Novel & Cerita Babysitting The Amnesiac Lycan King

Damon's eyes reddened; he was too fast when he ran to Almera, but Amoux stopped him by touching his shoulder. “Almera, you should be thankful that you're my mate's Beta, that you're her friend; I won't tolerate this kind of attitude towards me; I want you to remember that I am still the son of the Lycan King, and my father was the king of all the werewolves in the world.”

"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 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."

I promised softly, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead. I stood, resolute, and made my way toward the Lycan King’s mansion. As I entered, I was immediately swallowed by a cold, oppressive atmosphere, reflecting the dark aura hanging over the place. The mansion was in ruins—furniture broken in half, debris scattered everywhere. In the corner, amidst the chaos, I found Aaron—the Lycan King—shattered. I approached slowly, noticing the empty bottles scattered around him. His eyes, once full of life and determination, were now dull—lost in a void of despair.

he started, voice breaking, hot with anger, and protectiveness. Jesse’s gaze cut him off. “Both of you…. Bow down.” Immediately… both of them dropped, trembling, and shaking. I could hear their hearts pounding in my ears. And then… He snapped his fingers. And his violet eyes immediately became pure silver. Those eyes! This color of eyes only… Only belonged to the Lycan King. I froze. My mouth went dry. Ryan and Aria shook violently. “You! Y-Your… Majesty…” they stammered.

he asked. "Valerie Aine James," I replied, biting my lip. Did he maybe, by any chance, know them? He was a vampire so he could be really old and maybe have been friends with my parents? His eyes widened a fraction and my hopes went up. "Nikolai, do you know who Faelern is?" Max asked, jumping to a different topic. "The king of all Fayes," Nik replied. The Fayes had a king? "Did you know he had a daughter?" Max asked him again.

Thea closer her eyes and she could feel herself getting into a deep slumber Suddenly a question left her mouth. "Grandma, what was the name of the King of lycans?" She asked. In the whole story, the only person who intrigued her was the King of lycans. Grandma looked at Thea shocked before she answered her question. "Ares." ***

“Alright, Mr. Lucas, sure, how come you wanted me to sit by you and not near my parents? Is this all a setup? Are you really the Lycan king, because I could have sworn that my grandfather, Mercury Black, is the king? He was the king of the mafia, so why isn't he the king of lycans? Why did you really want us here? Do you really have money problems and rogue problems?” “Kayla, that's enough, young lady. He has invited us here to figure out what is going on. I suggest you cool it. Is that understood?” Her father said to her. He must be a strict father, good, because that's what he needs to be. I simply chuckled at her, then I calmly spoke to her after her father stopped talking.

“Is everything alright?” “Yes, of course!” she said, pouring some milk into my coffee before handing it to me. “He was just looking for information.” “Information?” I repeated, bringing the coffee cup to my lips. “Apparently,” she said, “the Lycan King found his second chance mate last night in Room 14, and she’s disappeared. He’s called for a search until she’s found!” I didn’t realize I’d dropped my cup until I heard it shatter on the floor.

Moments later murmurs echoed around the room about me. I swallowed the lump in my throat when I saw the lycan king. There was no need to ask who he was because of the way he sat on that chair in the middle of the room where women served him with flirty touches. He shifted his seat refused to drink on the wineglass when he saw us coming.