Novel & Cerita Alpha Maximus The Last Lycan

He crossed his arms, and there was no expression on his face. “I want to talk to you. PRIVATELY.” Lycan Hector didn't like Almera hearing everything, which made Almera scowl. He glanced at Almera, who wasn't moving as long as she didn't have an order for her. “I'm waiting for my Alpha's command. You're maybe the Lycan King, but I'm connected to my Alpha, and that is Alpha Leah.” Almera was too devoted to her Alpha; as long as she didn't receive an order from Leah, she wouldn't be scared because she trusted her too much.

And still—I couldn’t cry. The tears hovered at the edges, waiting. But something in me refused to break. Maybe pride. Maybe fear. Maybe something older and harder. My thoughts drifted South. To her. To the land we once called home. What were they planning? These Lycans… these Alphas? I’d heard stories. They were primal. Violent. Their power wasn’t just physical—it was savage. Rulers through dominance. Loyalty forged in blood and pain. Disobedience met with claws, teeth, or worse. My heart clenched. If they found Lira… and she had no one to protect her…

“Yes, your beta said you don't fancy the werewolf ladies. Is that why you let your elders use them as they pleased? Having no respect for their bodies, battering them as if they were criminals with no rights whatsoever. Yet you are supposed to be the Lycan Alpha!” “My hands are tied!” He growled as he slammed the desk and sprung up from his seat. His eyes darkened. I was gasping yet my teeth clenched and my insides burned. I was feeling the rage all over again. For Joy, for every girl that had to suffer for his silence. “Yes, I am the lycan Alpha. But there are things even I can't do no matter how I wish.” “So, you'll let this keep happening?” “No. I am going to put an end to it but I will n

If I try to look closely, I can even see a few of them in the shadows. “Everyone, it’s alright. I am being safely escorted by this beautiful human hunter. No need to concern yourself about her.” Max’s message is clear and direct—not to talk about me. “Come out. I’m sure that you lot have a message from my father.” Out of the ten lycans that I sense in the vicinity, one of them appears. It’s Alex, the lycan, who previously challenged me for a position as beta. I can sense that he has a lot of anger when he looks at me. He looks like he wants to say something to my face, but he is trying to hold himself back.

Instead, Alastair burst into loud laughter while Romero remained silent. “Oh, come on. We don’t even know if the prophecy is truly about her or not,” Alastair scoffed with mocking laughter. For once, I agreed with him. “We may not confirm it yet, but all the signs point to Alexa. To this day, I have never encountered a female Lycan, a species that should have long been extinct. Besides, the timing aligns with the emergence of several dark creatures in various regions,” Romero spoke with a compelling presence unmatched by the other two alphas. His gaze met mine, acknowledging that he was discussing me.

A hot chocolate sounds great. “I'm going to get the cookies she's hiding,” Trey says, jumping off the couch and running across the room to a door behind the stairs where Saffron went. She returns after he enters, and brings a steaming hot chocolate in a handcrafted white mug. “Thanks,” I say, accepting it. She nods and goes to leave before pausing. She looks at the door and at me. “Be careful with the alphas. They came into this pack a little while ago, destroyed the old alpha and brought us the protection of a new god. They will destroy whatever they want to win. Be careful.

she said, voice steady despite the way her fingers curled into her palms. "Is the male alive?" "Yes." "Do you understand," I repeated the exact words that I have said for many years and more to come. "That once severed, this bond will not return? Not to him. Not to another. Not in the way it was first given." "Yes." She said without hesitation. With that I lifted a hand. The Lycan warriors relit the sigil and it burned underneath her feet with a flame that won't hurt her. She gasped as it climbed her legs, her spine and her chest, as though, seeking the bond and dragging it to the surface.

“Indeed. Lyall's pack was indeed different from most packs, and a power struggle ensued when Alastor, Lyall's paternal cousin, initiated a betrayal. The Lycan is a hereditary curse of the Lycaros family. It stopped for a while and no descendants inherited the Lycan for hundreds of years. Then it suddenly appeared in Lyall's grandfather, Alexius. The throne should have fallen to Alastor's father, the firstborn. But because Alexius inherited the Lycan, Alexius, the second-born, automatically became the king. Then it passed to Cyrus's twin brother, Dane. When Dane died, everyone assumed the Lycan would likely be Cyrus or Alastor, as the strongest candidates. But it was Lycaon, Lyall's older bro

They turned against the Alpha, their loyalty shifting to the newfound power radiating from Amelia, Lycan, and Ethan. The Alpha snarled in fury, his dominance slipping away. He slashed and lunged, desperate to regain control, but each attack was swiftly thwarted by the combined strength of his former allies. With a final, thunderous blow, Lycan delivered the crushing defeat, toppling the Alpha to the ground.

“I can’t do that, he is the next Alpha, you are not strong enough, if you were challenged we would lose the pack” James walks out leaving me alone. Have I been that bad of a father? I never played favorites. I’ve always been tough on both of them. James is right in something. I need to do something. I sit there thinking about my options and then I remember the pack in Alaska. They are mostly members of the lycanthrope council and elders. They won’t be fooled by a young alpha. I make some phone calls and that’s all arranged. Leon will leave in 3 months for Alaska. They will make sure he is training to become the best version of himself.