Betrayed And Claimed By The Lycan King Mga Nobela at Kwento

The events of the past day flooded my memory, and I plopped down on the bed in defeat. "Who brought me here?" I asked. "Damien, the Lycan King." She shrugged, and my heart stopped. It couldn't be. This had to be some sick joke from nature. Of all the people in the world to be my mate, it had to be the Lycan King. A wolf feared by all throughout the kingdom. I marvelled at how, in less than a day, I had gone from almost getting married to the love of my life to finding out he was having a child with my best friend and then almost getting killed by rogues if not for the timely appearance of my mate.

Silence fills the whole room for a moment, then the expression on his face changes into something serious. “When you were taken,” he says carefully, “did you see his face? The bastard that took you?” The memory claws its way back instantly. Those dark eyes, cruel smile, the weight of his merciless and brutal hands on me. “Yes,” I reply. “He was a Lycan, but he didn’t seem to be from here. He said… he said someone wanted to make you suffer.” Varkos’s jaw clenches. “Did he say who?” “He didn’t mention any name,” I say slowly. “But he kept saying it was a message, and that I was nothing but just bait.”

Whatever waited beyond the southern borders, whatever new challenge eventually arrived to test everything we'd built together, I understood, standing there in the warm glow of a hard-won peace, that we'd face it exactly the way we'd faced everything since that very first night. Chosen. Together. However many times, however many crises, however many old grievances and ancient threats and scattered bloodlines still waited beyond the borders we understood. I hadn't broken, that first night in the Great Hall. I'd found, instead, exactly the life worth building — one choice, renewed daily, at a time. END OF BOOK ONE (The Lycan King's story continues in Book Two: Kingdom of the Southern Fires)

Linc replies. “Lilah, you could lose your life.” Callie whispers at me. Sadness shining through her honey eyes. “My life was lost long ago.” I turn to Linc. “Offer me as a trade.” He smiles at me, nodding his head. “You, Lilah, the future Queen of Lycans, are something else.” Linc follows the tracks through the forest. Letting us know that he wasn’t alone. He knew that Grant and Magnus’s Beta were with him. It wasn’t long before we found the Beta. He was dangling from a tree branch, a noose around his neck.

“And here you are again, asking for more help. Every time I help you, it spells trouble. Honestly, there’s nothing you can offer me anymore. I’m sick of your wide pussy.” Lyka’s face burned with humiliation and anger, but she forced herself to stay calm. She walked over to the bed, sat down, and crossed her legs. “What if I told you I have something more valuable than my body? Something that could actually help you.” Ryan raised an eyebrow. “What do you know?” Lyka took a deep breath. “The Lycan King has started investigating the Silver Clan pack. You know… Myra’s mother’s pack. The one you overthrew.”

I asked, and he walked closer; his presence filled the room. “I am Ares Draven.” My heart stopped. The name spread through every pack in the north. The ruler of the Lycans. “The Lycan King?” He nodded once. “Yes.” Shock filled me. “What am I doing in the Lycan kingdom?” “You collapsed in the forest,” he said. “Dead rogues surrounded you.” I lowered my eyes. “My wolf…” A woman in a healer's robe stepped into the room. “Your Majesty,” she said while looking at Ares.

Mine was dwarfed by his but I didn't let that deter me. “I give you my word," I said and he held my hand affectionately in his hand and then turned to the elders. He did it as if it was the most natural thing in the world to do. “Have you decided yet?" He asked them and they turned to look at us. All the while, everyone in the square was either quiet and keenly waiting or conversing in low tones. The elders turned and looked at us and one started, “yes we are Lycan King. It has been unanimously decided that Serena is innocent.

"You... you murdered the old King?" "We took care of a problem," Rowan corrected coldly. "But we made one massive mistake. We let his son live. We thought a useless pup wouldn't survive the winter alone. But Cassian didn't die. He crawled into the shadows, built himself an army of loyalists, took back his crown, and now he's the Lycan King. He’s spent years waiting for the perfect moment to destroy us. And this Peace Gathering? This is his move." The room went completely silent, save for the quiet ticking of the grandfather clock in the corner.

Turning back to human form and looking to the king as he also realises that the advantage has changed. "They betrayed you" I yelled at the king. "The wolves you thought were coming to help you, have turned on you" the lycan king growls watching as his side becomes more outnumbered. "You were never meant to rule us, leave before your wiped out" I say, my voice refilling with power. He doesn't back down though, instead he growls again, his eyes black with rage.

Jacob replied. “So, we know that he’s the Lycan I was betrothed to before I was born, but in the end, not even with the consent of my own parents, it was forced by the council. After working out it was a bad idea, it was called off, my parents were murdered and I was smuggled out. At some point after that, he set himself up as the Rogue King.” Callum nodded. “We know he’s a psychopath working with a lot of witches.”