The Alpha King

Rogues and Royals never mixed. It was only normal in our world ever since a rogue attack killed the only daughter of the Royal family.

We'd been tortured for years, hiding in small villages, barely surviving off of what we had and fearing the day the royal guards would find our hideouts to commit mass murder, or take us as servants to the royal family.

The royal family was run by nothing but cold hearts and merciless hands. I, Everleigh Holloway, wanted nothing to do with those murderers hiding behind gold platters and shiny jewels.

But life isn't fair.

And when your village is raided by the royal guards, you can only hope your death is a quick one. But one glance, one scent, and my life turned around and hit me on the back of the head.

A rogue, mated to the crowned King Nikolas Castellano II. You could only laugh at it.

A man with no humanity in his eyes, no life, no feelings, nothing. I was just another spawn in his game of chess, because that's how The Alpha King saw rogues, it's how they all saw us.

A mere game.