Reborn As the Mate of the Cursed Alpha King: The Cursed King

By Lance Lunar

Emily's life was shattered by the ultimate betrayal. In her past, she was a devoted sister and wife, but the flames of treachery consumed her, leaving her to die in a fire set by her own husband and sister.

However, the moon had other plans, granting her a second chance at life. Reborn on her 18th birthday, Emily awakens to the cruel truth of her sister's envy and her husband's sinister intentions. Determined to rewrite her destiny, Emily rejects her deceitful mate, only to discover her soul is intertwined with that of the enigmatic Lycan King Benson Doorson, the sworn enemy of her ex-husband.

What will Emily choose? Love or revenge?

• Language: English
• Publisher: supernovel
• Release date: Apr 24, 2024

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CHAPTER 37 Kiss with him

Emily Pov

I spent days pondering the advice Benson had given me. Be the light my parents needed to see. It's hard to make a strategy that won't hurt my parents. I want to keep this good relationship with them. I didn't have that in my past life.

I distanced myself so much from them when I married Jimmy Doorson in my past life, I don't want to make the same mistake. But keeping Nina in the wolf pack is so dangerous and reckless. I can't understand how my parents see Nina as a fragile wolf. They think she will be killed if she is expelled from our pack.

I know Nina will be able to fend for herself out there, using charm and everything she possesses to retaliate if given the chance. I started patrolling at night to make sure Nina wasn't sneaking out of the guest house to meet with Jimmy Doorson.

I returned to my training routine at the Blue Bay Pack, in addition to being responsible for other tasks in the wolf pack. Dad has entrusted me with more departments after hearing praises about how I managed to restructure the Moon Shade Pack. He left me in charge of surveillance. I also watch the youngest pups and help with the births of our pregnant she-wolves.

Sometimes I think destiny has a somewhat cruel sense of humor. No one knows about my past life yet, and I believe maybe I'll never tell anyone. And because of that, no one can perceive the pain it is for me to help the pregnant she-wolves of our wolf pack. Every time a new pup arrives, Lily is filled with remorse for the loss of our own child. I have slowly controlled my sadness, seeing the beauty of a new life coming into this world.

One day, Amy came to help me take care of the newborn pups. Amy had decided she wanted to be a doctor. She didn't yet know which area she wanted to work in. So, she jumped from one area to another to help. She did this to identify her calling in medicine.

Have you ever thought of having one of these, Emily? Amy asked suddenly, as we changed the diapers of two twin pups.

My heart froze for a second with that question, the memory of the pregnancy revelation came like a flash in my mind.

Ah, I guess so... but not now, I stammered the response.

Me too! They're so cute, I just want to squeeze them! Amy replied, amused, and played with the chubby cheeks of the baby. I laughed at the scene. You and the king would have great pups, don't you think?

I choked on my saliva upon hearing that and was initially flustered. This time it's Amy who laughs at my reaction.

Come on, are you going to tell me you've never thought about it? The moment our king, Benson Doorson, declared that you were his mate, I immediately imagined the beautiful pups you two would have! Amy joked with humor.

We both finished changing the babies and picked them up, the twins were identical, two boys with green eyes and brown hair. Watching them, I got a glimpse of what my children with Benson could be like.

I don't think we'll get to that point, I replied thoughtfully.

Benson Doorson felt love within himself for my sake. But what about me? How did I feel about him? Kissing him was fantastic, almost magical. I longed for his company when we were apart, and when we were together, I felt peaceful and happy.

I don't know how to classify this as love. The only experience I have of being in love led to my death. Making the same mistake of falling in love is something I can't afford. Loving is last on my list of things to do.

But Benson is capable of making me feel things that not even Jimmy was able to provide. Benson is different from his uncle in every aspect.

Why not? What happened? Amy asks, bringing me back to reality and dispelling my mental reveries.

I put the newborn in the crib and Amy does the same. I shrug before answering her.

You said it yourself... he's the king, our alpha king. I don't think I'll be a good queen, a good Luna queen. He only informed me that we are destined mates, but he hasn't claimed me, I reply disheartened.

I don't know if I would like to be claimed. The fear of what happened to me in my past life still haunts me now.

Amy slides her hand down my arm until she finds my fingers and we both hold hands. She smiles at me before speaking:

You see too little of the greatness that exists within you, Emily. And you see even less of the perfect spark that exists between you and our alpha king, Amy says affectionately. I rest my head on her shoulder as we watch the twins in the cribs. You'll have beautiful babies, I'm sure!

I smile with Amy's illusory confirmation.

I tried to imagine myself as a mother, and with that came the question of Nina and my parents again. Would I have made the same decision they made if it were my child? Even trying to put myself in my parents' shoes, I can't accept Nina's actions. She tried to kill my father, the man who welcomed, educated, and loved her.

Benson was right, I needed to be the light that illuminated my parents. I can't accept that the emotional side outweighs the rational side in this matter. Nina is a danger to the wolf pack.

With my decision in mind, I march determinedly to my father's office. On the way, I meet my mother.

Mom, I need to talk to you and dad, it's urgent! I declare seriously, and my mom blinks in surprise at my attitude. She accompanies me, and during the short journey to my father's office, she asks what it's about. I only answer when we enter my father's office. He is alone, and that brings me relief. David and Minnie look at me uncertainly, and I breathe deeply before exposing my decision. Mom, Dad, I know you want to keep Nina here. But that can't happen... I declare sincerely. Nina is a risk and a danger not only to you but to the whole wolf pack. I understand the fear you have of her suffering greatly if she is exiled from our wolf pack. Because of that, my suggestion is that Nina be exiled from our wolf pack one day after she turns eighteen.

My parents look at each other and remain silent for a long period. My heart is racing in my chest and I try not to show my anxiety with the whole situation.

We will take this to the meeting of our wolf pack if everyone is in favor. We will exile her when Nina turns eighteen, David declares firmly, and I thank him with a nod of my head.

I feel a relief hearing that. It's not a complete victory yet, it's not the light illuminating everything. It's a spark, a small flame illuminating a dark room, and I'm happy with that.

At the end of the day, I meet Benson. I started the conversation by thanking him for the advice he had given me days ago, that I had decided to ask my parents for Nina's expulsion when she turned eighteen.

When is her birthday? Benson asks curiously.

In a month, almost less than that, I explain thoughtfully.

Congratulations on your perspicacity, Emily, I'm very proud of you, Benson praises, and I blush at his words.

We both meet on the terrace of the castle, it's a beautiful view of the city below us. I lean on the marble parapet and observe the whole scenery below us.

I couldn't have done it without your help. Without your advice, I reply honestly. Benson is a few inches away from me, in the same position as mine. Because of that, he leans towards my side and purposely bumps our shoulders. I laugh at the gesture.

I'm your king, it's my duty to know how to give good advice. I need to know how to manage my people well, Benson retorts humorously.

Speaking of which, on the way here, I had an idea. I announce thoughtfully, and Benson raises an eyebrow at me. What if we paid a visit to Frank Frost?

Benson changes his position on the terrace parapet. He turns and now leans his back on its edge. He crosses his arms in front of his strong chest.

With what goal? Benson asks seriously.

Jimmy Doorson, of course. Frank Frost may have much more concrete evidence that Jimmy wants to take the throne and dominion of the wolf packs, I explain.

Frank is a resentful man, it wouldn't be difficult to convince him to help us overthrow my uncle, Benson deduces with a more centered voice. We can go tomorrow to the prison, Benson suggests.

I straighten up from the parapet and stand in front of Benson, I observe his beauty and the desire to kiss him grows inside me.

It's a date, then, I tease, and Benson gives me a mischievous smile.

CHAPTER 38 A night with the alpha king

Emily POV

Frank is imprisoned in the most renowned prison in the kingdom, located in the Nightfall wolf pack. Nightfall has the most mysterious and incredible reputation among the most important wolf packs. It specializes in military intelligence. All soldiers serving the alpha king, Benson, come from the Nightfall pack.

I never got to meet the alpha of the Nightfall pack, I commented during the trip to the prison. Benson, who is driving the car, gazes at the road ahead with nonchalance.

He likes to keep a low profile. I envy him for that, Benson replies.

Do you know him? I ask curiously, and Benson flashes a mischievous smile.

Forgot I'm the king? Benson retorts with humor, and I playfully roll my eyes.

Smartass! I sing my response.

Benson wouldn't reveal the Nightfall alpha's name, and I'm somewhat satisfied with that. Benson Doorson had the quality of loyalty; if the Nightfall alpha didn't want to be known, not even the alpha king would take that right from him.

Have you ever imagined living incognito? I suddenly ask. Not being the king.

I notice a pensive expression appear on Benson's face before he responds.

I've wished for it many times. But I can't imagine living like that... wouldn't know where to start, he replies. I sense a weight of disappointment in his voice.

Don't know what life as a commoner would be like? I tease, and Benson laughs. His laughter fills the car, and I feel contagiously amused by his hearty laugh.

To be honest, I really don't know, Benson confesses.

Neither do I, I shrug. I mean, I'm not royalty. But being an alpha's daughter brings a bit of... I try to find the right word.

Responsibility? Expectations? Benson completes, and I agree.

I don't think the life of a commoner would suit you, Emily, Benson declares suddenly, his right hand touching my leg while his left remains firm on the wheel. You were born to be a queen. Born for greatness.

A warmth rises through my body at Benson's firm touch; I bite my lower lip to control the tingling sensation that arose between my legs. Seemingly noticing my reaction, Benson squeezes my thigh before withdrawing his hand and returning to the wheel.

We've arrived, he declares.

To my surprise, it was easy to convince former alpha Frank Frost to testify against Jimmy. He even brought evidence that he, Jimmy, and Nina had planned to take over the Blue Bay Pack.

I'm not proud of any of this. I'm not just saying that because I'm now behind bars. I've had time to reflect, and I need to find a way to redeem myself, not just to Alpha David Turner, but to everyone I've harmed, Frank confides.

Frank looks at me with a downcast expression, approaching the bars of his cell and gripping them before continuing to speak.

Forgive me, Emily. Forgive me for causing all this turmoil in your life and in the Blue Bay Pack. Nina is my niece; I value blood greatly. But Nina doesn't; she values power. Fill told me what she tried to do and how you've been helping at the Moon Shade Pack, despite all the harm I helped cause in your pack. Thank you for being so benevolent, Frank says.

I feel a little disconcerted by that apology, but I end up thanking him nonetheless.

I'll request a prison transfer for you, Frank. I can't promise your release, but if things go well... we can see what we can do to reduce your sentence, Benson proposes.

Frank accepts the condition without any protest. We concluded the visit quickly, and I feel satisfied with it all.

Where do you want me to drop you off? Benson asks. We're already on the road back home.

Moon Shade Pack. I want to talk to Fill and see how things are going for him along with the beta and gamma we chose, I explain.

You know you've already passed the test, don't you? Benson asks curiously, and I blink at him confusedly. When I informed everyone that you would manage the pack and that it was a way for me to know if you had the potential to be a worthy mate.

Oh yes, but I'm not doing it for that. I mean, thank you. I'm glad to know I passed. But the truth is... I like the people of the Moon Shade Pack, and I genuinely care about things there, I reply. Benson gives me a charming smile.

Emily, Emily... Benson growls my name with a husky voice, sending a shiver down my spine. Benson's eyes meet mine; I observe how much lust those green eyes carry. You never cease to amaze me, do you?

This time, I dare to place my hand on Benson's thigh; the alpha's eyes follow my movement, and I feel a growl vibrating within his throat.

I would hate to stop surprising you, I say with a murmur.

You'd better get out of the car if you don't want me to do something that would definitely surprise you, Emily, Benson declares with a growl. I smile and before getting out of the car, I lean closer to Benson and kiss him on the lips. In a swift move, Benson grabs my face and intertwines his fingers under my hair, pulling me closer to his body. The kiss is fiercer; Benson bites my lower lip, sending a surge of desire through me.

When we pull away, I'm breathless and much more eager to stay in that car.

Thank you for the ride, I say as I open the car door to exit. Benson laughs in response.

I watch him drive away from the main island. The euphoria of kissing Benson slowly dissipated from my body, but the feeling of how different that kiss had been still lingered within me.

Fill, along with the other two chosen to lead the Moon Shade Pack, was doing a great job. I had a meeting with them, and Fill briefed me on the situation within the pack.

With Devon and Ellie's help, it's been easier to keep things on track here at the Moon Shade, Fill says proudly.

I can see the changes happening for the better. I'm proud of you, and I'm sure your father will be proud too when he finds out. Our king and I spoke with him today, I reveal.

Fill's eyes glimmer with surprise when I mention his father.

Is he okay? Fill asks, concerned.

Yes, he's fine, don't worry, I reassure Fill.

I reveal nothing about the reason we visited Frank Frost; I don't want our plan to obtain evidence against Jimmy to be destroyed. By the end of my visit to the Moon Shade Pack, Fill is quieter and more pensive.

If you need any help, don't hesitate to call me, I assert to Fill, who quickly agrees.

The next night, Fill called me.

I didn't think I'd need your help so soon, I joke, and Fill lets out a short laugh on the other end of the line. Is everything okay?

I wanted to ask you a favor, Emily... Fill speaks timidly.

Go ahead, dear, I encourage him.

It's about my father... I would like to visit him, Fill requests. I take a moment to respond, thinking about how I could make this meeting happen.

I'll have to talk to our king about it, okay?

Yes, of course. I'd appreciate it in advance if you can make it happen. Fill responds excitedly. Let me know when you have news.

I'll let you know, don't worry, I finish the call shortly after.

Next, I call Benson. It takes him a while to answer, and when I hear his voice, I know something's wrong.

Benson? I call out to him, concerned. On the other end of the line, his response is a painful groan. The call ends before I can find out where he is.

I spend the rest of the night anxious, hoping to hear some news from Benson. A sense of anguish settles within me, consuming me with worry. I can hardly sleep and end up making calls throughout the night in hopes of getting a chance to speak with Benson, but it doesn't happen.

The next day, Benson returns my calls.

Are you okay? I was really worried, I blurt out.

Can I see you tonight? Benson replies, and I'm momentarily taken aback. I need to see you, Emily.

Yes, yes. Where do you want to meet? I respond quickly.

I'll pick you up, Benson answers and hangs up. I stare at the phone in shock. The dialogue was so quick that it took me a few minutes to process what happened.

I spend the day restless, hoping for the hours to pass quickly until I see Benson. The arrival of the night comes as a calm and gentle breeze.

Benson arrives by car, insisting on getting out of the vehicle and opening the door for me to enter. In the meantime, I observe the alpha king. There are deep circles under his eyes, his face looks a bit worn, and I notice how tired he seems.

Once I'm inside the car, Benson speeds away from my pack's property.

Benson... say something, I plead in a tone of desperation.

Waterfall, Benson says with a tired sigh, and I understand what he means. I watch him drive without saying anything else until we reach the castle. It was the first time I had been to the castle, catching me off guard. Even at night, the imposing beauty of the place was evident.

Benson leads me through the castle's wide corridors to a cozier area, a reading room.

I sit on the couch and watch Benson sit near me.

I'm sorry for yesterday. I... I transformed yesterday, and it wasn't pretty, Benson explains. I feel him speaking with much sadness, and I move closer to him, taking his hands.

You could have told me, I would have come to you and helped, I reply with compassion.

It's not your duty to do that, Emily, Benson rebuts. I take a deep breath at that response.

Benson, I don't see it as a duty but as an honor... I declare firmly. I hate seeing you suffer, so worn out like this.

With our hands held, I transmit some of my healing gift through my touch. A small beam of light illuminates with our joined hands. Benson's demeanor improves, and I feel calmer with that.

Benson's green eyes stare at me with the same lust as the day before. I place my hand on Benson's thigh once again and feel a growing desire within me.

Emily, I didn't bring you here for this... Benson announces in a low voice, almost like a growl. I just wanted to explain what happened.

My eyes move to Benson's mouth, the desire to kiss him increasing along with my desire. I move my face closer to his, and Benson doesn't pull away.

Please, Emily, I won't... Benson growls, If you come any closer, I won't be able to control myself.

I don't want your control, Benson. I want you, I respond with a suppressed moan.

With my declaration made, Benson moves to kiss me. His hands swiftly come to my hips, lifting me with firmness and speed, placing me sitting on his lap. Our lips are in sync with the kiss. Lust and desire mix between moans and pleasurable sighs.

Are you sure, Emily? Benson asks between kisses.

Yes... Benson, yes, I affirm with a moan.

Benson lays me down on the couch and lies on top of me. His lips leave mine and move towards my neck, eliciting more moans from within me. Our hands work together to remove each other's clothing. Benson pauses for a second and admires my body, just as I did with him.

You're beautiful, Emily. Perfect, Benson declares. I grab Benson by the neck and kiss him again.

Our bodies fit together perfectly. The moment I feel Benson inside me, a mixture of pain and pleasure escapes my lips.

Benson... I moan near his ear as I feel him filling me.

CHAPTER 39 A day with the king at waterfall of desires

Emily POV

Benson wraps his arms around me, and I nestle closer to him, our bodies aligned, our breaths synchronized. He kisses my neck tenderly, and I sigh with desire as I feel his warm breath against my skin.

His lips danced from my neck to my bare shoulder. Unable to resist any longer, I turn to face him.

Good morning, Benson murmurs to me, and I respond with a lazy smile. He leans in, and his lips delicately touch mine.

The morning sun illuminates the alpha king's royal chamber beautifully. There are four windows with curtains partially drawn, bathing the bed in the warmth of the sun. I stretch in bed, and Benson watches me do so. I notice that the sheet covering my body slips down slightly, revealing my nudity. I feel no shame in it; instead, I observe Benson's reaction and a glimpse of yesterday's desire crosses his face.

I want to stay here... forever, I declare sleepily. Benson supports his weight on his elbows, raising his chest slightly.

I can arrange that, Benson replies provocatively. I could decree a law that forbids you from leaving here, he jests.

I turn my body once more, lying on my stomach and propping myself up on my elbows on the mattress.

So, I'd be your prisoner, then? I speak with mischief in my voice.

You'd be my priority, not my prisoner. I'd decree that you should always be happy, just like you are now, Benson retorts. I smile at his response.

I'm happy like this because of what we did, I confess. Benson settles back on the bed and lies on his side, his left hand reaching towards me, his fingertips caressing my back, right along my spine. It sends a shiver through me and ignites a growing desire within.

We can do more if that's what you desire, Benson whispers in my ear. Unable to resist his touch, I lean in to kiss him.

This time there's no