Babysitting The Amnesiac Lycan King Novels & Stories

I buried my face in my chest Maybe we should check, let's rip her clothes off to see if she's hiding a tail somewhere,” she ordered. I prayed fervently, hoping someone would come to my aid. “That's enough “ a deep voice cuts through the room. It was Wesley Blackwood, the Lycan king, the most feared monster among all kinds. “I mean, no one dares lay a hand on her,” he commanded. His steps were heavy as he walked towards us. My heart almost jumped out of my throat when I saw him emerge from the shadows.

“Fa-fa-father… arghh…” Amanisa’s low whimpers reached my ears again. I hovered above her body, not knowing where to touch her without causing her pain. “Don’t send me… away. Do-do-don't do-” Amanisa cried out, shaking vigorously on the bed she had been lying on for the past three days. I sat beside her, held her hand, and began to whisper soothing words to her. “Don't make me leave, Lycan King…” I wondered if she could sense me as she cried out more clearly. She obviously just called me by my title. I had many questions about my mystery addiction but for now, I held her and whispered

Monarch Miller Jones’s point. In the heart of the mystical Lycan realm, where moonlight wove secrets and shadows danced with desire, there existed a king unlike any other. His name echoed through the ancient forests, whispered with both reverence and fear: King Miller. I stretched my limbs once I woke up from the hot and tiring sex with Tina, the pack slut, and my current bed partner for a good fuck. She provided me with coitus (sex) anytime, anywhere, and whenever I was horny. I got up from my bed and took my shower before getting dressed. My name is Miller Reid Jones. I am the Lycan king. I was born as a Lycan. My father was the former Lycan king. He was courageous, noble, and the most pow

Katrina’s POV “Umm that would be a lie,” Amanda said and broke out in a hysterical laugh which to me showed her nervousness. “Who would feed you such information?” “Are you indirectly calling me a liar?” The man who spoke earlier questioned. His tone icy as his statement held animosity. “I’m the Lycan King and I have people at every corner ready to give me whatever information I seek.” “When they don't?” He implored, making sure there was silence for some moments. “I tend to investigate matters myself. This is to say everything I speak of has been thoroughly checked and confirmed before I take action”

Opening her eyes, it dawned on her. She didn't hit the ground. Looking up a bit, she met his charming face: thick jaw, deep brown eyes, sharp nose, and a bloody lip. This description suits no one else than Alpha Raymond, the Lycan king known for his deadly acts. “If you wish to end your miserable life, then it's okay, but not in my company,” he dropped her down, and she turned around. Her stupid mind didn't think through; trying to commit suicide in a company, wasn't smart at all.

I don't want them to notice that I have a hard-on. ‘Let them see how hard you were for me, Amoux. Once we finish this, I will suck your dick and give you a boob job. Did you like that?’ ‘Shit! Leah, could you help me to release this? I can't believe this. I'm the Lycan King, and I feel tortured. I swear that once I got you, I will break your hole.’ ‘Yeah, do that to me, Amoux. Make sure that your knees are fine. You're getting older. That's why your knees were too weak.’

I offered her a sweet smile. Thompson slammed his hand on the table, "I've hired a housekeeper to cook and clean and babysit while we're gone. The Lycan king specifically stated Alessia Keith.’’ All the lights left my vision. This was a joke. How could he not have suspected something was fishy? "How strange!" Annalise gaze darted to me. "Why does the Lycan King want me over?" I asked breathlessly, wanting to find out if he told Thompson about being my mate.

"Perhaps they are simply wandering around or the guards from the other dimension failed to notice them because they are not strong enough to recognize them." "Maybe," he replied uncertainly. "Nevertheless, please investigate the matter and keep me informed," I instructed him. The messenger nodded and bid me farewell. **** Damon I find myself at the king's castle, hoping to uncover some information or perhaps understand why I sense the blood of the king's illegitimate son within Lyca's blood. However, instead of finding answers, I stumble upon a horrifying scene. There is a young wolf, possibly around my age or even younger, being forced to stand before the king. The child is screaming, but t

I missed you, us. You have no idea what fucking hell hole I was. We were separated, and it was like someone had split me; I was not functioning as a normal person anymore. I’m here now, and we will face everything together. But you need to promise me that you’ll listen to my instinct. Me, the Lycan king, I have to listen to you, I joked. Her face was straight serious. Yes, I will listen to your instincts. Now send me some sexy images ...

I laughed, "What King?" On hearing my voice her eyes raised to mine. "The Lycan king of course." She replied. "I didn't realise that there were two Lycan Kings. Beta Cenat." I smiled. "In case you don't know, this is the supreme ruler of the entire Lycanthropy, Lycan King Adrian Grey." Cenat said. Her eyes went white in fear, "Forgive me your highness." I grabbed her by the shirt, "I don't mind torturing girls, I can take your life now and no one would question me."