All Chapters of Alpha King Damien Wants A Bride : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

***** "He's so handsome!!!" "He's my prince..." "Ohh!!! He's gorgeous. I want him for myself." " I'm going to be His Luna..." "Alpha King Damien... " The conversations going on in the ballroom was enough to judge that the Alpha King Damien was handsome and there are women ready to kill for him to be theirs. Unfortunately among the hundred eligible women in this ballroom, I'm the only one planing to kill the Alpha King Damien. With the blood dagger hidden in my dress pocket, I strolled to the food court, hoping to relish every delicacy I could eat. Alpha Krist and Amanda were shooting galores at me from afar. Going over Amanda's lecture about me being compose, demure and mindful. I was once a princess and I should carry myself accordingly even though I literally spent a decade in Blackway Prison. I choose to ignore them and instead enjoy myself before I was caught for killing the Alpha King Damien or trying to. I doubt that I could pull it off. But failure to kill him would

I was halfway down the stairs to the dinner hall when the commotion happened. A redhead girl all fiery temper suddenly tear at me without no warning. "You thief," she shouted angrily. She's a lycan. And from all I've heard about lycans is that they were extremely dangerous and vengeful. "You ought to be ashamed of yourself, you slut," she went on. Confused by the sudden assault I looked around to see if there was someone to help, unfortunately we were alone. I turned to face her. "I don't understand why you are attacking me. I did nothing to you," I said. "You should have thought of that before you stole from me," the lycan bit out. The tone she use was very degrading. "Stole from you? I did no such th... " I was unable to finish my sentence before a resounding slap hit my right cheek. "What the hell? Are you crazy?" My cheek sting so bad it was going to bruise. "You criminal, if you are so poor you can't afford your own dress, as least don't steal mine. " "Steal your dress

***** I straightened my sore back. Tonight was fun. The best I've had in years. After dinner, dessert was served shortly. Ire and I munch on the fluffy chocolate cakes and drank a bottle of red wine, while discussing on our views about dancing. Alpha King Damien and Leah were no where to be seen. They'd disappeared shortly after dinner without staying for dessert. Maya suddenly complained of headache and had retired to her bedroom. Adriana followed suit. Since Ire and I have formed a semblance of friendship, we decided to enjoy the night eating cakes and tarts. The time struck midnight when Ire and I decided to retreat to our rooms. Ire's bedroom was at the east wing. Mine was at the north wing, so we both parted ways, promising to attend the dance class together tomorrow. I strode down the hallway to my room feeling the best I've been for a while. My stomach is filled with fresh foods. A foreign state from my time in the prison. I try to always remind myself of my past, a litt

***** The dressmaker was a young woman of twenty. My room was filled with an arrays of colourful dresses with different styles, each have a unique style of its own. Alpha King Damien sure knows how to make a woman swoon. Fifty new dresses. Some are flowing maxi dresses with floral patterns, there are silks, satins, and cotton blends, that glitters and catch the eye. I test try each of the dress, assessing how they fit and flatter my shape. Just a few days in Alpha King Damien's palace have accentuated my curves. Beatrice was helping me organize the dresses I had tried on. "I have a message for you from Amanda. It's in your dress pocket,"whispered the dressmaker as she fastened the endless straps on the corset dress I was wearing. I froze, momentarily stunned and fear ran down my spine. Amanda sure know how to pick her spies. I wondered who else works for her. I looked at Beatrice, fearing she would overhear the conversation. She'd betrayed me once, I don't want her overhearing

***** I am the feast, Alpha King Damien was munching on with a skillful art of a lover. Lying stark naked on his gigantic bed, I didn't know when he pulled away my robe and my night dress as they lay on the floor. I slid my arms around his shoulders, caressing his tongue with my own. He groaned into my mouth. I'm on fire, I pull at his pants zipper but he caught my hands, imprisoning me, with only his lips touching mine. "You're wild, Freya," he murmured against my ears. I moaned. It wasn't enough. I want all of him. I deepened the kiss, hooking my legs around his back, drawing him closer. He tore his lips away from mine and trail them to my neck. I arched my head towards him. I need more...more. "Damien," I moaned, my long hair splayed on the plush bedsheets. He dragged his teeth from my neck to my breasts, grazing his sharp teeth on my sensitive nipples, causing me to arched my back to meet his onslaught. "Damien... Don't stop," I told him softly, my entire body raking with fi