Babysitting The Amnesiac Lycan King Novels & Stories

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.

Neon had suggested that he stop her but Lycan Christian had other plans in mind. "Where have you seen her before Sir?" Neon asked, his brows arched at his Alpha in curiosity. Lycan Christian squinted his eyes as he tried to resurface his memories but everything only seemed to become more complicated. Instead he decided to stick to his plan. He turned to gaze at Neon, his voice commanding and authoritative. "I have a task for you Neon." He started, Neon nodded his head in agreement, his curiosity never disappeared from his facial expression.

I moved my attention to the feral wolf that was in front of me. But no, he was no ordinary wolf; he was a lycan. The Lycan King. I stared at King Titus who looked as deviously powerful as everyone described him to be. He was so tall, and he was almost half turned: his fangs protruding out of his mouth, his veins so thick on his arms and hands, and his eyes were as blinding as the sun.

He retorted once again, but I stood transfixed to a spot with my mouth hung wide agape. “Leave? That's all you intend to say? How shameless can you really be? You irritate me down to the core erebus.” I retorted, clenching my fists. I could feel my blood boiling at an insane range; it was killing me way too much to listen to whatever crappy words the bastard had said, but I had not expected him to yell at me for any reason. “Yes. Leave. Stop acting like we are lovers. I married you only because I need an excuse; you don't get to pass out orders for me, and it seems you have forgotten your place in this pack. I am the Lycan King , and you tried to steal from me!”

Blood drained from my face as I allowed his words to settle in. The Lycan King of the North?! Oh, this is definitely karma catching up with me.

Aiden would never apologize. He came towards me, sending my body into a state of frenzy. My eyes widened, my breath caught in my throat, unable to comprehend what I was hearing. "L-Lycan?” I stuttered. "Yes, King.” He replied, completely missing the point. I've heard a lot about the Lycan king. He was ruthless, and didn't care about anyone but himself. He has several women at his beck and call. The only good thing I heard was that he was good looking…and they were fucking right.

Grandma chuckles at his anger over me finding my mate attractive. “Ugh, this is so awkward,” leaning back I place my hands over my forehead. “Dark hair, darker than mine. Huge, bigger than Gramps… oh… and he had odd eyes.” Grandma swings so far forward on her chair that she almost flies out of it. “Odd how?” “Ummm… one blue and one green.” Grandma and Gramps share a concerned look before looking back at me. “Do you know him?” “Ella, he’s the Lycan King.” Grandma says in a serious tone. “He must have mobilized the Lycan guard when he found you. The witches see everything they know change is coming.”

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"

The silence in the room is total. I look up through my eyelashes. Every single man is staring at me like I am a ghost. But the king is different. His skin is twitching. Thick, dark fur is starting to sprout along his jawline. He is on the verge of shifting completely. Melvin steps between me and the angry king. “Miss Betty,” Melvin says softly. “What is your lycan’s name?” I blink at him. I raise my eyebrows. “Zyla,” I say. “But I think that is just a nickname for her. Why?”

“Can you identify this man when you see him?” “Yes….” “Bring in Ricky!” I ordered the guard, I was enjoying the look on Laura's face while the whole incident unfolded, the guard hurried out of the hall and after a while, he came back with Ricky. “Is he the one you saw that day?” I ask the little boy who drifted closer to Ricky, his eyes piercing deep at Ricky for a few minutes as he stood there unable to speak. “Go ahead boy and speak, do not be afraid, I am the Lycan King and no one can hurt you”