Entangled with the Alpha King: My Mate is Alpha King

By Naely

After the mysterious death of her father, one of the Alpha kings, Rarity was enslaved by her older brothers and treated like a worthless servant. But on her 18th birthday, Rarity found her mate - the King of all Alphas, the most powerful being in existence. However, a surprising revelation staggers the development of Rarity and the king's union - her brother, Drake, is in love with Rarity.

• Language: English
• Publisher: supernovel
• Release date: Mar 29, 2024

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Chapter 1

RARITY ARMOR

Dad, give me a piggyback! I giggled, hopping onto my dad's back while he was in the middle of chatting with some alphas.

Stop doing that, Rarity! We are in the middle of a meeting, my elder brother, Prince Drew Armor, playfully scolded me.

I shrunk a bit, but I could not help myself; it was just too much fun! Thankfully, my dad came to my rescue, growling, Drew, do not ever talk to your little sister that way, ever. He said it with such love and protectiveness.

I stuck my tongue out teasingly at Drew, and my dad laughed before gently flipping me onto his back. Baby Rarity, I will happily give you a piggyback, and we can play all day together, but right now, I need to finish my meeting. Can you be patient and wait for me? he asked with a warm smile.

I nodded enthusiastically, Yes, Dad, I can wait! But I have something to ask you. I want to start training with… Before I could finish, my dad interrupted with a knowing grin.

Ah, my little princess with big dreams! You do not need to worry about training as an alpha just yet. You are already so special, and one day, you'll be a queen. All the werewolves in our pack and in the entire kingdom will happily protect you. He cupped my cheeks lovingly, and I felt so safe in his arms.

I beamed at him, feeling so lucky to have a dad like him. He always knew how to make me feel loved and cherished. With a soft kiss on my cheek, he said, Now, be a good girl and wait for me here, okay?

Yes, Dad! I love you! I said, hugging him tightly.

I love you too, my sweet Rarity, he replied.

I loved him so much, even though I did not have much time to meet my mother. He had told me that she died when I was very young. I did not understand it back then, maybe because I was only 12 years old.

I just nodded, all I got from his words as I was a princess, and all I had to do was have fun, and my elder brothers and the pack should protect me.

My other elder brother Drake Armor said in an annoyed tone commenting on my father's words, Your Highness, you are spoiling her so much. She needs to get regular training.

My father just roared and threw Drake with deadly gazes she's your little sister, remember those words. You have to promise me that you will take care of her after my death. He stared a while at Drake, who stared back in confusion diverting his eyes to my brother Drew. Then both said in the same breath, Sure father, we will obey your wish. Rarity is our little sister and our little princess. We will take care of her and protect her in our lives.

As my father gently stood up and put me down, I immediately noticed the pallor on his face, and it worried me. He did not seem okay, and it tugged at my heartstrings. My attachment to him was immeasurable; he meant the world to me.

Daddy, what's wrong with you? I pleaded with tear-filled eyes, my heart pounding in fear and desperation.

He tried to muster a reassuring smile, but it faltered, betraying the pain he was hiding. I am fine, baby, do not worry, he replied, his voice strained.

I knew he was lying, and my gut twisted with worry. There was something terribly wrong, and it terrified me to see my strong and loving father reduced to this vulnerable state. The weight in his chest seemed to crush him, and I could feel his suffering deep within my soul.

No, Daddy, you are not okay! I cried out, clutching his trembling hand, hoping my touch would somehow heal him.

I glanced around at the Alphas, my elder brothers, seeking help or understanding, but they coldly pushed me away as if I were a nuisance.

Then, it happened"a heart-wrenching moment that shattered my world into pieces. My father's legs gave way, and he collapsed to the cold, hard floor. Panic gripped me as I watched him fall, his body trembling with pain, and I could not comprehend why no one was rushing to help.

I screamed in horror, Daddy!

Tears blurred my vision as I tried to reach out to him, to hold him close, to somehow take away his suffering. But I felt helpless, frozen in place, as if time had slowed down to torture me further.

Daddy, please, someone help him! I sobbed, my voice choked with anguish, but my desperate cries seemed to fall on deaf ears.

The Alphas around us remained distant, indifferent to my father's plight, and the world felt like a cruel, dark abyss.

I felt invisible, insignificant, in that moment of utter chaos. While my heart screamed for someone, anyone, to come to his aid, I was left to witness his pain and vulnerability alone. The weight of my emotions pressed heavily upon me, and it felt like the ground beneath me was giving way too.

As if suspended in a nightmare, I struggled to understand why nobody cared, why nobody rushed to help the man who was not just the king but the pillar of love and protection in my life. My father, who had always been there to lift me up and hold me close, now lay on the floor, weak and defenseless.

Daddy, stay with me! Please, stay with me! I pleaded, my voice breaking with each word. But he was slipping away, and I could not bear the thought of losing him. The pain in his chest seemed to mirror the pain in my heart, and I could feel every ounce of his suffering as if it were my own.

I cried out for someone, anyone, to care, to come to our rescue, but it was as if we were all alone in this cold, uncaring world. The room was filled with haunting silence, broken only by my heart-wrenching sobs and desperate pleas.

Daddy, I love you! Do not leave me! I cried out, my voice raw with grief, but the silence persisted.

In that moment of despair and abandonment, my world crumbled before my eyes. I felt like a helpless child lost in a vast, dark void.

The screams and tears echoed in my soul, reverberating with the agony of a heartbroken princess who felt like she no longer belonged in her own kingdom.

Chapter 2

RARITY ARMOR

The news of the king's passing came like a knife to my heart. They announced it so callously, as if I were an outsider, unworthy of compassion. The realization hit me like a tidal wave"my beloved father was gone forever.

In my desperation, I turned to my elder brothers for comfort, hoping they would be my pillar of support in this tragic moment. Instead, they turned into monsters, shattering my heart with their cruel words.

He is not your father! You are nothing, Drew's venomous words stabbed me like a thousand daggers. You are adopted, abandoned like dog shits in the forest. You are not a princess.

Their betrayal crushed me, leaving me gasping for breath as tears streamed down my cheeks like a raging river. How could they be so heartless? Weren't they supposed to protect and care for me, just like our father did?

The pain was unbearable as I stumbled back to my room, their harsh words echoing in my mind. Liars, liars! I screamed in anguish, feeling like an unwanted outsider in my own family, in my own kingdom.

At only 12 years old, I was burdened with a sorrow beyond my years. The truth about my adoption was not news to me, but their rejection stung like never before. I had hoped for their love and acceptance, but instead, I was met with scorn and disdain from the very ones who were meant to be my brothers.

As the kingdom mourned the loss of our great king, I mourned the loss of a loving father and the dream of a family that would never be.

My tears seemed endless, and I lost track of how much time had passed since I had received the devastating news of losing my dearest father.

Wracked with grief, I huddled in a corner of my room, my body trembling as I rambled incoherently to myself. It was as if I was trying to fill the void left by my father's absence, imagining that he was still with me.

I yearned for someone to come and comfort me, but the world seemed to have forgotten my existence. Even the maids, who used to check on me daily, had been absent since the early morning. As a young girl, I convinced myself that they were busy with my father's funeral preparations, but deep down, I knew it was just my own wishful thinking.

Exhaustion and sorrow finally overcame me, and I drifted into a fitful slumber. In my dreams, I replayed the painful moment of my father's collapse over and over again. I found myself concocting excuses for my elder brothers, believing that their harsh words were merely a reflection of their shared grief.

I even blamed myself for his death, foolishly believing that my playful antics had somehow contributed to his exhaustion and eventual passing.

The weight of the responsibility I felt, the pressure to be a worthy princess, bore down on me. I had never experienced a normal life; my training as a future queen had been put aside. I could not help but wonder if my lack of preparation had caused my brothers to resent me.

Yet, through all the self-blame and doubt, I knew deep down that my brothers loved me in their own way. Their actions, though harsh, were driven by their own grief and confusion. As I lay lost in my thoughts, I felt a gentle hand on my shoulder, pulling me from my restless slumber.

Blinking back tears, I looked up to see my brother Drew Armor. His eyes were filled with a mix of emotions"sadness, concern, and perhaps even a hint of regret. I mustered a weak smile and threw myself into his embrace, seeking solace in his presence.

Drew, I whispered, my voice choked with emotion.

He pushed me back onto the bed and glared at me with disgust. I am not your brother; you can't call me Drew. Talk to me formally from now on if you want me to let you live in the castle. Got that? His voice was menacing, and I felt a shiver run down my spine.

I narrowed my eyes, trying to muster some courage as I pulled myself back to the edge of the bed. His rage-filled eyes and grave tone intimidated me, and I stuttered, What do you mean, brother?

He smirked, leaning closer to my innocent face. I mean from now on, you will stay in the castle, but in the maid's rooms. You will work here, and you will serve me at night. His wicked laughter echoed through the entire palace, sending chills down my spine.

As a naive girl, I did not fully understand his wordsat least not until my second brother, Drake, burst into my room and yanked me up by my hair, pushing me down to the floor. Now you are just a maid. If you want to eat and if you want us not to kill you, then you must serve me and Drew every single night." He licked the corner of his mouth, and a sickening feeling washed over me.

They both stared at me with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine. Their cold gazes showed no hint of mercy, and my heart pounded in fear. I crawled on the floor, desperately trying to stand up on my feet, hoping to escape their clutches.

What do you mean by 'needs at night'? I asked, my voice trembling with innocence, but deep down, I knew they were talking about something vile and sinister.

I could not fathom that my own brothers would want to use my body or do something wicked to me. Even if they kept insisting I was adopted, I had been raised among them as their little sister.

Why would they want anything from me? I was just a tiny, helpless girl, and their actions filled me with confusion and horror.

The reality of my situation sank in, and I felt like a prisoner in my own home, betrayed by the very people who were supposed to protect and love me. The innocence I once held dear was quickly fading away, replaced by the cruel truth of the world I now found myself trapped in.

Drake smirked, his words dripping with cruelty, Needs in bed, my little baby. Do not worry, we do not need your body now. You are still tiny with no boobs, just a pup. We do not want anyone from other kingdoms to know that we are treating our little sister badly. So, we'll wait until you turn 18. His smirk only grew wider as he spoke.

Chapter 3

RARITY ARMOR

I shook my head defiantly, summoning every ounce of courage, and spoke in a princess-like tone, refusing to accept such humiliation. No! I do not accept this. I will tell everyone in the kingdom that both of you want to make me a maid! My words came out with a determination that surprised even myself.

The shock was evident on their faces, they had not expected a young girl like me to speak with such bravery and defiance. Despite their laughter, I stood my ground, refusing to back down.

Drew Armor chimed in, trying to assert their dominance, Listen to me, you have no choice. The entire kingdom and pack already hate you. When we said 'secret,' we meant other kingdoms. But we could kill you now and tell them our little sister got killed! His words were dark and threatening, sending a shiver down my spine.

I stepped back, my heart pounding with fear, retreating to the corner of the room. The reality of their threat hit me like a tidal wave. They held all the power, and I felt utterly helpless and trapped. They could end my life, and no one would dare question them.

Tears welled up in my eyes as I realized the depth of their cruelty. My own brothers, blood-related or not, were capable of such wickedness. The world I once knew had crumbled before my eyes, replaced by a nightmarish reality where my own flesh and blood wanted to destroy me.

In that moment of vulnerability, I felt the weight of their words crushing me, suffocating me with the knowledge that I was at their mercy. I had no one to turn to, no one to protect me from the darkness that enveloped me.

They both approached me and patted my head, but I despised their touch. I could not stand them; I loathed them so deeply.

Feeling disgusted, Drake leaned in close to my ear and said, Now go down to the maids to get your new room.

I was filled with terror, almost frozen in my spot. I was so young, and now I had lost my father, my protector.

My instinct was to run downstairs and seek help from any of the ministers or my father's closest friends to protect me. But fear held me back.

They had threatened not to touch me until I turned 18, but the very idea of going from being a princess to just a maid filled me with heartbreak and despair.

I rushed downstairs, my tears streaming down my cheeks like rain. I could barely see through my blurred vision, not knowing whether I was crying over