All Chapters of Alpha King's Unfavored Mate: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Chapter 1: The Unfavored DaughterFiona’s POVI was greeted with the kindest term my family ever granted me, "Unfavored." My footsteps echoed through the shadowy corridors of our Alpha's residence, a place that felt more like a mausoleum than a home. The call to dine with my family was as rare as an eclipse, and I couldn't help but wonder if the invitation had anything to do with my 18th birthday just around the corner. I entered the dining hall, where golden light spilled over the long table set with gleaming silver and crystal. My family was already seated, their expressions ranging from indifferent to slightly curious – none of the warmth I’d hoped for on such a personal milestone. "Happy birthday, Fiona," my father said, his voice holding the same tone he'd use to discuss pack strategies. "Please, sit." "Thank you, Father." I slipped into my designated seat at the far end of the table, noting the empty chair beside me. The absence of my mother, who had passed when I was just a

Chapter 3: Just A BreederFiona’s POVMy stood beneath the ancient oak, its gnarled branches a silent witness to my reluctant union. A finery of lace and silk clung to me like a second skin, ill-fitting for my spirit, though it perfectly sculpted my form. The congregation held its breath as I took a step forward, the rustle of my gown whispering secrets of a heart yielded. My fingers trembled, barely touching the rough bark for support. "Stunning," murmured a voice, laced with envy.I didn't need to glance sideward to recognize my sister's tone, dipped in the bitter honey of jealousy. My could feel my sibling's eyes drilling into my back, coveting the crown that now sat upon my brow, heavy as the sorrow in my chest."Thank you, Elara," My replied, my voice a mere wisp of sound. I could sense Elara's discontent, the air thrumming with it, as tangible as the cool metal against my skin.The Alpha King approached, his stride commanding the earth beneath his feet. His presence was a palpa

Chapter 5: Bound by FireFiona's POVI woke with a start, gasping for breath as the remnants of a nightmare clung to me like a dark veil. For a moment, I wasn’t sure where I was, the heavy shadows of the unfamiliar room pressing in on me. But as I sat up, the weight of the silk sheets sliding down my shoulders, reality settled in.The castle. My new life. Quinton.I let out a shaky breath, running a hand through my tangled hair. Sleep had been elusive ever since the wedding. Every night I lay in this bed, wide awake, thoughts racing, emotions tangled. And every night, I wrestled with the same question: How had my life spiraled so completely out of my control?The room was eerily quiet, save for the faint crackle of the fire burning low in the hearth. It cast long, flickering shadows across the stone walls, making the space feel even larger and more isolating. I wrapped my arms around myself, trying to fight off the chill that had settled deep in my bones—not from the cold, but from th

Chapter 7Tethered FatesQuinton’s POVThe storm clouds hung low over the horizon, casting the castle in a somber shadow as the evening deepened. I stood on the balcony of my private chambers, staring out at the rolling landscape below, though my mind was far from the serene view. The wind was cold tonight, colder than usual for this time of year, as if nature itself sensed the growing unease festering within these stone walls. I tightened my grip on the railing, the events of the day swirling relentlessly through my thoughts. Fiona. The book. The symbol. I had thought I could contain it—control the situation before it escalated. But something in her eyes today, that mixture of fear and determination, had left me unsettled.Damn it. I should’ve destroyed that cursed book the moment I laid eyes on it. I still had it locked away, hidden from sight, but its presence lingered in my mind like a festering wound. Ancient magic—dark magic—should never have resurfaced. And now it was here, in

Chapter 9A Dance With DarknessQuinton's POVThe shadow lunged at me with a speed I hadn’t anticipated. Its distorted form—twisted and dark like a living nightmare—moved like a blur of black smoke, almost too fast to track. But my instincts, honed from years of battle, kicked in at the last second.I sidestepped, narrowly avoiding the lethal claws aimed at my throat. My heart hammered in my chest, but I couldn’t afford to let fear slow me down. The thing wasn’t just any opponent; it was a manifestation of dark magic—ancient and deadly."Get back!" Odin’s voice cut through the chaos, but I barely heard him as the shadow whipped around, its burning red eyes locked onto me. There was a malice in its gaze, something that felt deeply personal. I wasn’t just fighting for Fiona now. I was fighting for my own life, too.The creature’s laugh—low and rasping like the scraping of bones—echoed around the room. “You cannot win this, Alpha King,” it hissed, circling me like a predator. “She is al