The King
Contents ( 40)
- THE KING
- A. RIVERS
- Contents
- Prologue - 7 years earlier
- Present Day
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-One
- Epilogue
- Also By Alexa Rivers
- Fighter’s Heart – Excerpt
- Acknowledgments
- About the Author

THE KING
A. RIVERS
Copyright © 2022 by A. Rivers
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This book is a work of fiction. All people, places, brands, and organizations within it are fictional or have been used fictitiously. Any resemblance to real people, places, brands, and organizations is entirely coincidental.
Editing and proofreading by Paper Poppy Editorial and Caroline Acebo.
Cover design by Steamy Designs.
Contents
Prologue - 7 years earlier
1. Present Day
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Epilogue
Also By Alexa Rivers
Fighter’s Heart – Excerpt
Acknowledgments
About the Author
To Kate and Caroline
For helping me make this story what it is.
Prologue - 7 years earlier
Willow
Was this what a broken heart felt like? This strange, splitting sensation in my chest?
Tears streamed down my cheeks as I perched on the edge of my father’s desk, barely able to see the familiar row of vintage guns through my blurred vision.
I was an idiot. Such a monumental idiot.
I should have known better than to think a guy like Emmett had really been interested in me, but I’d been flattered by his attention and gone along with it.
So naïve.
Now, all I wanted was a hug from my dad, but according to his personal assistant, Sonia, he was in a meeting. She’d ushered me into his office and told me I could wait for him here. I think she hadn’t wanted to deal with my tears. Especially not where I could disturb the employees. My father ran a security company with dozens of staff who were too busy protecting others to have time for a teenage girl’s hysterics.
I wouldn’t want them to see me like this anyway. It was far too humiliating.
The door swung open, and I jolted in surprise.
“Can I have a word with you, Frank? It’s about the Walton account.” The man looked up, and his smooth voice broke off when he realized it wasn’t my dad sitting at the desk. “Oh, Willow. Hello. I was just looking for your father.”
I stared at him, momentarily unable to speak. Ronan King, the hottest man in the universe, had always had that effect on me. He had thick brown hair, a strong nose, and a delicious five o’clock shadow Emmett and the other high school boys could only dream of. Something fizzed in my stomach, and tingles spread over my skin. But then the sensation soured when I remembered that I was sitting on the edge of Dad’s desk with puffy eyes and mascara-stained cheeks. This seriously could not get any worse.