Betrayed And Claimed By The Lycan King Novels & Stories

He took the empty stool beside me. For some reason, talking to him felt easy. Natural. We exchanged jokes. Traded sarcastic remarks. And for the first time all night, I found myself genuinely smiling. The stranger eventually lifted his glass. "Darius." I blinked. "Darius?" "Darius Draven." The name hit me immediately. My eyes widened. Everyone knew that name. The Lycan King. The most powerful Lycan alive. Darius seemed to notice my surprise. "That look never gets old."

I look at my hand and I am holding a dead wizard. “Bruce, we need Adam back, bud,” Joshua looks at me. “Bruce,” Lucas looks at me. “Come on man, give Adam control.” “I need to see my king,” I drop the wizard. I am a loyal Lycan of Royal Blood. My allegiance to my King is absolute. Above all, even to Adam. I kneel next to my King. “Oh, great Caesar, I come to pay tribute.” I can feel my King in there. He has been restless all day. Something about my mate has him stirring.

His vow was loud and engraved on the four corners of the room. She believed him. _____________ The Lycan Mansion Alexander In all his days as a Lycan King, even his father, and ancestors before him, no one had ever betrayed the kingdom. Until now. By a royal pack warrior nonetheless. He and Michael had not foreseen the need to do what needed to be done in a long time. The events of the night proved them wrong. They must. And they will. After killing the rogues, they called for a pack gathering.

, he murmured darkly, "I will burn every place that hides you." She froze,The promise sounded real and Terrifyingly , Kael straightened and faced the room once more. She will leave tonight Her father nodded immediately like a coward that is desperate to survive. Yes, Your Majesty Ariana looked at him in disbelief . "Do you know how fortunate you are? That The Lycan King himself chose you." No he didn't He sacrificed her Just like always. Pain gathered in her throat but she refused to cry in front of them while Kael watched her silently, his sharp silver eyes noticing everything.

the older female said, her eyes on me while she spoke. “Is she the one?” the younger female asked, and all heads turned to me, including that of the servants. I watched the Lycan King look around, a frown settling on his face before she shook his head. “She is not. She is a slave I took from the Crimson pack. I don’t want to hear stupid rumors about this from any of you or the punishment will be severe,” He barked, his gaze hitting me for a split second before he turned to his Beta.

The people I loved so dearly, who once called me family, now saw me as nothing more than a scandal, a disgrace. A hand gripped my arm, yanking me away from Damien. I turned, one of the warriors, gripping me as if I were a prisoner. “Take her to the borders,” Damien ordered. They started to move me, dragging me. But before we could take another step, a chilling voice cut through the chaos. “Touch her again, and you will not live to see another sunrise.” The world stilled. The air shifted. And then he stepped forward. It was Kael Donavan, The Lycan King.

"I made you King and this is what you do? Accuse me of a crime I did not commit? Which is a decade old?" "Hold your tongue Sacredos. I do not tolerate disrespect," I growled. "You did not make me King. I became King the second Vasilik stepped on my land and hurt my family. My mate's wolf got angry and killed him. Her wolf is the reason I am King," I twisted the truth and looked down on him. I focused my attention on the female. "What happened?" I asked, ignoring her parents who were crying upon seeing the condition of their daughter.

My heart pounds as I stand in front of Nickolas's bedroom door, a bowl of medicine in my hand. It's a strange turn of events—I'm the one who almost lost my life, yet it's Nickolas who now needs herbs to recover. Because of what he did, I'm almost fully healed, but I can’t say the same for him. Beatrice told me he sustained some injuries while he fought the lycans, and on top of that, he gave me his blood. Beatrice explained that his status as the king of lycans is the only thing keeping him from being bedridden. If he were an ordinary lycan, he would be fighting for his life right now.

I felt a strange feeling of need and despair, as if I needed something to calm my nerves. Tristan poured another drink, his fingers brushing mine as he offered. "So, Veronica, who is this guy that's giving you so much trouble?" I took a sip and let the alcohol burn my throat before answering. "These are the Lycan Kings, Lucas and Simon." Tristan's eyebrows furrowed. "Ah, twins. They have a good reputation. And you alone." I nodded, feeling the warmth of the drink spread through me. "Yes. I don't think I want to bring it."