Novel & Cerita Betrayed By An Alpha, Claimed By A Lycan King

Opening her eyes, it dawned on her. She didn't hit the ground. Looking up a bit, she met his charming face: thick jaw, deep brown eyes, sharp nose, and a bloody lip. This description suits no one else than Alpha Raymond, the Lycan king known for his deadly acts. “If you wish to end your miserable life, then it's okay, but not in my company,” he dropped her down, and she turned around. Her stupid mind didn't think through; trying to commit suicide in a company, wasn't smart at all.

"And you are going to accept my rejection and forget about me, we can never be together! I am an Alpha King, I do not need a mate like you." I cried more as his words rolled off his tongue, "Stop your crying, it is fucking irritating!" He said and I sobbed. "You are going to leave after the rejection and never set foot within my territory again, mutt!" He warned, "Is that clear?" I nodded at him and watched him do what I feared the most. "I, Lycus Dardanos." He began, "Alpha King of the werewolf community, the next in command after the wolf's council and the Alpha of Blackmoon pack reject you Nyx E…"

The other man with the long brown hair lowered his head and said, “I am Alpha Dorian, of the mystic pack.” The third Alpha started to say, “I am Alpha Tunde, of the ilé ifé pack—-” but Dimitri interrupted. Dimitri snarled authoritatively, his crimson eyes blazing dangerously. “I know who you all are. The question was what the bloody hell do you want?!” he said. “Supreme Lycan Alpha!” Mathias yelled, lowering himself to his knees in front of Dimitri before kneeling. He was followed by the other two Alphas, who both referred to Dimitri as Supreme Alpha. They were sending conflicting messages here, first invading our pack’s area and then submitting. “We came to ask for you, the last lycan Blood

“The Lycan King, Darius Wrent. He’s one of the many who asked for your hand in marriage, and I’ve accepted his offer.” I swallowed hard, blinking back tears of horror as the reality of his words hit me. Darius Wrent. The Lycan King, the most powerful Alpha in the territories. He was a terrifying man if the rumors about him were to be believed. Considering his reputation, he’d be the last person I’d want to trick into being my mate and I doubt he’d accept a wolfless Luna willingly. “Is he aware of my… condition?” Father didn’t like me to voice my wolflessness and even now, his lips tightened. “No.” Was all he said and I stared.

"You've got to believe me!'' I pleaded, panic rising inside me. There is no way, there has to be some kind of joke here. "And why should he?'' The high priestess asked in a rather cunning voice. "For all we know, you could be trying to baby trap our Alpha. They Lycan King does not take likely to such betrayals little one.'' The hall fell silent, Lucas, for once, avoided my eyes. Those same eyes that when casted on me brought shivers down my spine. "Lycan King Lucas Morretti is the last of his blood line!''

Elara smiled as she assessed me critically. “I don't want to be a puppet of fate or the gods. I didn't ask for any of this, I want to be free!” I clenched my fists with determination. “Not even the Alpha deserves this fate.” “Indeed?” There was weight in her words. “Don't be deceived by the games of seduction, Sophie. The Lycan King is a cunning wolf who plays dirty to get what he wants!” “Do you have a history with him?” I observed, curious.

Isabella—the commander-in-chief of the Blood Moon Pack—Mind linked me. “I have a quest, my king,” she said, bowing deeply. “I must warn the witches. Alpha King Caleb is destroying kingdoms one by one. The Fairy Kingdom has fallen; the witches will be next.” Normally, I would have shrugged, unconcerned with the affairs of other species. But seeing my people suffer, seeing the devastation Alpha king Caleb had wrought, I felt an unfamiliar burn of responsibility and fury. “Go,” I commanded. Relief flickered through her , She and her warriors risked everything to rescue lycans dragged into shadows, beaten and abandoned. Dangerous missions were their reality, but I trusted them to succeed.

“So, whatever inquiries or snooping you have done in my home — stops now. Do we have an understanding?” They both began to fidget under the weight of my authority. An alpha’s command could not be denied. It could be painful, even deadly, to try. As the lycan king, mine was more potent than any other. I wasn’t even putting a fraction of the force I could behind my words, but their discomfort was clear. Finally, they responded with their understanding, tilting their heads to expose their necks to me in submission. “Good. Now, go. We have nothing more to discuss.”

“Please, let me try. If there’s even a chance I can save Elliot, why wouldn’t you let me?” Alpha Mason’s eyes narrowed, and he took a step closer. His presence was overwhelming. “Do you have any idea what kind of man the Lycan King is? He's ruthless. He doesn’t help people. He destroys them. If you go anywhere near him, he’ll kill you before you can even speak.” “I don’t care, Alpha. I’ll take that risk. I’ll do whatever it takes.” Alpha Mason stared at me for a long moment, his expression unreadable. Then he laughed—a cold, mocking sound that made my skin crawl.

“Not the female. So which beast are you? The one who feeds on humans on the news? Or the other one who turned my stepdaughter?” She studies me for a second. “The bastard who changed her. I would recognise you anywhere. It’s the eyes. Where are you going, beast? To find another human to slaughter?” I look back over my shoulder and then to Kyra and shake my head. “You’re running? You can’t even stand by your own decisions. What kind of beast are you?” She was right. I was never the Alpha I thought I was. I slowly shift back. The humans tense up as they watch me, but I couldn’t speak to her as a Lycan.