A Deal With The Lycan King Novels & Stories

“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

Silas stood up from his chair and returned quickly with a glass of water. I took them from his hands chugged them down my throat, and gave him back the empty glass. “Do you still want to marry her after what they did to you? You are a Lycan Dorian. A Lycan.” His voice shook. I started to button my shirt with a sly smile on my lips. “So do as I say, it’s an order.” I let out a low growl. “Yes, Alpha Dorian.” He bared his neck in submission and swallowed up the words he wanted to say. I could see the look on his face, how worried he looked.

My hand trembled in Theo's grip as we approached the dining room entrance. The noise from inside—clinking cutlery, murmured conversations, occasional laughter—faded to a distant hum beneath the thundering of my own heartbeat. Two days. It had been only two days since I'd met this man, this Lycan King who now claimed me as his mate, and here I stood, about to face a room full of people who would call me their Queen. I felt Theo's thumb trace a gentle circle against my skin, and through our newly formed bond, I sensed Aeson—his inner Lycan—stirring with protective instinct.

It’s like when he has loyalty to offer, she, on the other hand, has nothing but disloyalty and betrayal on her skin. “You’re too old to know what’s right from wrong, Alora. I hope you put that in your mind sometimes.” But Alora wasn’t listening anymore. Her eyes were fixed on the wrestle between the Lycan king and the alpha. Which, fortunately, was leaning in towards the alpha’s victory. TheLycan king was on the ground now, Brayden holding him down. “Surrender your defeat, Lycan king!” – Brayden ordered with his claw raised up

We overheard one of the alphas drunk kids at the party talking about how the lycan king is locked away, and that only the firstborn alphas and the alpha king have the maps to the location where he is locked away. Nobody at the party took the guy seriously, but you know what they say, a drunk man tells no lies. Many people say that the Lycan king is dead. There are many different stories about the Lycan King. Some of the stories say he was a good guy and others say he was this savage monster. It's so many different stories, so many wolves including myself who wasn't around durn the time of the lycan king think that he's only a legend and that most of the stories were made up to scare us as ki

"First is having their King killed by a werewolf. Second is a werewolf being their King. And now you give them hope but take it away by demanding the oath of fealty.” I glared at him. "You have no say in the matter. Tread carefully, Rhazien." "You were never going to make him the King, were you?" "No," I said honestly. "You gave your word," Rhazien looked at Ava. I didn't like him dragging her into this. Before I could say anything, she spoke. "What do I know? I have been a Luna for all of two weeks. Nikolai knows best about all of these things." She shrugged, still going on with our little charade. "He made a decision and I stand by him."

she asked after seeing that I knew too much for her to deny anything further. I smirked, taking another drag from my cigar before responding. "Well, all that I want is your silence, Desiree. That, and your undying support." I paused, exhaling the ingested smoke. "The Lycan King will become unstable soon because he now has no true mate and that will cause the Elders to give me the title. When that happens, I will be given what is rightfully mine and you will have the love of your life."

He closes his eyes and opens it. To my surprise, it glows red like that of an alpha. “You're an Alpha!” “He is the rightful Lycan King of the West.” Bianca chips in. Oh no! How is this possible? The west of Lythengar already has a Lycan King ruling their twelve packs. “When I have sat on my throne, I promise, I will free you from the North. I would fulfill my own part of the deal I made with Alfred.” Here we go again. I pull out my hands from his, staring into his eyes. He suddenly looks calm and genuine. Yet I'm to be sold off to North for reasons I'm yet to discover.