All Chapters of Taming The Lycan King: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Douglas coughed up a great deal of blood as a long, silver-forged blade was pulled from his body. It had struck the left side of his chest and pierced all the way through to his back. Standing before him, Norah laughed boisterously, accompanied by her older brother, Logan. "Norah... why?" he rasped, struggling against the agony radiating from his wound—a pain that felt twofold. He could hardly fathom that his own beloved wife would do this to him. "I've been putting up with you since the day we got married. I’ve wanted you gone for a long time. You don't deserve to be our Lycan King. You are the illegitimate son of the former Lycan—you have no right to sit on the throne!" She laughed like a madwoman, joined by Logan, who stepped firmly onto his left shoulder just as he attempted to rise. "This is the end of your reign, my dear brother. Guards! Drag this useless man away and cast his body outside the palace grounds. Let the rogues have their fun and exact their revenge in the Rogue

The next day, Noeme woke up early to check on the pup again. It still hadn't regained consciousness, but she breathed a sigh of relief when she saw its chest rising and falling—a sign that it was no longer in the state it had been in the day before, when it had appeared as if it weren't breathing at all. For several days, she kept watch over it, tended to its injuries, and changed its bandages. She grew a bit worried, as the puppy hadn't eaten for days. Yet, she figured it wouldn't simply die of starvation—after all, it had survived even when it was tossed toward her inside a sack. Her gaze darted outside when she heard her sheep bleating loudly. Her chickens, too, took flight in a panic. "How dare they trespass," she muttered angrily, quickly grabbing her shotgun. The moment the door opened, she had the muzzle of her shotgun pointed straight at the intruder's forehead. "Who the f*ck are you?!" Noemi demanded, her finger tightening on the trigger. Noemi’s expression remained ste

"I think I've seen your eyes somewhere, and your voice... your voice sounds so familiar.""You've been here for a week—of course my voice is familiar. You must have heard it, even while lying here half-dead," she replied, carefully removing the dressing from the wound on Douglas's chest to clean it and apply a fresh one. "You're... human." Douglas squeezed his eyes shut as blood surged from his chest wound once again. "I suppose so." Noemi’s answer sounded uncertain—and for good reason; even she wasn't entirely sure if she was still human. Her sense of smell was exceptionally keen; even without her parents ever saying anything, she knew there was something different about her. Then again, at nineteen years old, nothing unusual had ever happened, so perhaps she really was just human. Yet, there was something peculiar about her sense of smell—it allowed her to discern the nature of everyone she encountered. Bad people smelled sour, while good people smelled sweet. And this man... he s

Douglas looked at the bowl of porridge she held. It was still warm and contained a broth infused with medicinal herbs. "Put it down. I can eat on my own." "It’s a good thing you can manage by yourself now. I’m so proud of myself for healing a werewolf all on my own!" she said, sounding almost like a child, before carefully placing the bowl on his lap. She took her leave, carrying a shotgun slung over her shoulder and a sword strapped to her waist. At first, Douglas had found it strange that she always carried weapons whenever she stepped outside. But after living here for a month while recovering, he finally understood why. Although the Lycan King’s kingdom was far away, this house stood in close proximity to it—right on the edge of a forest controlled by rogues. Almost every day, he would see werewolves attempting to break in to snatch the livestock she kept. Having been orphaned at a young age, she had grown accustomed to such situations; she faced these werewolves without a sh

"What happened to his wound?" Noemi didn't know how to answer Peter's question; she glanced briefly at the bottle of medicine sitting on the bedside table—the same medicine she had used on Douglas for the third time that morning. Peter followed her gaze, seemingly grasping what she intended to convey. She looked down at Douglas, who—much like a puppy—rested his paw on her hand while staring at the medicine. Noemi quickly understood the gesture and tucked the bottle into her pants pocket. He must have treasured this medicine, given that it cost his mother her life. She looked up at Peter, catching him as his eyes followed the medicine she had just pocketed. "Is this still considered normal?" she asked to get his attention, then scooped up Douglas. "What do you mean?" Peter asked, his brow furrowing. "Well, you’re a werewolf, too. I’m asking if it’s normal to revert to a puppy-like state when shifting into wolf form—even when you’re already an adult?" "Certainly not. But