A Warrior Exiled By The Hero And His Lover Novels & Stories

Was he a savior or a catalyst for something far more dangerous? I dropped to one knee beside him, ignoring the lingering ache from Vexar’s blade. “You are not a weapon, pup. You are our bridge. Whatever you give today, we will repay tenfold with the future we build together.” My wolf purred with fierce pride as Leo nodded, his small hand reaching for mine. The moment our skin touched, the new bond flared golden between the three of us respect, choice, and love intertwining into something unbreakable. Warriors from both packs shifted uneasily. What is this golden light weaving between the fallen king, the exiled queen, and their secret heir? The air itself seemed to hold its breath.

"We are the lucky ones. My brothers and I were just wild warriors fighting in the dark until you came and gave us a reason to build a new world." I squeezed his hands tightly, locking my fingers with his. I looked back down at the fortress below, where the bright bonfires were still burning and the Lycan warriors were still cheering my name. My plan of distant exile was fading away like morning mist. I did not know what the future would bring, and I did not know how we would rule this great territory once the war was done. But as I stood there on the high ridge, with the Moon Whisper flower shining in my hair and a prince holding my heart, I knew one thing for certain.

She was still surprised by his words: “What do you mean?” “You know, even though I was allowed to return to the Gonzalez family, my father only cared about my older brother. I had no voice, or even love from my father. I just wanted to get back what my mother should have, I also wanted my father to see me as his real son. It was also my mother's wish.”

Lycans were always forbidden in the Seven in one pack but accepted in any other pack. Whatever history they had with Seven in One was so severe to that extent. When his lover got pregnant and gave birth, he discovered that his son was a Lycan and burned in rage. Humiliating her wasn't enough, throwing her baby into a dungeon wasn't enough but he went as far as killing the mum in his presence at such a young tender age. How can one create a dungeon of Lycans? One with animals and weird piercing objects? He even wanted to marry Tahira for his selfish interest!!

Then, it slumped on its bum, their eyes were on the same level. "Everything about my master is...pretty ugly..." it paused, inhaled deeply and then continued, "...actually, my master was exiled because he tried to elope with the woman he loved, and for sure she wasn't you..." The beam on Jennet's face faded slowly. Blood surged to her head and left a deep pang in her heart. She froze before the massive lion. "He...had a lover?" her voice turned cold. Although she didn't show it on her face, she was jealous and unspoken anger climbed the steep stairs to her heart, step by step...

was full of grace and beauty. Vlad loved that son as if his life depended on it. He only confessed in private to his friend that that was his beloved bastard son. What no one expected was that Princess Areana would enter the room and her gaze would meet Lysander's. As soon as she saw him, she fell in love and swore to her father that he was her mate. Although Lysander felt no connection, Vlad was happy. The union of his beloved and innocent son, who could feed on both blood and food, with his best friend's daughter, was entirely to his liking. The king was also happy with his daughter's fate. Areana and Lysander were destined for each other, and they would live forever in the pack, as Vlad

I could still see his cold eyes and hear his voice when he ordered his men to finish it. They must have killed me. I was sure of it. So this had to be heaven. A strange, cruel heaven, where I could see Thane, the exiled prince, the traitor who had tried to take the throne from his brother. And me? I had chosen his side because Veldrin had chosen another woman. That fragile woman, Larissa. Bitterness burned through my chest. But before I could drown in it again, something tickled my throat, and suddenly I coughed, loud and harsh.

He almost laughed at how unfortunate he was and what his mother dreamed of. "Can I ask why you live here by yourself? Do you not have a pack house or you merely like the solitude?" She asked after some time. He wondered if he should tell her that he built the place with his father and mother. She was still a stranger to him, he could not tell her anything of the sort. "I am not the king alpha. I am a sentry." He said stoically. "You are definitely an alpha...." She said. He sighed loudly putting the bowl down. "I was exiled and therefore I'm not the alpha."

However, his love was so strong that he didn’t care about the price. Together they escaped and formed a family, having a daughter who shared her mother’s beauty and bravery and her father’s power. But the supernatural kingdom does not forgive betrayals. The druids found him and, as punishment, exiled him for life. He could never return to his world or use his powers again. The last line of the story read: “The druid lived the rest of his days as a human.” So Scarlett had no choice but to wait until the next day to tell her friend and see what she thought about all of this.

Could my son already find me a threat to him even while he was in the womb? But even I didn't have the answers to my question. I carried her out of the car and into the inn where the temperature was warmer, and my men had been able to refurbish the inside to look more appealing than the outside was. "Fill me in." I said to the warrior nearest to me. My men were composed of all the warriors that were neglected by different packs, rogues that had been exiled, and some other beings who had sworn their loyalty to me. They owed me their lives, and this was the time they could redeem themselves.