Novel & Cerita Babysitting The Amnesiac Lycan King

“Let me introduce you to King Alaric Anjou the Third. The King of all humans, werewolves, and magical creatures alike.” I nodded slowly, tracing the lines of the drawing. He looked so much like Lucien it made my skin crawl. “So he’s of French stock, too?” I asked, trying to keep my voice casual while admiring the picture. “Is that all you have to say?” Vivienne asked, her tone dripping with disappointment. “What did you want me to say?” I shot back. “I don't know—show that you're impressed! I just found out that the entity inside of you slept with the Lycan King himself. I cracked the code, Seraphina!” She threw her hands up in the air as if she had just won a marathon.

It was heavier than it looked, the cover soft and a little sticky with age. It opened plainly enough: Each alpha has a prophecy, and it will always come to pass. Weird, I thought. The kind of line that means nothing until, suddenly, it means everything. I almost put it back right there. I wish I had. I kept reading instead. The Tenth Lycan King will conceive a child with his Luna. The child will be the most powerful and most feared in history. I read it again, slower. Then a third time, waiting for the words to rearrange themselves into something that made more sense, something less impossible.

I was placed on a bed and the man turned his back on me and started walking away. I thought he was going to close the door before coming back to me. I wasn't a fool. I knew why I was here. After hearing the man I didn't get to see refer to him as your majesty, I knew I was doomed. I was a slave to the notorious mateless Lycan King. Rumour has it that he's ruthless and a womaniser. He takes female wolves or Lycans as his sex slaves and discards them when he's bored.

they responded in unison. “Then get out of my sight.” The guards scattered immediately. “Father?” Lyka’s voice came lightly as she approached, now dressed in something simpler but still elegant, her composure intact. “Some of the guests are leaving. We should at least see them off.” Ryan barely acknowledged her at first, his thoughts elsewhere, until something clicked suddenly. He straightened. “The Lycan King,” he said sharply. “Where is he?” Lyka blinked, confused. “The Lycan King? I didn’t see him.”

She was still bitter over what happened but i didn't care as i walked in on her in her room "And you," I said. "Don't ever suggest something like that again because you just think of anything. You were not the one insulted, I was. And it's my duty to take care of it. I'm the Lycan King, and I make the rules. And I say that Amber is not going to be killed."

Grayson sighed and raised his hand. "King Davorin, this is Luna Violet and our daughter Amelia," Grayson growled firmly. His large hand clasped his as he shook it. "Two female Lycan hybrids, you are a fortunate man, Grayson," the king replied sternly. Grayson nodded and brought us around his desk dragging an extra chair for Amelia. We all sat and I continued holding My daughter's hand getting strange vibes from the large man who kept looking down at us both. I looked up at the king and my brow furrowed at the scowl on his symmetrical face. Davorin was gritting his teeth I could tell by his clenched jaw. His amber eyes kept falling on Amelia and it concerned me. Michael cleared his throat and

Moments ago, in the front of the burning Morning Sun Motel, Amber and I were kind of getting to know each other more, but somehow, I found myself tucked under my blanket in my own bed. I didn't understand how fast I was transported to my own castle, tucked in bed in my cotton pyjamas. We can talk about how my dress got changed later, but now, there was something more pressing at hand. "Amber." I sat up on the bed and gradually peeled my eyes open to see a couple of maids standing with their backs hunched, and their covered hair bowed. Looking into the eye of a Lycan king was almost punishable by ostracisation. Father made the law, not me.

Every corner he turned, they were at it. In their desperation to have their own little beasts, they don't care if anyone saw them. Lucas was all for it. Babies, he meant. He loved kids. They don't have to rub it in his face. "You knew this beforehand," Athena accused. "I guess you have to start with the preparation then, no?" Humor and good spirit followed him as he walked out of his office. Leaving his brothers and their mates to their devices. Lucas had preparations of his own and he needed to contact the Lycan King.

This was my reward for a job well done. I went back to my room to sleep after that. I ran into Lucille the moment I walked out of the kitchen, she was there with her best friend Amy. Both girls looked at me in disgust. " Now that the Lycan king is coming, I hope he won't have to see that thing," Amy said pointing at me in pure disgust " Of course not, he is coming here to see me. Also, my mom says you should stay in your room and not come out. If not just consider yesterday's beating as a small punishment"