A Deal With The Lycan King Novels & Stories

“So as a professional business owner, it is wise to take this opportunity. Don’t be shy and tell me how much you need.” I raised my hand. His eyebrows raised, and he gestured with his hand for me to speak. I cleared my throat and tried to swallow my deep irritation for him. “You’re the only being in this continent who can do everything as you please. No boundaries, no rules, no rejection.” The Lycan King tilted his head. I crossed my legs, proceeding to explain more about what was on my mind. “I’m afraid there’s one thing that’s bothering me about this deal, King Alexander…”

I was aware that my expulsion could be imminent, and I didn't want to leave without answers; they were deserved. The Lycan King remained silent for a while, assessing me intensely, until finally he took a step forward, his eyes locked on me. “Let's make a deal, human,” he proposed with a low growl. “Win the challenge ahead of you, and I will answer your questions honestly.” I kept my head held high, defiant. “Without hiding any details?” “I will tell you everything you want to know,” he assured. I nodded, satisfied. “ Then I have one more reason to pass this test.”

He’s been watching since the ceremony. I looked at Rowan. ‘I understand if you want me to leave before he arrives. Whatever political obligation his arrival creates for you. I don’t want you to leave, Rowan said. He is the Lycan King. If he arrives here and finds you have been —’ Harboring you. Something in his voice was almost amused. Harboring is an interesting word for offering a guest a bed and breakfast. I stopped arguing. Not because I had run out of arguments but because I could see that they were not going to work, and I had learned a long time ago not to spend energy on immovable things.

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.

She spoke out, intending to say something, but he cut her off right away. "I am the Lycan King of Washington City, Brielle. Untouchable Lord Darius, and it's a shame that people still throw themselves against me even though I rarely show my face in public, preferring to stay out of trouble at all times. I have a large number of adversaries, as well as a large number of friends—Alphas of great packs, and they would gladly take my side without batting an eyelash if I asked. And as for adversaries, they all want the same thing—my throne. However, I'll be damned if anyone ever takes it away from me or try to deprive me of my birthright."

“Scarlett.” I paused. Slowly, I turned back. King Alaric studied me with the careful gaze of someone weighing a political problem. “You should understand something,” he said. “This family does not break its promises.” His gaze flicked briefly toward Reed. “The engagement between House Donovan and House Solace will stand.” My chest tightened, but I only nodded once. “I understand, Your Majesty.” But the King wasn’t finished. “We are Lycans,” he continued. “Our customs differ from the smaller packs.”

His hair has the most unique look I've ever seen—black, but with streaks that burn a deep red when light touches it. In summary, if Anton is considered very handsome, the Lycan King supercedes that by a wide margin. I shake my head to remove such thoughts from my mind. He's the reason that I'm here, and he should be treated no better than the monster he is. There was always some ounce of doubt whenever I heard stories of how he conquered a pack, or raised a territory with his men, but after the things I saw this night, I know for a fact that they are true.

He was a Lycan, a stronger and older race. In battle, they fought in a half-human, half-wolf form, making them more agile and powerful than ordinary werewolves. But Lycans were very rare. "But how are you here?" I asked, finally taking his hand for a handshake. "Tracking a few vicious rogues," he said, furrowing his brow. I remembered Blake mentioning rogue attacks along the border recently. Just then, a doctor walked over. "I'm sorry, Alpha Logan. We did our best, but we couldn't stop your brother's bleeding."