Babysitting The Amnesiac Lycan King นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I regarded him coldly. “Who the hell are you?" He cocked his head, obviously amused by ‘whatever I couldn't place my fingers on.’ “I'm Luciano, the Lycan king of Moon pack, and your fated mate!" I had barely processed his words when his arms possessively wrapped around my waist as he lowered his lips to mine. “If you want to be kissed so badly, I should be the right person for that,” he said and before I could reply, he took my lips in a hungry but painful kiss.

He replied, continuing to walk. “Is King Marcelo going to be gracing us with his presence this year?” Jason asked the king. “Well. We are not certain. He never responded to the letter,” the King replied. The Lycan King? Did they invite him? The cold-blooded killer was invited to the convention? I wondered, following behind. If at all the Lycan will be here, I made a note to make sure that I avoid them at all costs. They were ruthless and dominant.

Ryan looks down at Lester's broken body, before frowning back over at us. "Wasn't you locked away, how did you get out?" Max asks Ryan with a frown. "We broke him out and we're talking about the lycan king," I say answering both of their questions. "The what?" Ryan asks as a look of confusion cross face. "The Lycan king, the son of the first lycan," I say. "What's a Lycan?" Ryan asks, still looking confused. I look at him for a moment seeing that he really doesn't know who I'm talking about.

I am not that tired, but I know my men require some sleep to regain their composure. West Wood pack is so small compared to my kingdom. My name is King Morris of the Lycan Kingdom. My men and I are from war where we have acquired all the packs that didn't comply with us, and now we are out here protecting them from a rogue Lycan. Actually, the rogue is my brother Damon, since he couldn't be the successor of the throne after my father died.

After Beta finished speaking, Alpha Sebastian gestured for his Beta and Alpha Dominick's Beta to leave. "Ahem," he cleared his throat to grab everyone's attention. "The Lycan King has arrived." At the mention of the Lycan King's name, Aldrake stood up abruptly, his eyes scanning the room as if searching for an escape. "The L-Lycan King is here? Why didn't you tell me earlier?" His voice trembled slightly, revealing a hint of anxiety that he couldn't quite explain. "Forgive me, Alpha Aldrake, but didn't your Beta inform you that the Lycan King was also coming to visit?" The question hung in the air, and Aldrake's expression turned puzzled, as if he was indeed unaware of the Lycan King's visit

His hair has the most unique look I've ever seen—black, but with streaks that burn a deep red when light touches it. In summary, if Anton is considered very handsome, the Lycan King supercedes that by a wide margin. I shake my head to remove such thoughts from my mind. He's the reason that I'm here, and he should be treated no better than the monster he is. There was always some ounce of doubt whenever I heard stories of how he conquered a pack, or raised a territory with his men, but after the things I saw this night, I know for a fact that they are true.

Our affections were cold, but our bed was on fire. Through the dizzying, sweaty haze of sex, I couldn’t deny the slight confusion that surfaced. As the glorious, handsome third lycan prince grasped me so tight I felt he may shatter my bones out of passion, I tried to veil my surprise.

His wolf form was massive, fangs bared, claws aimed at Logan’s throat. "Logan! Watch out!" I shouted. But Logan was faster. He easily dodged Blake's attack. I watched in awe as Logan transformed into a half-man, half-wolf form. So, this was the power of a Lycan! I couldn't help but stare. Their fight nearly destroyed the entire hospital room. Nurses rushed in, but none dared approach them. Ava cried louder in my arms, cutting through the chaos. "Stop it! Please!" I screamed, my voice hoarse. "I don’t want this—please, stop fighting!"

At first Eden was just in front of me but I paused to listen to a small pack talking about the Lycan king Arnou and Eden ended up ahead of me. "He's the youngest lycan king we've ever had and apparently he has no mate yet." A teenage girl said. She stood with her pack of friends close to the refreshment table. "I heard he came to look for his mate this time. Thats why I wore this forest green dress. It makes my tits look good and I heard he loves green" Her friend replied giggling. "Yeah I don't think it works like that, my pa told me lycans don't get fated mates, they are special in the