Alpha King of Ruin and Desire
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Rejected. Cursed. Claimed by fate anyway. When Amelia's shattered mate-bond drives her into the path of the Alpha King, their forbidden connection ignites a threat the entire Morvane kingdom can feel. Ancient magic stirs, enemies sharpen their blades, and every secret she uncovers pulls her deeper into a destiny she never asked for. Forced into his world-and his orbit-Amelia must decide whether the pull between them is salvation or the beginning of another betrayal. "I don't want you," he growls-"but the bond doesn't care." But why does the curse react only to her? Who hunts her in the shadows of the palace? And what will the King do when fate demands a price he can't afford to pay?
Chapter 1
Dec 30, 2025
The shattering of the crystal was the moment Amelia knew her life was over.
The champagne flute exploded against the marble pillar, the sound ricocheting through the ballroom of the Lunar Citadel like a death knell. Gasps rippled across the Morvane elite.
Every eye swung toward her—toward the bride in sapphire, standing alone on the dais as Alpha Zoran Vane stepped forward, wearing the expression of a man about to deliver a sentence.
Her heart didn’t just pound; it splintered.
Because despite everything—despite the coldness, the distance, the late-night whispers she overheard between him and other women—some fragile, desperate part of her had still clung to hope.
Hope that today, he would choose her. Hope that this marriage could heal something—her shattered family, her fraying confidence, the years of feeling like a tolerated obligation instead of a daughter.
In less than an hour, she was set to marry Zoran, the leader of the affluent Crescent Pack, a union she had convinced herself was her duty to her family and bloodline. She told herself this was worth enduring the glacial scrutiny of her stepmother, Octavia, and the passive betrayal of her father, Lord Alaric.
But Zoran’s voice cut through her illusions like a blade.
"My dear guests," Zoran purred, his voice amplified across the hushed crowd of Morvane elites. He possessed the magnetic charm of a serpent, and the room was instantly captivated. "Before the binding vows are sealed, I must confess to an error. A significant, emotional error."
The ballroom froze. Amelia stopped breathing.
"This union is canceled," Zoran announced, his face hardening into a mask of righteous fury. "I cannot, in good conscience, bind myself to a female who has betrayed the sanctity of her bloodline and the trust of her family."
Her vision blurred as the murmurs rose, tearing through her like claws.
The sapphire gown—her late mother’s final gift—felt suddenly suffocating, devouring every breath. She felt the weight of every slight from Octavia, every cold dismissal from her father, every moment she had forced herself to smile and be the perfect daughter, the perfect bride.
“Zoran,” she managed, but the word trembled with disbelief, with grief she refused to show.
He smiled. Cruel. Practiced. Prepared.
“I speak of the forged financial records,” he said, savoring every syllable. “Her years of embezzlement. Her deception. Her betrayal.”
A lie. The most monstrous lie! Amelia’s stomach plummeted as the crowd recoiled. Her pulse beat so violently she feared her ribs would crack around it.
After everything… after giving up her dream of a real marriage, after convincing herself duty was enough… after wanting him to love her even when he wanted someone else… this was how he repaid her?
Two Crescent guards seized her arms—roughly, deliberately—as if she were already a convicted criminal.
Pain shot through her wrists, but it was nothing compared to the agony hollowing out her chest.
“Zoran, please—look at me,” she whispered. “You know the truth.”
Her fiancé—her almost-husband—did not spare her a single flicker of mercy.
“I’ve filed a formal complaint. Effective immediately, she is stripped of title and access. She is a danger to us all.”
A fresh wave of gasps.
But the real agony began when Octavia Thorne, Amelia's stepmother, glided onto the stage. Octavia’s eyes were dry, her expression one of crushing, sorrowful disappointment—the perfect, manipulative performance.
She clutched a lace handkerchief, but her eyes held a spark of wicked, controlled triumph.
"My heart breaks for her," Octavia murmured directly to the handheld cameras, her voice catching on a manufactured sob, pulling a distraught Theodora, Amelia’s tearful stepsister, close.
"Amelia has always been... emotionally volatile. Lord Alaric and I tried to shield her from herself, but the darkness was too deep. But Alpha Zoran’s sense of honor is absolute. We pray she seeks help."
Then came the final, crushing humiliation, delivered with sickening artistry.
Zoran stepped away from Amelia’s struggling form, moving toward Theodora, his movements smooth and practiced.
He smoothly took Theodora’s hand, lifting it to his lips in a gesture of sickening, reverent homage.
"My true error," Zoran corrected, his voice full of sickening, false sincerity, his gaze sweeping over the horrified crowd, "was my inability to recognize the pure spirit of a true Alpha Queen. Theodora, my darling, you are everything Amelia never was: honorable, gentle, and utterly devoted to the pack. It is you I wish to bind my life to."
Theodora, previously weeping into Octavia’s shoulder, lifted her head. Amelia caught a flicker of venomous, triumphant joy in her sister's eyes—before Theodora masked it with feigned reluctance and whispered.
"I only want what is best for the pack, Zoran."
The betrayal was complete. Zoran hadn't simply left her; he had publicly criminalized her and chosen her own sister to replace her, a scenario clearly orchestrated by Octavia.
The guards dragged Amelia down the steps. The ring her mother had chosen cut into her skin as if punishing her for ever dreaming she could be loved. The smell of untouched feast mocked her as she stumbled past it.
She had tried so hard to be dutiful and perfect. To be worthy of love from a father who barely looked at her and a fiancé who always wanted someone else.
But in the end, she was nothing but a political sacrifice, just a disposable piece. Humiliation seared every nerve, but beneath it—beneath the ruin—rage unfurled like fire.
As they shoved her toward the service corridor, she saw him.
A towering figure standing in the shadows, massive and unmoving. He wasn’t watching Zoran’s theatrics—he was watching her. Dark emerald eyes—ancient, unreadable—met hers across the chaos.
Cold power radiated from him. He was a stranger, a predator, a king in the making. And something inside her shuddered in recognition.
An impossible, unwanted pull, a spark. Before she could react, the guards forced her into the waiting black car.
The door slammed. Her future, her title, her last hope of being loved—it all vanished with the echo.
Amelia collapsed into the leather seat as the car lurched forward. Tears ran hot and furious down her cheeks, not from heartbreak, but from a rage she could no longer bury. They had taken everything from her.
Everything but the one thing that would destroy them all—her will to rise. And her hunger for vengeance.
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