An Alpha called 'god.'

An Alpha called 'god.'

Victor Pope

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Now, King Rex Anderson of the Golden Castle, once the Alpha, is forced to honor a brutal war pact by giving his daughter, Mia Anderson, to Victor Rodriguez, his former second-in-command and now the werewolf Alpha. Tensions ignite between their pride and power. However, Mia Anderson is no ordinary daughter. After a series of emotional and manipulative tortures and dominance by her betrothed husband, Victor Rodriguez, she has become a master of emotional control, unshaken by Victor's cold dominance. What begins as a forced union spirals into a dangerous game of obsession, manipulation, and psychological warfare. In a world where love is twisted and power is everything, only the most ruthless will survive.

Chapter 1 A man called Beautiful

Through my room's window, I saw the golden castle gate slowly open till its end.

No one had ever made this gate reach its end opening, not even my father, the king.

Horses rode in; riders wore fine long robes. All our guards watched in amazement at their 'more-royal convoy.'

It was as if God had decided to visit my father to deliver a message which he couldn't entrust to Angel Gabriel's hands.

I loved how magnificent their attire and convoy were. It was a grand panache that left everyone in awe.

It was one of my father's friends, probably a politician.

I shouldn't have bothered because it was none of my business, so I decided to close my window and concentrate on the maid who was kneeling before me and painting my toenails.

While almost drawing the curtains of my closed glass window, other horse riders parted ways for a man.

His fine robe was different; it had all the colors of the rainbow and even more. He wasn't a girl, but he was beautiful.

The sun reflection on his skin could blind natural eyes; his skin reflected like light on diamonds.

My eyes couldn't have enough of feeling him in, so I reopened the glass of my window. He stepped forward majestically like some god.

Who was this young, beautiful man that made my father, the king : a renowned warrior known for getting no scratch all his battle life , stand on the porch of the royal golden castle for so long, watching in shocking fear?

Was he a god?

But why was my father acting like he had seen a devil of royalty?

Oh, then I remembered. Lucifer was known as the angel of light as well, the morning star. Maybe he wasn't what his exterior said, but I was so eager to find out.

As he stood beneath the porch, looking up to my father with an unfunny smile, the calm wind blew his midnight-black hair, which was kept slick at the back.

Honestly, something in me electrified my body, urging me to go feel his hair, but I was afraid.

From my father's look, he might have been the devil. His intense amber eyes still gazed at my father, who was shaking like a table full of light metals during an incoming earthquake.

My father couldn't behold his face anymore, so he hurried inside, leaving my mother dumbfounded, looking at the man from the porch.

I wanted to take in every gist from this beautiful man, so I hurried in after him to see what he had that shook the almighty Golden Castle.

They were speaking in the castle's private chamber.

Whatever made my father take someone into the private chamber must have been a secret information dear to his heart.

Here, I feared that my father was now among the illuminati. I had never heard him react in such a way ever since I popped out of his darling wife's coochie.

Secretly, I made my way around the soundproof private chamber with five-inch-thick walls.

My partner in crime, Lily , my best, crafty and smart maid , hurriedly brought a hose and quietly slipped it through a small space beneath the closed entrance, capturing the sound from the private chamber.

I plucked the hose into my ear like I was some doctor eagerly wanting to hear the heartbeat of an unresponsive patient.

Their voices echoed through the muffled walls, resounding in my ear.

"Donkey years I must say, once Alpha, you've really made a great name for yourself." This wasn't my father's voice.

Young as he was, his voice was more commanding, proud and firm than my aging father's.

"I can say the same for you, Victor Rodriguez," my father's voice trembled, mixed with fear and effects of aging.

"You must have kept your lies to your people, if not you wouldn't still be on the throne now."

I didn't understand what he was talking about but my father was silent and I could hear his heartbeat palpitating through the hose in my right ear.

But the commanding, proud voice continued...

"I have patiently counted the years for her, Rex. I'm sure she's 22 now and I've come to take my bride as promised. Or... do you want to go back on your words now, their king?" I was more confused about what he was talking about.

But with the disrespectful tone at which he was talking to my father irritated me!

What kind of beauty could be this disrespectful to an old, thick, silver-grey-haired man before him?

A sudden rush of adrenaline flowed through my body with a stimulus that made me want to break those thick walls and punch him in the face, but then again I paused, recollecting what he had just said, "I'm sure she's 22 now..." Yes, I was 22.

"I've come to take my bride," No no no no no! So I echoed in my head.

I hoped I wasn't the one they were talking about, or someone in another weak kingdom which they hoped to defeat in battle and take their kingdom to expand theirs.

But my father wasn't responding to any of these heavy questions.

I could hear a cry trying to burst out from his shaking lips but then I thought he was trying to maintain his composure as the renowned warrior and strong king he was.

"You're wasting my time, Rex Anderson. Go get my bride. I have my personal schedules for the day to attend to and I'll advise you don't keep me waiting. Go now."

Wait, why was he so commanding?!

I grinned my teeth until they cracked like the world placed on a single thick wood, so I felt it through my brain.

I was a soft lady, but then, I saw my green veins all bulging out like the Hulk!

I could imagine my knees forcing themselves into the ground while I grinned in seething anger even when I had no superpowers, like my father sometimes disagreed with me.

I suddenly heard shoe steps knocking on the ground. The sound gradually drummed loudly into the hose.

Fear engulfed Lily's eyes while she tapped me, gesturing an incoming movement.

I left her and scrammed, though stealthily. She was smart enough and could take care of herself.

Reaching the covert entrance, I turned and saw her still pulling the hose, eager to leave there before the incoming sounds could burst the hose with a drumming beat.

I heard the private chamber wall-door break open like the walls of Jericho.

While running towards my room, I feared what would become of Lily now for eavesdropping on the king's conversation.

She would be beheaded with immediate alacrity!

Even I, the king's pride, couldn't save her now!

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