A bite from an Alpha King

Anne T. Thyssen Paranormal

I could hear leather giving in as a powerful body was expanding, leaving little room in the jacket. The king’s body was suddenly so close to me as he leaned in and took a deep breath. I could hear him growling satisfied, as he smelled me. When he pulled away, his eyes had a dark glow to it and I could feel my body shake for some unknown reason. What was happening to me?
“Now little one, can you tell me why my own mate is trying to have me killed?” he asked in a husky and deep voice. He licked his lips as he looked at me.
Suddenly, I was very self-conscious as he was eyeing me. Something about the way he looked at me gave me goosebumps, but I wasn’t sure if it was a good or bad feeling. I took a quick glance down at me, suddenly doubting if I was actually wearing clothes. I was dressed in complete black clothes with short shorts that sat tightly around my strong body, combat boots and a tight sleeveless crop top that only covered my breasts, oh and no bra. My hair was braided in a long braid that went all the way down to my ass. I looked back at the king after reassuring myself I was actually wearing clothes, but he still had a hungry look in his eyes and I couldn’t understand why.
“Are you not going to answer me?” he asked, almost threatening, as he tightened the grip around my throat.
I gasped as I felt no air was able to pass through. Goddess he was strong. I had fought other rogues, strong male rogues and other boys at my old pack. I was always the winner, but now with the male in front of me, I was suddenly left so powerless. I couldn’t even loosen his grip. It was as if I was nothing but a weak female in front of a hungry wolf.
“L-…”
I tried speaking but nothing would come out. The grip was too tight and I was getting weaker by the minute. The king looked curiously at me as he slowly leaned forward again to try and hear what I was saying, but his confused eyes were soon replaced with shock and realization because, as he leaned towards me, I saw an opening. I pulled the silver knife from my back pocket and plunged it with all the force I had left in me right into his chest. He gasped as he looked down at the knife in shock. His eyes then turned to me, looking almost horrified at me as I smiled my evil smile.
“Long live my father,” I whispered, almost without a sound.
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Octavia is seeking revenge for her father the late king. She has been trained since birth to be a deadly killer by her father, but he was brutally murdered by the new king. When Octavia on her nineteenth birthday, finally sees an opening to get back at the king for killing her father she sets out to kill him, but his yellow eyes couldn't be mistaken, and she learns something she would rather have lived without.
Valerio has finally gotten the throne and now has to keep the promise to an old friend who helped him get it. He has to be mated to his daughter. He is not interested in getting a queen by his side, but a promise is a promise but as he arrives at his queen-to-be's place, he finds more than he bargained for.
*Book 1-10 Wolves' Fated Mates*

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