A Deal With The Lycan King Novels & Stories

"And now, I'm here to claim my queen." Lucas glared at Alexander, his muscles tensed and ready for a fight. "I won't stand by and let you take her against her wish," he growled. Alexander chuckled darkly, his eyes flashing with anger. "You have no idea what you're getting yourself into, pup," he said, his voice dripping with contempt. "I am the king of the Lycans, and I will have no problem tearing you and your little pack apart if you continue to defy me."

Alsie POV- We were laughing and goofing around in the bed, blowing off some steam, and having some much-needed conversations. It was nice. “Dante, tell us about the Lycan King.” I said as I looked over my shoulder at Dante behind me. “Ok. The Lycan King’s name is Declan; he has one heir to date. Declan is 1301 years old and he became the Lycan King when he was 518 years old. He’s a young king, he took the throne from King Liam by force, at the time King Liam was only 2276 years old and he was the youngest king ever. Declan has no mate; his single heir was born out of wedlock and mate bond. In fact, Dec didn’t even know he had an heir until recently.”

I warned, my voice laced with conviction, "I am not a possession to be controlled or cloaked. I am a force to be reckoned with, a wolf with my own power and agency. Treat me as an equal, or we have no future." The Lycan King's gaze met mine, his expression a mix of determination and gratitude. "I understand, Gracie. I will respect your strength and never seek to suppress it. Together, we will shape a future that embraces both power and love." And so, with a newfound understanding and a shared commitment, we embarked on a journey—a journey to rebuild trust, to unravel the complexities of our bond, and to redefine the role of the Lycan King in my life. It would not be easy, for scars remained

I understood the information my Lycan beast was trying to pass but before I could act, Byron announced, “Gammas Of Royal Hills, Capture Kovan, the dethroned King.” What? Byron looked me in the eyes, “For a new king to be installed, the previous one must be six feet below the ground of the Royal Lycan Tomb, Right, Healers?” None of the healers could respond. None except Lulu who blurted, “You are planning to Kill the King so you can be installed as King?”

But tonight, it was a battlefield. The king stood at the center of the room, flanked by a handful of his court. His silver hair gleamed in the moonlight, and his piercing gaze burned with defiance. “You dare bring this carnage to my city?” he thundered, his voice ringing with authority. Drevon stepped forward, his blade drawn. “Your time is over, old man. The Lycans have ruled for too long. It’s time for a new order.” The king’s lips curled into a snarl. “You think you can destroy us? You think this attack will break us?”

I have failed her. They sense me as I approach. They slowly turn and look up at me, slightly, bowing their heads as a small formal greeting, but I wave them away, unable to handle any of the expected manners that is required of me. “What are our options for appeasing Bianca?” I ask. My question takes them back. The Duke glances towards the beta before looking back at me, clearing his throat. “Well, nothing looks too good in your favor. I have spoken to the Lycan king and unfortunately, he is prepared to deny any involvement with plans you may have in case it goes wrong,” the Duke says.

It was heavier than it looked, the cover soft and a little sticky with age. It opened plainly enough: Each alpha has a prophecy, and it will always come to pass. Weird, I thought. The kind of line that means nothing until, suddenly, it means everything. I almost put it back right there. I wish I had. I kept reading instead. The Tenth Lycan King will conceive a child with his Luna. The child will be the most powerful and most feared in history. I read it again, slower. Then a third time, waiting for the words to rearrange themselves into something that made more sense, something less impossible. They didn't.

The man peeled off his sunglasses, revealing a moon tattoo just under his left eye. Gasps exploded in the air. They knew who this man was. A messenger of the Lycan King. My legs wobbled this time. The reality of it all was slowly starting to hit. My parents were dead. And the Lycan King was here for one thing only. “The Lycan King offers his condolences,” The man announced. “He sends his gifts and wishes the Lion heart pack well. He has also sent us to retrieve his promised bride. The daughter of your dead Alpha promised him.”

No one wanted to talk about anything trivial tonight. Finally, the Lycan king cleared his throat again. “You all know I am getting old.” The Lycan king said, his voice low barely above a whisper. “And all I want is for the Alpha of the seven packs to unite.” They all listened. “I won’t tolerate this. Lucien and Zarek and I think it’s high time you two talk things out.” He said. Zarek swallowed hard, he opened his mouth to speak but then a voice broke out.

he finally asked. Lyka was stunned for a while before she took a deep breath, trying to look normal. “It was you who reached out to me saying you wanted to help me. Aren’t you going to do anything about it?”The man’s face was unreadable. He took a last sip of his champagne. “Rest assured, Myra won’t get married to the Lycan King. Unless he forfeits the throne and chooses her over the entire Lycan Kingdom.”