Novel & Cerita A Deal With The Lycan King

My chest tightened in fear, and I swallowed hard, gripping my cold, cuffed hands. “Look at me!” The man spat, his voice filled with authority. I slowly lifted my head, and my breath ceased as I stared into the cold jade eyes glaring at me from across the table. This was not the first time I was hearing about the master with the jade eyes. But this was the first time I was seeing him. The Lycan king. A cartel Lord. A ruthless killer. A beast from hell. A cursed son of the legendary Nox lineage of the BloodMoon Pack.

Through the heir. “Get ready,” I said to Darius. “He’s coming through.” Darius adjusted his broken wrist, his gold eyes never leaving the doors. Kade was at his right, sword in his left hand, right arm still useless from where the thing had crushed it. “When he does, we end this. All four of us.” All four. Lycan King. Lycan Queen. Lycan Prince. Lycan Princess. The royal bloodline, cornered and bleeding and furious.

Can he dispel the shadows of doubt that have enveloped our hearts? With measured steps, Lucian walks forward until he stands by my side, his presence commanding attention. His voice, deep and resonant, cuts through the air, carrying a hint of frostiness that mirrors the icy determination in his eyes. His gaze sweeps across the room, taking in each sceptical face, a silent challenge issued to those who dare to question his intentions. "I understand your doubts, and rightfully so," he begins, his voice laced with a quiet intensity that demands attention. "Friendship and empty assurances are not my concern. That is not who I am. My path is forged by actions, not mere words. Allow me to share a

She is such a fascinating human. “Yes,” I replied. “Please allow me to explain. Lycans are more like humans but possess divine power. We can just say we are humans blessed with the ability to transform into wolves anytime. We have packs instead of cities where a king governs each pack. Amongst all the kings, there is a supreme king called the lycan king, who rules over all the other kings with his supreme Luna.” “Wow! It sounds exciting but also a bit frightening,” she remarked with a sparkle in her eyes.

I hold on to that feeling, letting it warm me from the inside out. “I’m Archie Gray. Lycan King of the North.” My breath catches, and I feel my throat tightening. “Have rules for you.” He strides towards me, and I take steps back instinctively, almost hugging myself. “Never touch me unless I do it first. You are free to live however the fuck you want; you do not enter. Am I clear?” “You’re not the lycan king.” I blurt out. My heart is pounding hard against my chest. He looks like he is bored and would rather be anywhere else than here.

Never bow to the beast we call King, the one responsible for my coven's massacre, burned my family into ash and called it justice. Yet here I was, being offered as meat to the monster that ruled us all. The throne stood mighty, looking like something carved out of darkness itself, and on it, dressed in black and gold, sat the king. Lucien Valemont. The Lycan King. Even from a distance, his presence was overwhelming, cold, and intense. His face was unreadable, chiseled like it had been sculpted. But it was his eyes that took me off balance. They were hard green. Sharp as a knife.

They mostly cherish and care for their mates because if they lose them, they would forever be broken, but in reverse was the case in my situation; my mate wanted me dead, probably why he made me the royal food taster knowing how dangerous the job was. Sighing, I pulled myself up and was about to move when there was a sudden knock on the door. Knowing my bedmate, she wouldn’t knock before entering, so I was certain that she wasn’t the one. Lifting my brows and pushing up my lips, I masked my pains and presented a polite face as I opened the door. “Yes?” “The king requires your presence in his chamber,” delivered the lycan guard wolf who was standing before me. I could tell his identity from h

“You don't have the right to be asking about the boy right now. You should be thinking about yourself.” “Why?” I asked.. “I just received a message from the Lycan King. He is with Lady Bianca. They are touring around the marketplace.”

Their heads tilted slow, and unnatural, like something mimicking curiosity instead of feeling it. “When the fracture widens,” they answered inside my skull. My jaw tightened. “The Lycan king is already strengthening his people,” I pressed. “If we wait too long, there won’t be a kingdom to take.” There was another pause before they spoke again. “There will always be something left… to claim.” That dint sit right with me. Before I could question it, the air shifted with their dismissal. My teeth clenched in frustration. I wasn’t done. “We had an agreement,” I snapped.

Not the word she was going for. “How?” she managed. His jaw tightened, muscles shifting beneath skin. “You already know what you need to know.” No. No, she wouldn’t take that. He might be Vaelen’s right hand, but he was not her master. She turned, every instinct in her screaming. “Then I’ll ask him myself.” He didn’t move. “You can’t.” She halted. “What do you mean, I can’t?” “The deal was clear,” Kaan began quietly. “He would help you regain your wolf—however he saw fit. He’s done that. Tonight marks the full moon. You’ll be returned to your pack.” A loud silent ringing followed those words. Her lips parted, but for a heartbeat, nothing came out. “He’s kept his end,” Kaan went on