Betrayed And Claimed By The Lycan King Novels & Stories

I shouldn’t ever be seen here or around the pack. They’d even betray you if you gave them your trust. They hold only themselves in high esteem. And their King? He was said to be a wolf’s worst nightmare if you ever crossed paths with him. “We were being chased by those rogues, and in a bid to lose them, I took a sharp turn at a road I didn’t know. I had no idea that it was the direction of the Lycan pack.” Liam responded calmly but I couldn’t miss the tinge of panic in his voice.

She got up from her seat, swam in her infinity pool, and finally took a bath with the yogurt soap that she loves. She dried her hair as she climbed over her bed after she was dressed. She sat down and turned on her computer. She had a blueprint at least. She just needs to wear a mask and seal off her scent. Since Dominick’s scent was all over her, he might have dominated them. Most of them were lycans, people whom the King had been hunting. She thought of what Monique told her. That they~~the royals whom their family were loyal to had betrayed their family. Slaughtered each of them, and didn’t spare even their little siblings.

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.

Let him hear the rot at the heart of his precious alliances. Father finally spoke, his tone measured, like he was addressing a wayward pup instead of the daughter they had betrayed. “We came because Moonstone Pack needs you, Bella. The Lycan King trusts you. You have access to their world now. Their secrets. Their strengths.” I stared at him, waiting for the punchline. Surely this wasn’t going where I thought it was. “You want me to… what?” I asked slowly, still holding the knife ready.

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.

He retorted once again, but I stood transfixed to a spot with my mouth hung wide agape. “Leave? That's all you intend to say? How shameless can you really be? You irritate me down to the core erebus.” I retorted, clenching my fists. I could feel my blood boiling at an insane range; it was killing me way too much to listen to whatever crappy words the bastard had said, but I had not expected him to yell at me for any reason. “Yes. Leave. Stop acting like we are lovers. I married you only because I need an excuse; you don't get to pass out orders for me, and it seems you have forgotten your place in this pack. I am the Lycan King , and you tried to steal from me!”