روايات وقصص ضمن Betrayed And Claimed By The Lycan King

The man finished up leaving both Lucian and Alexia in shock. The duo could not believe the betrayal. Lucian stood up slowly and silently. Alexia noticed his movement and stood up too, holding Lucian's hands, both of them walked out of the room silently. The clan was summoned and all of the Lycans gathered at the base of the palace. The elders stood at the balcony and announced the next ruler of the lycan clan, Kai. The lycan king. There were noises and murmuring but soon, the Lycans bowed and gave respect to their king.

He did not raise his head when lightning flashed. He continued splashing the air with his sword as he continued to cry. Who betrayed who? "Why did you kill my mother? We're going to get married! I thought you loved me. You said you wanted to have lots of pups. But why?" Who? I opened my mouth and was about to ask him, but no words would come out from my mouth. So I stood, watching the Lycan King cry in pain. That was the only thing that I could do. Watch him.

Triss said softly, as she recalled the memory, that seemed like a lifetime ago. “Really?” I asked her surprised and secretly pleased that someone other than Arnou had cared enough to want to check on me. “Yeah, but I came too late. Your maids told me you had gone with the Lycan. At first, I thought they were mistaken. But then rumors began to fly that the Lycan King had found his fated mate at the annual pack gala, and I wondered if it was indeed possible.” I looked at this wonderful friend of mine who loved me so unconditionally with joy in my heart.

His voice trembled with emotion, each word weighted with the depth of his feelings. "Lyza, please... I love you. I believe you're my mate, destined to be by my side. I can't let you go without a fight," he implored, his voice filled with sincerity. "I will prove to you that Darlyn's claims are nothing but falsehoods. Our connection, our love, is real." I looked at him, stunned by his admission. The Lycan King, on his knees before me, baring his vulnerability and unwavering devotion. It was a sight I never expected to witness, and it shook me to my core.

His hair has the most unique look I've ever seen—black, but with streaks that burn a deep red when light touches it. In summary, if Anton is considered very handsome, the Lycan King supercedes that by a wide margin. I shake my head to remove such thoughts from my mind. He's the reason that I'm here, and he should be treated no better than the monster he is. There was always some ounce of doubt whenever I heard stories of how he conquered a pack, or raised a territory with his men, but after the things I saw this night, I know for a fact that they are true.

But the man pushed me away after his whole body froze. My heart plummeted. The eyes staring down at me weren’t Elias’s warm brown ones. They were blue, cold as ice, and held no recognition or love. My arms dropped to my sides, the elation of moments ago replaced by anguish and dread. Before I could do anything, another man’s firm grip pulled me back. Jasper, finally recovering from his shock, stepped forward with anger and disbelief. “Who do you think you are?” he demanded. “I am the Lycan King,” the blue-eyed man said, his voice dripping with authority and menace. “And you will show respect.”

"I'm scared, Ophelia. That world is dangerous. It's terrifying. I can't bear the thought of putting them through what I went through." Ophelia gently smoothed my hair, offering what little comfort she could. But deep down, I knew the truth: things were far from alright. I was mates with the Lycan. The bond we shared brought us closer together despite my attempts to keep my distance. He also now knew my identity now. The Lily of the Valley would come crawling out of the woodwork once they learned that the healer who cured the Lycan king was their own. The children were the herald of it all—royalty on both sides of the family. There was bound to be a bloodbath.

“Look, I know you don’t trust me, and frankly, I don’t know if I trust you. But we only have each other right now. Help me and I vow to return the favor.” “The truth,” she murmurs. “It was never Camille who betrayed the King. It was the woman he thought was his mate.” My heart thuds in my chest. “She wasn't chosen by fate,” the former Queen continues. “She engineered the bond. Her bloodline came from the original rogue Lycans—exiled from the northern clans after the Great Sundering. Their vendetta against the royal line runs centuries deep.” I shake my head. “But I thought—”

"It means something different. We have gifts the alphas do not possess. We are healers, nurturers, survivors. Do not let them convince you that you are worthless." Her words are kind, but they cannot erase a lifetime of being told I am a mistake. I squeeze her hand, grateful for her compassion even if I cannot believe her reassurance. After Mary leaves, I force myself to eat a little. I will need my strength for what is coming. That night, I couldn't sleep. I lie in my bed and stare at the ceiling, wondering what tomorrow will bring. I have heard stories about the Lycan King. They say he murdered his own uncle to take the throne. They say he tears apart enemies with his bare hands. They say

His voice is hard, unyielding, and I feel the weight of his skepticism pressing down on me. “No,” I insist, shaking my head fiercely. “I survived. I was taken and raised in a pack far from here.” I can feel the fire growing within me, the need to prove my truth. In a swift motion, I lift the hem of my tattered shirt, revealing the Lycan mark etched into my skin. “This is my mark, a testament to my lineage. I am Princess Aloria, born of the Lycan blood, just as you are.” The king’s eyes widen as they fall upon the mark, and for a fleeting instant, I see the walls of his skepticism begin to crack. “It is you…” he murmurs, almost to himself, disbelief slowly giving way to reluctant acceptance.