Betrayed And Claimed By The Lycan King Novels & Stories

"Dearest sister-in-law, I know you are angry. I know you feel betrayed. But I beg you to understand—I am not trying to abandon my family. I am trying to protect them. The Lycan king is dangerous. He will not stop until he has destroyed us all. I am seeking an alliance, not out of weakness, but out of love. Please. Trust me. I am doing this for all of us." Elena's eyes filled with tears. "He was trying to protect us. He was trying to find a way to survive."

Tingles spread over my body, and I turned to putty in his hands. “Mate,” he whispered in my ear. “I will come for you.” My eyes were closed tight, and he disappeared. But I know he will come back for me. He is my mate. Cycle 452. Veyn 6 of the Bloodroot Bloom The Lycan King came for me today. He claimed me as his mate, but my father told him he couldn’t have me. “No Queen of the Two Realms will mate with a Lycan.”

She placed her hands over her mouth in shock as I held on to her, unwilling to accept this. None of us knew the Lycan king was this young anyways and moreover, no one would believe that he attended this kind of events. Well practically because no one had ever seen him present but seeing him away from the ceremony explains it. “If I'll ask, what do you mean ‘in this life’?” He questioned and my breath hitched. Why was the moon goddess given me the worst choices ever? What was going through her sick head to Mate ne with the Lycan king?

“That’s the Lycan King?” Dahlia’s face was pressed against my window pane as she looked out towards the procession being held for the Lycan King. He'd been in our pack for two days now, and it was easy to say that I had been avoiding him. I kept waiting for him to make a big scene and accuse my parents for their deceit or reject me and order for Dahlia to be made his, but he didn't. My head hung between my legs as my fears threatened to kill me. “Are you alright?” Dahlia asked as she rubbed slow circles around my back.

And somewhere deep inside my blood. Something ancient opened its eyes. Blackness swallowed me. But the last thing I heard, before I hit the ground, was not my wolf crying. It was another voice. Low. Powerful. Not Kael’s. Not from this pack. “You dare reject what belongs to me?” As Aurelia lies unconscious beneath the full moon, her rejected bond bleeds silver across the ground and miles away, a Lycan King rises from his throne.

Maybe wolves were trapped in endless cycles A golden roar shattered the moment. Theodore crashed between us, forcing her backward with raw Lycan strength. His claws carved glowing lines across the ground as he pushed her away. “Enough!” he growled. Golden energy surged violently around him stronger than before. He had gone beyond restraint. Full Lycan King war state. The Veil Queen steadied herself, genuinely impressed. “You risk breaking yourself,” she observed. “I protect what’s mine,” he replied. Her gaze shifted between us.

“Moonstone pack denied knowing you. They refused to associate themselves with your name. It was only exiled outlaws from your pack who had revealed your identity to me" For a moment, I did not understand the words. Denied? “They said they have no Bella Popovski they wish to claim. That you are not one of theirs.” The room began to feel smaller. “No,” I whispered instinctively, shaking my head. “That’s not possible.” Kade’s gaze hardened slightly. “I did not approach them as Kade. I approached them as a representative of the Lycan kingdom.” My breath hitched. “And when they discovered that the inquiry came from the Lycan king’s territory,” he added quietly, “your father was quick to deny you.

He was a Lycan, a stronger and older race. In battle, they fought in a half-human, half-wolf form, making them more agile and powerful than ordinary werewolves. But Lycans were very rare. "But how are you here?" I asked, finally taking his hand for a handshake. "Tracking a few vicious rogues," he said, furrowing his brow. I remembered Blake mentioning rogue attacks along the border recently. Just then, a doctor walked over. "I'm sorry, Alpha Logan. We did our best, but we couldn't stop your brother's bleeding."

“Scarlett.” I paused. Slowly, I turned back. King Alaric studied me with the careful gaze of someone weighing a political problem. “You should understand something,” he said. “This family does not break its promises.” His gaze flicked briefly toward Reed. “The engagement between House Donovan and House Solace will stand.” My chest tightened, but I only nodded once. “I understand, Your Majesty.” But the King wasn’t finished. “We are Lycans,” he continued. “Our customs differ from the smaller packs.”

The core of everything they'd tried to bury: me, my blood, the bond snapping tight between me and this Lycan King. I wasn't the broken girl in the white robe anymore.