Novel & Cerita Being The Lycan Queen, Claiming By The Alpha

She recognised the voice as belonging to the blind she-wolf who had once saved her pack from another pack's attack. "My Queen, it seems you have risen. I will do all I can to win your heart." Alpha Sinclair Ortega said as he replied to Queen Lycan's howl. "Don't dream, she's not your mate. I don't feel her aura!" Jay the alpha wolf said. "I want she to be my mate, don't I have the right to?" "Yes, but remember your rank in pack centre. She was born to be a Lycan queen." Jay said emphatically rejecting what the alpha wanted.

“Ten years we mourned our past. But today, we embrace our future. Today, the bloodline is restored. I present to you your alpha, your savior, your sovereign.” She placed the crown on my head. It felt surprisingly light, yet carried a warmth that seemed to sink into my skull and merge with my golden magic. “Long live the Queen!” Kaelen’s roar was the first to break the silence, his face bright with pride. The crowd took up the cry, a wave of sound that shook the valley itself. “Long live the Queen! Long live Seraphina! Queen of the North!” I looked out over the sea of faces, golden eyes flashing. I was no longer the weak Omega to be discarded. I was the Lycan Queen, and this was my kingdom.

Lucian’s voice cut through the stillness. “Let this summit bear witness,” he said, his tone carrying across every corner of the hall. Aurelia felt it again his hand brushing hers, not gripping, not forcing. Choosing. Standing with her. The balance of power had shifted and everyone knew it. The silence breaks. The tension snaps and before anyone can challenge it Lucian steps forward. His voice echoes through the summit, cold and absolute: “Aurelia Nightbane…” A pause. The entire world holding its breath. “…will stand as Queen Candidate of the Lycan throne.”

"I don't have to prove that to you, Victoria. If you all noticed, you will agree with me that no one could have the King's scent apart from his mate. Today I am not standing as the King's mate but as the Queen, and I'm here to tell you that his company and his throne will not be taken away by an enemy!" Her words seemed to have sent shivers down the spines of many as they stared at her, trembling. Suddenly, Alpha Gerald cleared his throat, getting up from his chair. "With all due respect, Lycan Queen, or whatever address you are given, You must know that, once a Lycan King is dead, especially without an heir, it is only right that someone else takes over the throne."

This is why packs selected a beta or alpha female as the Luna, if the Moon Goddess hadn’t already fated one to the future Alpha. If the Alpha never found his fated mate, or his fated mate died before producing an heir, then the pack elders would select the strongest alpha or beta female that would be approaching their next heat soonest, and she would become the new Luna to the pack once proven with the Alpha’s pup. If after one heat, she failed to be with pup, the pack elders would make the Alpha mate with the next fertile ranked she-wolf to go into heat until one became pregnant after sharing her heat with the Alpha.

"I am his intended. His chosen mate. If you force yourself on me you will be violating a royal claim. That is a curse that will follow you for the rest of your life." Kael's expression did not change but she could see him thinking. "The Lycan King will hunt you down," Gianna continued. "He will destroy you. He will kill every rogue in your camp and burn everything you have built to the ground. And before he kills you he will make you suffer in ways you cannot even imagine." "The Lycan King does not care about you." "He does. And when he finds out what you did to me he will make it his life's mission to end yours."

​"Malphas is leaving. Escort them out. The treaty is signed and bound by blood." "Gladly," I mutter, standing up to my full height, letting my massive frame cast a shadow over the room. Cillian pushes off the pool table, sharply straightening the lapels of his designer jacket. "A pleasure as always, Prince," he sneers softly. "Enjoy your victory. And your human. I hope she's worth the price of admission." Little does he know she is no mere human, she is the Lycan Queen of Legend, one day she will lead us all.

“What the— “ I gasped softly, standing from the bed and looking around. Was I reborn in an alternate world or something? “... behave crazy.” Jessica’s voice drifted to me from the room door, and I pursed my lips. She was gossiping with some other maid in my waiting room, and my wolf picked up snippets of the conversation. “Really?” The other girl asked. “I’m telling you. She ran away from marrying him yesterday, and today she’s asking for Lycan Hunter and proclaiming herself Queen… “ Ran away? Memories of the conversation between those warriors came back to me as I began to fit the pieces together.

“Are you an Omega now?” “I was supposed to be,” I hesitated. “But the Lycan King, who is the Alpha of this pack, found out that I was his third-chance mate.” “Third chance?” Father asked, his eyes lighting up. “I was shocked when I heard that. Safe to say he’s my second-chance mate too,” I sighed. “But he isn’t as accessible as Damon. You know—Lycan King vibes.” He pulled my cheeks, smiling. “Yeah, I get it, love. Don’t worry. I’m here now. Nothing evil will happen to you. I’ll be your protector, even if it means laying down my life.”

Almost like a different person entirely. Autumn stepped forward and placed her hand on Lily's shoulder. The touch was brief but significant. "Your pack needs their luna now more than ever," she said quietly. "Take care of them." Lily's eyes widened slightly at the use of the title, Luna, acknowledging her position as the young alpha's mate. She nodded, understanding the weight of what Autumn was saying. This pack was broken and scared. They needed strong leadership to rebuild. "I will," Lily promised. Damon and Autumn moved toward the door, their small group of warriors falling in behind them.