Precious_Onwe

Due to an ancient curse, anyone that wears the crown of Aradale becomes a cursed wolf. 
To live the rest of their lives separated from the other half of themselves. To be both human and a wolf but separated forever.

In a world where werewolves are almost extinct, King Alexander of Aradale, must find a way to unite his wolf side with his human side. And at the same time stop his Queen from escaping or killing him.

Will this wolf king achieve the impossible or will he die trying?

This is a story of love, lost, curse and betrayal but most of all it is a wolf story like never before.

Excerpt from the book.

"Do you think Sir Judd and Queen Eileen are alright?" Jamie asked him.

"Judd won't let anything happen to his wife. Western men are protective of their brides, Monisha" Alexander reassured her.

"I know that but are they alright? Did I destroy two lives today, Alexander? I can't believe I did that to Eileen. I can't believe I trapped her with a man that doesn't feel anything for her" Talking about the marriage binding that took place that morning made Jamie sad.

"Or maybe, you did them a favor. Maybe he will wake up to realize his imposed bride was the best thing that could ever happen to him. Maybe he will be willing to spend the rest of his life convincing his bride the same. Maybe it was meant to be" Alexander spoke in whispers to her. His voice was smooth and hopeful.

But Jamie couldn't shake the feeling that he might be talking about himself not Judd. She decided to answer him.

"What if his wife wants to feel the same for Judd but she can't. Because admitting she felt anything other than hatred and resentment for the man that stole her first life from her, might be too hard for her to imagine. Maybe she wants to relax in his arms every night and allow herself to feel something and she wants to feel it but she can't. Not without betraying everything she stands for. Not without knowing that everyone she left behind to start a new forced life was okay. Maybe she wants to feel it too but...maybe not. She has no choice in the matter"

Alexander knew Jamie was talking about herself too. He felt the little happiness that always seemed to originate from the abdomen and slowly to the rest of the body.


She wanted to feel! Alexander kissed her hair. It was the best news he has heard all day.

"What if everyone she left behind was okay? What if they gave their blessings to our union?" Alexander was done trying to pretend they weren't talking about themselves.

Jamie sat upright and turned to look at him. Her eyes glittering with unshed tears.

"Don't you get it! My father would never give you his blessing! You are the reason he lost two of his daughters and you are the reason I lost my kingdom, my sister and my inheritance. Even if I wanted to feel something, I couldn't. Because that would be too painful, Alexander. Hating you is just easier"

Jamie felt the tears run down her cheeks. Alexander sat upright. Using the back of his palm, he wiped the tears from her face. Then he kissed her lips.

"I understand, Jamie" He whispered to her.



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Queen Midknight: The Wolf's Bride

"Do you have to go?" Rosemund asked her brother.


Her eyes were tearful and her mouth pouts in disapproval. It was almost mid night and Alexander had sneaked inside her chambers to break the news to her.


He was of adequate body built yet he walked without making a sound of any kind. Evading the guards was actually very easy not that he needed to, he could simply order them to turn a blind eye to his whereabouts or go with the easier option and plunge a dagger into their chest. One thing that was true was there would always be more guards and knights.


No man dared cross Alexander; he takes lives with blinking an eyelid. Women and children were of course off limits, but he had no qualm if his father insists on public flogging as far as he doesn't have to be the one to do it.


Chapter thirty-two: King Ansell