Being The Lycan Queen, Claiming By The Alpha นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The weight of it was different from what I expected, lighter physically but heavier in every other sense, settling into place with a rightness that felt almost inevitable, as though this moment had been waiting patiently for twenty one years for exactly this configuration of circumstances to arrive. "I present to you," Elder Moss announced, turning to face the assembled kingdom, "Queen Aria Nightshade Bloodfang, rightful heir to the throne of the eastern Lycan kingdom, restored today to her birthright after twenty one years of exile." The courtyard erupted. I looked out at the faces gathered below, warriors and families and children, all of them celebrating not simply a coronation but the vi

“I’m sorry Alpha, I do not mean any disrespect.” He bows low, at the waist, keeping a close eye on Ty behind me. “What is the meaning of this distraction? I do believe we had an agreement on how this was going to go down?” “Yes Alpha, we did, but that was before we knew who Ms. Morgan is! We cannot allow her to fight.” “Why would that be? You agreed before you saw her Lycan, what’s changed now?” “Alpha! She’s the chosen Queen YOUR Queen! We cannot allow her to get hurt! I am not sure why you would willingly allow her to hurt herself, especially at your hand.”

I growl, I hit my hands on the table and she jumps in fright. "Leon is my mate and I carry his mark... I'm your Queen and I demand you leave this pack or I'll take this as a challenge," I look into her eyes and see fright, I exude my Alpha aura and she gasps, she thought I was a weak omega. Alaiah is having an inner conflict with her Lycan, she's stubborn and won't swallow her pride but her Lycan knows better. I wish I could reveal my abilities to her but I can't, my brother said it's dangerous and we might not know who is watching.

It was such a pleasant change that Alpha Derrick didn’t oppose my son’s presence, he even spoke casually. “The Blood Moon Pack’s next Alpha should be aware that his mother is the Lycan Queen. Sharing a mother with the next lycan King is the height of good luck.” Aunt Flora smiled softly, hearing her husband’s direct demand of an heir. She asked me a question to divert everyone’s attention. “What’s the color of your lycan’s fur, Shyla?” Maddox’s hand froze in the air as he glared at her while serving me breakfast, he spoke rudely.

She asked, "Playing?" "No, we haven't been playing," I said to her, "for some reason, I don't think she's ready for marriage. I don't even think she's ready to be claimed by me." "You're a Lycan now, right?" She asked me. "Yes, my queen." "And the Alpha of the Maelstrom kingdom as well, right?" "That's correct, my queen." "Then why is it difficult for you to make a move at a lady whom you've spent a good time of your life getting close with?" She asked.

“I hate a mate, Allister. You know this.” Allister gave me a menacing look and I knew then I had made a mistake. He stood up and got into my face. Not putting his hands on me unlike usual. “That pathetic mutt is not your mate, Seraphina. I am. You are to be my Queen. I am the Lycan King and what I say supersedes any alpha.” This couldn’t be happening. Lycans were in fairy tales. They weren’t real. Yes in fairy tales they had the power to make the decision to mark whom ever they wanted. Even those who were marked. But they had to have good reason in order for the mark to take.

I snarl, but she doesn’t flinch or move. “Miles…it’s taking a chosen mate or losing your title as alpha.” She keeps on explaining. Frustration bolts through my veins and I push myself off the bed, closing the distance between us and I stop right in front of her. “I am the Lycan Alpha, no one will take my place.” I seethe and my mother steps back, shaking her head. “The elders won’t let you rule.” , “Then I will kill them! No one is taking my place!” I bellow, slamming the door shut and she flinches at the loud bang behind her.

“I think you saw the end of this world and not the beginning of the next, and if you kept watching, you would have seen the rise of the Lycan.” Pria’s jaw hits her chest. “She’s playing Alfred,” I quickly say through the mind link, and to the Alpha’s credit she doesn’t even blink. “You’ve lost your fucking mind,” she says. “But you are my Queen and I must follow you.” “Yep,” Lyric says and laces her fingers behind her head, stretching her legs out in front of her. “Them’s the rules.” Haldor is red in the face - with anger or amusement, I can’t tell - and Dexter is hiding a grin behind his fist.

Bryce. "I'm the next Alpha King. I'm not supposed to be taking this nonsense especially from a whore. What is wrong with that picture? You're Queen Luna. Proudly selected by the Goddess, and the last lycan. Fix this mess." I paced in my grandma's office. I couldn't take this anymore. Things were getting out of hand, and for what? I wasn't going to let one of my pack members die, and sacrifice themselves because they thought they had no other choice.

The witch followed closely behind. "I understand that you have something to tell us, headmaster," I said after a beat, and he nodded. "Yes, your highness," he said, earning the attention of all. "I received word from Alpha Dexter of the Luna Queen situation and did some research." My ears perked at his words, as did everyone else's. "And what did you find?" I prompted, eager to hear. "A Lycan's heat process is not the same as a regular wolf's," he started, surprising us all.