The Lycan King’s Rogue Queen
Riley Ashford never wanted a pack, a mate, or a crown. Exiled for her wild defiance, she learned to survive on her own terms: free, reckless, and untamed.
Until the night she is captured by Kael, the ruthless King of Lycans—an ancient predator who rules not just with power, but with fear.
Kael has never shown mercy, never been tempted by women who only wanted his throne. Too docile, too boring, too predictable. But Riley is none of those things. She’s chaos wrapped in sharp teeth and sass, a wolf who dares to snarl in the face of a Lycan.
Forced into Kael’s world, Riley refuses to kneel, turning every humiliation into a battlefield of wit and defiance. But the more she fights, the more Kael finds himself drawn into the storm he swore he didn’t need.
Between deadly trials, court politics, and dangerous rivals who’d kill Riley just to get close to the throne, one truth becomes undeniable:
🔥 She might be his prisoner. She might even be his downfall. But she will never be anything less than his equal.
And the Lycan King has never met a queen like her.
Basahin
Chapter: What the King Doesn’t SayThe palace baths were a cavern of steam and echo. I sat on the marble ledge with my feet in too-hot water, skin stinging where yesterday’s claws had left their love letters. Someone had left a tray—bread, broth, fruit, nothing poisoned, probably—so I ate like the starving, blood-smeared heathen I apparently was. My wolf stretched under my skin, purring at the heat. We fought. We bled. We stood. “Yeah,” I murmured, tearing a chunk of bread with my teeth. “And now we ache like a ninety-year-old with a weather forecast in her joints.” The doors hissed open. Of course they did. Kings don’t knock. Kael’s reflection arrived in the water before he did: a tall, dark smudge cutting the steam, gold catching light like embers. I didn’t turn. Petty, yes. Satisfying, also yes. “Stalking the baths now?” I said, dipping my calf deeper. “Careful, Your Majesty. Rumors like that ruin a tyrant’s mystique.” “Stand,” he said, voice quiet enough to shiver the water. “Pass.” I broke off more bread.
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Chapter: Blood, Sweat, and SassThe courtyard smelled like sweat, steel, and arrogance. Lycans—dozens of them—watched me with open disdain. Warriors, broad-shouldered and scarred, their golden eyes gleaming with the kind of superiority only immortality and raw power could give. To them, I was nothing. A wolf. A rogue. A pup who had stumbled into the wrong playground. “Bring the mutt to the circle,” one sneered as I stepped forward, still aching from the fight with Kael the day before. My ribs burned, my skin pulled tight over bruises, but I wasn’t about to limp in front of this crowd. “Mutt?” I echoed sweetly, plastering on a smile. “That’s adorable. You must’ve practiced that insult for hours. Want me to clap?” Snickers broke out among the younger Lycans, quickly silenced by their seniors’ glares. The sneering one bared his teeth. “Watch your tongue, wolf. You won’t have it when we’re done with you.” “Aw, foreplay already?” I tilted my head. “At least buy me dinner first.” More laughter, quickly stifled. I l
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Chapter: The testThe guards yanked me out at dawn, shoving me through the stone corridors. “Where are we going?” I grumbled. “If this is another royal dinner, I expect a fruit basket and at least three bottles of wine.” They ignored me. Wolves in armor. Always so fun at parties. The courtyard was already full when the gates swung open. Sunlight blazed off pale stone. Warriors crowded the edges of the sparring ring—Lycans, not wolves. Broader shoulders, sharper eyes, a raw power that made even my wolf’s hackles rise. And every single one of them looked at me like I was a circus act. And then I saw him. Kael. The Lycan King stood at the center, shirt gone, sweat streaking across a chest cut from steel and war. His presence wasn’t just physical—it was gravitational. He pulled all attention into himself and crushed the air around him with sheer weight. “Bring her,” he ordered. I was shoved forward, into the circle. My wolf bristled instantly. Not prey. Never prey. Kael’s golden eyes locked on me,
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Chapter: Fire Behind Closed Doors The guards shoved me inside and the door slammed behind me with a final thunk. I stood there, silk skirts twisting around my legs, heart hammering, fury boiling so hot it made my skin itch. My wolf paced inside me, snarling, claws scraping. We don’t serve. We don’t bow. Not to him. Not to anyone. I tore at the gown’s hem just to breathe, pacing across the rug like a caged beast. “Breathe, Riley,” I muttered. “Don’t murder the king. Not yet.” The door opened. And there he was. Kael filled the frame like a stormcloud, broad, golden-eyed, calm as death. He didn’t knock. Of course he didn’t. Kings don’t knock. They claim. “Get out,” I snapped instantly, my voice sharp enough to cut glass. “Unless you’re here to apologize. In which case, get out anyway, but maybe I’ll stab you with a slightly smaller knife next time.” His mouth curved. Not a smile—Kael didn’t smile. A smirk, dark and cruel. “You played your part well.” “My part?” I barked a laugh, stalking toward him. “Oh, you mean
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Chapter: The King’s GameIf hell had a seating chart, this was it. The banquet table stretched on forever, polished wood gleaming under chandeliers dripping with crystals. Noble Lycans preened in silks, dripping jewels, their laughter sharp enough to slice skin. And me? I was the sideshow act. The rogue. The prisoner. The King’s new chew toy dressed up like a servant. My wolf paced restlessly inside me, tail lashing, hackles up. We don’t serve. We fight. We run. Yeah, well, try telling that to the six guards stationed in the room, or to Kael himself, lounging at the head of the table like sin carved into flesh. “More wine,” he said, his voice smooth but carrying across the hall like a whip crack. I clenched the bottle so hard my hand shook. Pouring wine. Serving. I’d been exiled because I refused to bow, because I’d never bend to anyone’s rule—and here I was, reduced to this. A waitress in silk. A rogue dressed up as a joke. “With pleasure, Your Majesty,” I said sweetly, forcing a grin that probably lo
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Chapter: The King Everyone FearsBy the third day of my royal imprisonment, I’d learned three things: 1. The food here was way too good for a “dungeon.” I was starting to suspect they were fattening me up for some ritual sacrifice. 2. Lycans had terrible taste in wall art. Who hangs portraits of themselves snarling? I mean, relax, we get it—you’re scary. 3. The King of Lycans was the single most frustrating male in existence. And I’d dated a warlock who cursed my underwear drawer, so that was saying something. Kael hadn’t visited me since our little “You’ll need your strength for surviving me” chat, but his presence lingered like smoke in the air. And judging by the whispers I overheard from servants who scurried in and out of my chamber, the man was practically legend. Kael wasn’t just king. He was the King. The one who’d inherited the throne after ripping it from his own father’s hands in combat when he was only twenty-five. Now, at thirty-two, he was a ruler no one dared to question. A warrior whose claws had
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