A Prey For The Cursed Enigma Alpha King
Seraphim— every wolf’s worst nightmare, is best described as a heartless monster, and Amanda already knew a fate worst than death awaited her the moment she was forcefully sent to him by her parent’s pack as a tribute. Seraphim, whose name brings men to their knees from fright and whose reputation was as terrifying as it was dangerous, was an enigma king, and the alpha of alphas that ruled every other pack. Enigmas are werewolves, but more powerful, ancient and deadlier and they’re rumored to be deranged psychopaths. Since the moment he laid a rule that each pack much send a woman to him annually, no one has dared to go against that.
Amanda— once luna queen, now nothing, had recently gotten betrayed and discarded by her mate, and is currently being treated like dirt on the ground when this wretched fate befell her and left her with no choice. She hoped to run away, or be killed instead of being sent to the enigma king, but wishes were sadly not horses.
Seraphim had been cursed from his mother’s womb, plunging him into a life filled with wretched hollowness. From being unable to lay with a woman, to being unable to step in the sun- seraph’s life wasted away… till Amanda. Suddenly, he was experiencing new emotions and realizing that for the first time, he might actually need someone, even though the person was wolfless and broken.
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When I sucked hard on that marred spot on her throat, a breathy whine filled the air, flying straight into my chest. I dragged my tongue over that spot and her small body shook against me and a whimper echoed in the darkness.
Fuck, these sounds… they were doing twisted things to my senses, things I’ve never experienced before.
I snagged her chin and jerked her head up after pulling away, watching as her eyes widened while she tried and failed to control her breathing pattern.
“Don’t smell like someone else again.” The sharp words were out before I could stop them, harsh and filled with warnings and she nodded hastily, seeming like she might faint at this point.
I stepped back a little and let my sharp eyes rake over her entire body, trying to store the curve of her body through her dress in my head, along with how her skin tasted, and how she smelled so fucking eatable right now.
I really do want to eat her. I admitted to myself as I tightened my hold on her chin.
But not today.
Tomorrow, perhaps.
But… not today.
Whether she realized it or not, this monster in me already recognized her as my prey.
And I’d eat her up in no time.