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

Chapter hundred and five: Jamie killed a boar

Jamie rode on the horse she borrowed from the stables to the hunting ground. She knew that by now, every noble man with vigor and something to prove was in the walking distance of her destination.

When she got there, it wasn't hard to spot Alexander. There was absolutely no one like him with his brown pants and red tunic, he was tracking the boar with the rest of the hunting crew.

Everyone was allowed a chance at the boar but traditionally, a King always ends up killing the creature. Everyone watched with rapt attention as the king attempt to do this almost impossible feat from an impossible distance.

Alexander slowed his breath and he blinked when it was absolutely necessary. The only trick to making a shot from that distance was patience and he had a bucket load of it.

He narrowed his right eye just a little bit before he let the arrow go.