The Alpha Kings Forbidden Hybrid

Akira

It was time. The maids had finished cleaning and dressing me up.

If I had known I was born into Lunagron to serve the Dragon Lord as his s*x slave, I would have died in my mother’s place instead.

My father was Alpha Logan. He was the Alpha of the powerful Glowpaw pack that was closest to Demagon, the dragon kingdom. He despised me along with my stepmother, the Luna, her kids, and everyone else in the pack.

I was wolfless. I was weak. A disappointment. I was born on a full moon which meant I should’ve been a blessing from the moon goddess but that day, my mother died. My father never told me who she was, no one in the pack knew who she was.

But I was reminded day by day for the first sixteen years of my life of how I killed my mother, just to become a failure. The Luna aggravated my wounds and her children were the pure definition of devils.

I thought life couldn’t get worse but when dragons attacked my pack for reasons unknown, life became worse. That day I lost my virginity to four dragons. The way they maltreated me has given me endless nightmares to date.

I wished they left me to die in the forest when they finished, but no, I was taken as a slave to Demagon. I spent the last two years of my life, working tirelessly in a brothel. Every morning they would wake me at five to serve dragons that were trying to get themselves high before f*****g a dragoness.

Sometimes they mistook me for the dragoness. Others wanted me to satisfy their sexual needs for free. And the rest just wanted to see me suffer.

They would strip me bare of the rags I called clothes, and most days, I would have to walk around naked. I was so young but they killed the child inside of me. I was exposed to the wicked side of Lunagron so early.

We were thirty when we were first brought two years ago, but now, I was the only one left. Others had either been beaten to death, executed, or ‘accidentally’ killed. I didn’t know why I was still alive but I wished I died sooner.

The day that should be the happiest for every wolf became a nightmare to me. I found my mate. But who was he?

He was Aragon, the Dragon Lord. How could HE ever love someone? How could someone that had 700 concubines and 300 s*x slaves ever be able to love me? He was the one that destroyed my pack.

He was the dragon that made me see the worst side of life in the last two years. He was the same one that had been ruling for 80 years and drank blood to satisfy his possessed dragon. But that was why I was still alive. To satisfy his dragon.

He wanted to kill me when he first saw me but instead, he took me to his palace, his cave.

He kept me in a room and I wondered why I wasn’t dead yet. Then maids came to prepare me.

Now, I was in front of a golden door. But there was something in me that was different.

My hands burnt like hell and I could hear and see things I couldn’t see before. My senses doubled. It was like my body had been divided into two parts. I didn’t know why I felt so different today on my eighteenth birthday. But I was too worried and scared to think about it.

Accepting my fate, I opened the door and walked in.

The room was painted red. It reminded me of the rooms at the brothel. There was a big King-sized bed covered in black sheets. The room was more or less empty.

The door shut behind me. I turned to find no one there. I cautiously walked deeper into the room, thinking there was nothing else in it until I saw a table with different devices.

I returned my attention to the door, hoping I could still escape but he stood there...

“Dracul’s happy to see you. He’s been waiting.” When he took a step forward, I took one back. “Why move back, Akira? You caused this upon yourself.”

“Stay away from me Aragon...” It was more of a beg than a warning.

“You’re terrified?” Aragon laughed, sending shivers down my spine.

"I'm not afraid of you!"

He squeezed my chin and looked into my shaky eyes. "You will be." I pushed him back but he didn't move an inch. "You'll regret what you've just done, Akira."

"I've been through worse. Do your worst, Aragon!!"

He cracked his fists and stepped away from me. “Let’s make this happen.”

The lights turned off and there were echoes of his voice repeating, ‘Come to me,’ but I couldn’t see him. Two hands pulled my waist towards its owner. He carried me up and bent me, spanking my a*s through the dress but I couldn’t feel a thing because of the clothing.

I tried to kick him and give him some pain but he was too powerful.

Though I didn’t have my wolf, I could sense him when he was nearby. Which was weird. He threw me on the bed and disappeared again. When I just started to catch my breath, there was a loud thud on the bed.

I screamed when he pulled me to him. He released his claws and tore my clothing, not caring if he tore my skin along with it.