Betrayed By An Alpha, Claimed By A Lycan King Mga Nobela at Kwento

My lower lip wobbled as I whispered, "Then ask your Moon Goddess to make me fight brutal enemies, and send thousands of vile creatures my way. I can do that. But just...I want my Delilah back." Sadness and hurt flashed in Lucas's eyes. It must be heart-wrenching for him to witness his Alpha in this state. But he tried to remain strong, "You are not any ordinary lycan, Xander. You are The Lycan King; the most powerful and undefeatable..." His mouth abruptly shut. And when he didn't utter another word for a long moment, I turned my head toward him and found him staring at me with mixed emotions. I raised my eyebrow in question and gasped at the sudden smack on my back, "Oh, you dumbwit, you ar

That was what I wanted to ask him and to make him understand but I also understood his reluctance. It was hard to believe that an alpha would bow to another alpha and in such a case, an alpha who had been leading a pack. But I didn't care about that and neither did I care what others would say. The others were to watch while I got killed for something I didn't do and do nothing and it was the Lycan King who came through for me and as things were, I would even give my soul or even my life for him. But Dan coming with the letter made us suspend everything.

unable to accept what Killian just told us. "Killian, I know you're angry, but if you want to save her, you have to let me finish." His eyes snapped up to meet mine. Silver specks started appearing in his sage-green eyes, letting us know his wolf was present and pissed. "Spit it out. What does your back story have to do with saving my mate from your despicable alpha?" Not wanting to stay around longer than necessary anymore, I got straight to the point. "Killian, you're a Lycan. You have to claim your rightful title as The Alpha King. Getting your true strength back is the only way you can stop Ace and break this never-ending cycle of death and betrayal. To finally have peace among us The El

Nox: My brows creased into a frown. I was hoping the mission I had sent her on would last for the next few days. Well, nothing less was expected of the daughter of a strong alpha, strong enough to be the Lycan king even. To help my pack get to where it is, I made a contract with the alpha. He gave us the best of his soldiers and strengthened our defenses in return that if I didn't find my mate by ending of the year, she would become my Luna.

Two Shadow Reavers knelt before me, their black fur matted with dirt and dried blood, red eyes lowered in fear. One of them spoke first, voice raspy. “Alpha King, the Lycan King himself came for her. Broke the cage like it was nothing. Knocked us out cold. The girl… she claimed she was a white witch. Said she could heal our king if we brought him to her. We believed her long enough for him to arrive.” I stopped pacing. White witch. My hands clenched at my sides. “A woman. Saved by Lucian Blackthorn. Claims she’s a white witch.”

I’d convinced myself I was cursed, the bringer of death to anyone who got close. After ascending as the Lycan Alpha of the Whispering Pines Pack, I believed a leader couldn’t afford distractions. An Alpha couldn’t fall for a woman. And if he did, he had to reject her for the sake of his people. Then this one woman came into my life and turned everything upside down. ‘Vaerith… you’re smiling.’ ‘Shouldn’t I be, Tharok? Can’t a man smile when he finally realizes he’s fallen in love?’

He asked, his hot breath slamming on my skin as he closed the distance. My chest heaved as I clenched my fist tightly trying my best to not appear as scared shitless as I was. “Do you have any idea who I am?” He added but his tone wasn't sounding harsh. In fact it still had this same amusement hinted on it. “Alpha Kieran called you the Lycan King,” I replied, trying to maintain some semblance of control. “Yes, I am the Lycan King and what you just did is an offence punishable by death,”

Lucian I had been restless all morning with my wig tugging against the restraints. Twenty of the most powerful Alpha's allies sat around the obsidian table, waiting for my decision. Most of them were here to renew their contract with the Lycan territory while the others desperately needed help. One, border dispute and then the other, had a problem with pestering rogue packs… the last alpha wanted to discuss a trade agreement. Ordinarily, I would have already reached a verdict a while ago as they weren’t just proposing to me but to everyone else on the table.

“You are the former lycan prince mate. I hate lycans. They cannot be trusted!” Clenching my hands, I took a long sigh knowing that he was the one who should not be trusted. I read my history. He crept into my grandfather’s loyal advisors and wore himself a sheep’s clothing only to reveal himself later on to be a traitor and killed my whole family so he could take over being the alpha king.

When I told my parents about it they were excited to tell me the truth about me been a werewolf, and those were my wolf insitinct. My parent had brought me to the pack to celebrate my seventh birthday and that was the same day I lost them. It happened so fast in a full moon, my uncle was the one who had saved me that day; he shift to his wolf state and flipped me over his back and ran as fast as the wind that I was even scared I might swing off from his back. My uncle, Gavin is a beta and my dad's first hand as he was the alpha of the park. He wasn't just my dad's first hand but his close younger brother. His a huge man with a bulky body structure and quite too young for his age.