The Wolf Kings choice
On the day she was supposed to be ruined, she accidentally married the most dangerous man in the realm.
Amy was the laughingstock of the Silver Moon Pack. Drugged by her wicked stepsister, Regina, and framed for sleeping with the lowly pack blacksmith, Amy is stripped of her name, violently rejected, and banished in front of the entire pack. Regina thought she had won. She thought she had condemned her sister to a life of absolute misery.
But the soot-covered blacksmith who claims Amy as his mate isn’t just a laborer.
He is Lycan—the ruthless, bloodthirsty sole heir to the Lycan King, hiding in disguise. To the arrogant pack royals, he is a filthy peasant. To Amy, he is a fiercely protective mate who dresses her in mythical silk, kisses her scars, and builds her a hidden sanctuary.
For six months, they live in quiet bliss, harboring a beautiful secret: Amy is pregnant with his child. But when Regina and the pack royals launch a brutal, unprovoked attack on Amy’s home on their way to the Capital to beg for an alliance with the Lycan Kingdom, they make a fatal mistake. They leave Amy bleeding on the floor.
Now, the blacksmith’s disguise is dead. The Lycan King’s Heir has returned to his throne, and he is coming for blood.
Regina wanted to destroy a weak Omega. Instead, she woke a monster. And he will burn the entire pack to the ground to protect his Queen.
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Chapter: The king's justiceThe sickening crunch of Victor’s shattered hands still echoed in the small, ruined cottage. Victor lay crumpled on the floorboards, sobbing and violently cradling his mangled fingers against his chest. But Lycan was not finished. The air in the room suddenly grew impossibly heavy, vibrating with a dark, suffocating energy. It wasn't just the dominant aura of an Alpha this was something ancient. Deep shadows began to bleed from Lycan’s armor, swirling around his massive frame like living smoke. The temperature in the cottage plummeted to freezing. Frost crept across the stone hearth, extinguishing the fire in a matter of seconds. Lycan raised his hand, his eyes burning with a blinding, bloodthirsty crimson light. A crackling, violent surge of raw mystical power materialized in his palm, humming with a terrifying, destructive frequency.Victor choked on his own blood, his eyes wide with disbelief as he stared at the dark magic illuminating the blacksmith's face. "You... you low-life
Last Updated: 2026-08-07
Chapter: The wrath of the KingThe crushing, demonic aura that flooded the cottage was so heavy it felt like the oxygen had been entirely sucked from the room. The man standing in the shattered doorway was cloaked in midnight-black, impenetrable royal armor. The dark iron crown resting on his head seemed to absorb the morning light. His eyes, usually a warm and loving amber, were now a glowing, bloodthirsty crimson. But the moment those terrifying red eyes landed on me—bleeding out on the wooden floorboards, my hands desperately clutching my stomach—the demonic wrath in his gaze shattered into pure, raw panic. He didn't even look at Regina, Victor, or my stepmother. He moved with a speed that defied logic, crossing the room in a blur of black metal and dropping to his knees directly into the pool of my blood."Amy," he choked out, his deep voice cracking with a terror I had never heard before. His massive, armored hands hovered over me, trembling violently as if he was afraid he would break me. Carefully, with
Last Updated: 2026-08-07
Chapter: Blood on the Flowers *Six Months Later* The early morning sun filtered through the small window of the stone cottage, casting a warm, golden glow over the tangled sheets. "I should be back by nightfall," Lycan murmured. His deep, gravelly voice vibrated against my skin as he pressed a lingering, fiercely possessive kiss to my bare shoulder. I sat up, pulling the thick quilt over my chest. Lycan was already dressed in his rough canvas trousers and a thick leather tunic, packing a heavy canvas bag slung over his broad shoulder. He told me there were urgent issues at the border, a massive trade caravan that required a large batch of newly forged horseshoes. I hated when he left, even for a day. Over the last six months, this tiny cottage and the beautiful garden behind it had become my entire world. The domestic peace we had built was worth every sacrifice, every rumor, and every mocking whisper from the pack. "Do you really have to go?" I asked softly, reaching out to trace the heavy silver scars
Last Updated: 2026-07-27
Chapter: The Blacksmith's GardenThe journey to the absolute edge of the pack territory was agonizingly slow, but for the first time in my life, I wasn't in a rush. The heavy, rhythmic thud of the ox’s hooves against the dirt path was the only sound for miles. We had left the paved, manicured roads of the royal estate far behind, crossing into the dense, untamed perimeter where the outcasts and laborers lived. I sat sideways on the broad back of the ox, the priceless Aurora Silk pooling like liquid moonlight against the rough, dark fur of the beast. My mate walked silently beside us. One massive hand held the lead rope, while his other hand rested warmly on my thigh to keep me steady. Eventually, the thick tree line broke, and the ox came to a halt. When Lycan lifted me down from the beast, I braced myself. Regina’s mocking words echoed in my head, telling me I would be living in a rotting, soot-covered shack. But as I looked up, I didn't see a shack. It was a humble, sturdy stone cottage tucked beneath the ancie
Last Updated: 2026-07-27
Chapter: The Blacksmith's ChariotThe silence in the grand hall didn't last long. Denial is a powerful thing, and Regina had too much pride to accept defeat. "Ridiculous!" Regina shrieked, breaking the suffocating tension. Her voice echoed sharply off the high ceilings as she marched toward Julian. "Stop spouting nonsense, Julian! Have you lost your mind? Look at her!"Regina jabbed a finger in my direction, her face twisted in an ugly sneer. "Her husband is the pack blacksmith! He is a filthy, soot-covered peasant with no wolf form! He swings a hammer for a living. He doesn’t have access to royal vaults!"Julian narrowed his eyes, clearly offended by her tone. "I have worked with the finest fabrics in the realm for three decades. I know the Aurora Silk when I see it.""Then she stole it!" Regina spat, her eyes flashing with venomous triumph. She turned to the crowd, raising her voice. "She must have stolen a cheap replica! Look at her! She stands here wearing a stolen dress, and where is the groom? He isn't even her
Last Updated: 2026-07-27
Chapter: The Aurora silkThe whispers hit me the second I stepped into the grand hall. *“I can’t believe she actually showed up.”**“Shameless. Sleeping with a filthy laborer and then parading around like a bride.”**“Did you hear? The blacksmith drained his entire life savings just to rent this place. Pathetic.”*I kept my chin high, ignoring the venomous stares of the pack royals and elite guests. When my mate had handed me a simple wooden box this morning, he told me he had used every coin he earned at the forge to give us a proper wedding. Inside was a dress. It had no diamonds, no heavy lace, and no extravagant trains. It was just a floor-length gown of pure, flawless white silk that clung to my curves like liquid moonlight. I thought it was beautiful because it was from him. The guests, however, clearly thought I looked like a beggar. Suddenly, the heavy double doors swung open, and the mocking whispers abruptly stopped. A collective gasp rippled through the crowd as Regina stepped into the hall. Sh
Last Updated: 2026-07-27
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