to speak or move, so there wasn’t anything I could do besides watch him. I remembered all of that, but now I was somewhere else. I was no longer tied up. I was standing in the ruins of a village that was still smoldering. At my feet were two large mounds of dirt. I knew that they were my parents' graves. I had dug them myself, although that was a long time ago. At least, it felt like it was. The dirt looked fresh and when I looked down at myself, there was mud on my hands and my clothes. The air around me felt heavy and my mind was in a fog. I didn’t understand what was happening. The village was silent,

FerrahI ran as fast as I could. My muscles were sore from the hours I spent tied in an awkward position and my legs were numb, but I pushed on anyway. I was clumsy, but I managed to stay upright and keep moving. I had a short head start, but that wouldn’t get me far against a shifter. If only I had the strength to master portal spells, but that magic was still beyond my skill level. I could hear the Alpha King following me through the thick underbrush and the sound fills my mind with terror. This was a nightmare. I was at a serious disadvantage. I couldn’t see well in the dark, I didn’t know this area, and I was panicked. I was sure that if I stopped, I'd be killed. All of the fear that had filled my nightmares for the past years felt like it was bubbling to the surface. I had to keep my emotions in check or I was going to make a mistake. I could tell by the sound of his footsteps that he was getting closer, but I didn't dare try to look. My heart felt like it was going

FerrahThe dungeons weren’t exactly what I expected. The building didn’t have a basement, so at least I wasn’t stuck in the dank, miserable hole. I was in a cage, though. It was a small cage with iron bars that had been built in the corner of a disused bedroom. It was an interior room with no windows and they hadn’t bothered to turn any lights on, so I was sitting in the dark with only the light that came in from the gap under the door to illuminate the space. There was a cot against one wall and it looked like there was a door across the room. It could be a closet or an ensuite bathroom, but it wasn’t accessible from behind the bars. Other than that, the room was empty. The floors were hard wood and felt cold against my feet. The whole room felt cold, but that might be because of the fear that was still coursing through me. I was a captive in enemy territory. The man that had taken my family from me had me at his mercy. I was so scared that I was starting to numb to the sensati