Novel & Cerita A Deal With The Lycan King

Alder's POV My name is Alder Volcik, and I am the Lycan King. I am 187 years old and have held the title of king for over 150 years. Lycans are widely recognized as the most powerful species. We aim to safeguard the werewolves and uphold equilibrium among all supernatural species. We remain immortal unless our heads are severed, and our hearts are simultaneously removed. We have the ability to heal faster than werewolves, both in terms of physical wounds and speed. Additionally, a regular lycan is capable of defeating an alpha.

He let go of her arm and said, “You won’t regret it.” His words caused heaviness to befall her chest. So, Aspen first got rid of that feeling with a deep exhale. Then, while heat overpowered her from nowhere, she closed her eyes and said, “If that stepmother of his hadn’t shown up, I would have been punished for killing their unborn child.” “Exactly. That’s how risky being in this uncontrolled place is. We have to make the most of the little time we have.” “I made a deal with the Lycan King. In exchange for staying back for a week to treat the Luna, he will let me have something. I don’t know what I want that to be.” With a hand on her chest, she looked up at

”It’s hard to risk money for something that isn’t guaranteed. Declan cleared his throat before answering him. “Yes sir. That’s what happened to me and her. I married this woman first, but the Lycan King seduced her and made her leave me. Now he has forgotten her completely, and I have no choice but to sell her to make a living for us.” “So, the Lycan King doesn’t care about her anymore? You’re saying that if he finds out that she is here, he won’t come after her?”

I felt a strange feeling of need and despair, as if I needed something to calm my nerves. Tristan poured another drink, his fingers brushing mine as he offered. "So, Veronica, who is this guy that's giving you so much trouble?" I took a sip and let the alcohol burn my throat before answering. "These are the Lycan Kings, Lucas and Simon." Tristan's eyebrows furrowed. "Ah, twins. They have a good reputation. And you alone." I nodded, feeling the warmth of the drink spread through me. "Yes. I don't think I want to bring it."

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.

And when it moved, the ground shook in time with it, like the earth itself recognized its king. It didn’t look at me. It didn’t look at Kade. It looked at Darius. _Lycan King,_ it said, and the name hit the air like a physical blow. _Give me the girl._ Darius didn’t flinch. “You’ll never touch her.” _Not yet,_ the voice purred. _But the blood will decide. The seal you broke here woke me. The blood you spilled fed me. And your daughter’s blood… sings to me._

I had to watch from afar how her mother maltreated her since her father died, but I was helpless. I could only come out today—three days before her 18th birthday. “All these are hard to believe, but I will just play along as if I was in a dream with you. A dream with a handsome devil,” she said, but her tone was very low for the last statement. Do I need to tell her that I hear everything? “I am the Lycan king of the Solar Kingdom, which means I can choose my mate and be paired with anyone by the goddess,” I said, looking at her.

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