Babysitting The Amnesiac Lycan King 소설 & 이야기

Amina Five and a half months pregnant and I can’t see my feet anymore. I still have more than three months to go and I feel as if I can not get any bigger. The Lycan King has been watching several packs carefully. Not just because of what happened with Juliette being kidnapped, but because of incidents that seem to be related to the kidnapping and other behaviors. It has kept the threats at bay as has the extra security he has provided our pack with. Of course knowing his nephew and his mates are all pregnant might have added to his increased help with keeping our pack secure.

Where was I? "Now that you're awake, leave." A magnetic man's voice reached my ears. I looked over warily, and then I saw the honorable man I most wanted to see - The Lycan King. " Your majesty the King!" I immediately remembered my mission. I sat up from the bed, clinging to the hem of The Lycan King's garment, afraid that he would leave. "I appreciate that you are willing to see me." The Lycan King pulled his clothes out of My hands and stepped back indifferently, "I just don't want to see someone die at my door. Bad luck."

Your love, Otsana. I stared at the screen, disbelief and anger flooding my veins. “You’re a monster,” I whispered. He chuckled darkly. “Call me whatever you want, my queen. But this is for the best.” He snapped the phone’s back open, removed the SIM card, and broke it in half. Before I could stop him, he placed the pieces in his mouth and swallowed them. “You’re insane,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. He leaned in close, his breath warm against my ear. “Watch your tongue, Otsana. I am the Lycan King. I rule over all the packs in this kingdom. You will show me respect.”

“I’m going to take you home, and then I am going to call in some food for us, I know hospital food is shit and you probably didn’t eat.” “No,” she said turning to the window. “Who is the Lycan King?” Soma asked. “His name is Gideon,” I said. “He wants to ensure you are safe, and he knows you are confused about a lot of things.” Now she is going to ask questions and probably hate me, or not believe one word I tell her. “What is a Lycan?” “A hybrid Werewolf,” I said glancing at her, I could tell she was nervous, she moved around a lot.

"I'll come with you." The Lycan King smiled, a dangerous glint in his eyes. "Good,” he said. "Let's go." He turned and walked away, leaving Amelia standing there, her mind reeling. She had no idea what awaited her, but she knew that her life was about to change forever. As she followed him out of her apartment, she couldn't help but wonder: what had she gotten herself into? Amelia found herself crammed into the back of a sleek black SUV; the windows tinted so dark she could barely see outside. The Lycan King, whose name she still didn't know, sat in the front seat, his powerful presence filling the car with an unspoken tension.

ACE'S POV I gritted my teeth, squeezing yet another paper in my palm within the past hour. The kidnapper had dropped another note. I imagined tearing off the head of the perpetrator. How audacious of him to kidnap my mate! He would regret this action by the time I'm done with him. This time, the letter said; "A Lycan king indeed. You found it sensible to come with a chariot of soldiers even after you've been told not to? You're only worsening the punishment for your mate. I'll make her and your unborn child pay for it"

"It means something different. We have gifts the alphas do not possess. We are healers, nurturers, survivors. Do not let them convince you that you are worthless." Her words are kind, but they cannot erase a lifetime of being told I am a mistake. I squeeze her hand, grateful for her compassion even if I cannot believe her reassurance. After Mary leaves, I force myself to eat a little. I will need my strength for what is coming. That night, I couldn't sleep. I lie in my bed and stare at the ceiling, wondering what tomorrow will bring. I have heard stories about the Lycan King. They say he murdered his own uncle to take the throne. They say he tears apart enemies with his bare hands. They say

Oh no. My worst fears became a reality when my father led me directly to where the Lycan King stood with a group of his advisors. My blood turned cold with every step we took closer to them. The king was a tall, muscular man with piercing eyes and a cruel smile that sent shivers down my spine. Lycans were ruthless and cruel, and Alpha Xander was no different. He had no love or compassion for anyone, and he ruled with an iron fist. People didn’t like talking about him, as they made bringing him up be almost like blasphemy.

“What do I do?” Elaine takes the crying boy from him and bounces him gently in her arms. “Alora will awaken. I have seen it.” “I can’t do this without her,” he mutters. I have seen many sides of the Lycan King, but I have never seen him like this. He is truly afraid. “You won’t have to,” I assure him. “I will stay until she wakes.” We both look at Elaine, and her jaw is set in a hard line. “I guess I have no choice but to stay as well.”

Maverick scoffed at her question. Mya rolled her eyes at him. "Calm down, Maverick. She's not the cause of your bitterness." With a sweet smile plastered on her face, she turned back to Cinnia. "Denzel is our Lycan King. The blood demons are the ones to be terrified at what he'll do to them." Cinnia's tense shoulders relaxed and she breathed out a sigh. "Are you happy, Cinnia Ramilek?" Maverick asked, his stare boring into her soul through the rearview mirror.