Betrayed By An Alpha Claimed By A Lycan King Novels & Stories

“Why I’ve returned.” I looked around the room, meeting every pair of eyes that dared look back. “Kellan and Liora punished me unjustly. They murdered my mother. And now I’ve returned for justice, but instead, I find Liora conveniently dead.” Uneasy murmurs rippled across the room like wind disturbing dry leaves. “And perhaps you’re wondering who stands beside me,” I continued, turning slightly toward Azrik. “He is the Lycan King. The Alpha of Alphas.”

“What if this is her way of giving you another chance? With me.” The tension between us crackled. The pull, the scent, the bond—goddess, it wasn’t fair. First, she mates me to the Alpha King. Then the Lycan King. And now, his Beta? Is this some twisted joke? I laughed bitterly. “Do you even realize I’m about to be the next Luna of this pack?” I glanced at the table, then the door, and back at Callan. “Sever the bond, Callan,” I said firmly, stepping back.

Exposed. Her jaw tightened. “Your alpha is dead!" The Lycan King roared in triumph, eyes cold and unyielding. “This could have been avoided if you had submitted to me. But as usual, the weak tend to show bravery they do not have." Aries gritted her teeth in anguish. The lycan king still had the audacity to boast even after what he did. This was the order of war: the strong takes out the weak and still gets to brag about it.

He kowtowed repeatedly, his forehead touching the ground as he begged for mercy. The Lycan King's gaze swept past Aldrake's groveling form and landed on Livia, who looked like she had seen a ghost. Her eyes were wide with shock, her mouth slightly agape. She couldn't believe what she had just learned. "He's a... Lycan King," she thought to herself, her mind reeling with the implications. Just moments ago, she had struggled to reconcile his powerful presence with the rank of Gamma, but now she felt like she had been punched in the gut. The realization of his true position made her want to shrink away, especially when she thought about her interactions with him. Her wolf, Lilly, shared her pan

I'd requested her to meet at the bar to engulf myself in the embrace of liquor. I believed booze should help me from dying in this crashing world of mine. Alpha Alec, my adoptive father, had already sealed my fate to the Lycan king , the devil himself, without my consent. If that's all, that would have been better but no, it was this same day l got to know that the person I wholeheartedly love was engaging to another person. Before this night, I was a timid and obedient girl who followed orders without questions. I had no choice. My father, the former Alpha of the pack, was sentenced to death after being accused of treason when our pack was invaded by rogues.

"You and your mistress conspired to harm your mate and child. The werewolf council has unanimously agreed to strip you of your Alpha status. The Shadowbite pack is no longer under your control." Blake’s face turned pale as he stared at us in disbelief. "Stop trying to scare me!" Just then Blake’s Beta arrived, but without any soldiers. “I told you to bring the soldiers!” Blake yelled at his beta. "Blake, I’m sorry...I just received the werewolf council's notice. You’re no longer Alpha... " "How can this be? This... this is impossible..." Blake stammered. Blake staggered back two steps, his pride slipping away like sand through his fingers.

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

“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.”

It was about truth, delivered publicly, perfectly, in front of everyone who had ever looked away. "We are going to the wedding?" I asked, and deep inside, my golden wolf hummed with quiet satisfaction. "We are going to the wedding," the Lycan King promised, his smile deadly and certain. "But not as invaders crashing through the gates. We will walk right through the front doors, carrying the truth they hoped no one would ever learn... and they will watch you take back everything they stole, right there on their sacred altar, in front of every single person who came to cheer them on."

And, as expected, they tried to deny it. “Lycan King!” The former Alpha bowed deeply. “Who are we to deceive the mighty Lycan King? We could never do such a thing. Whatever Ayla told you was nothing but lies. She has always been the evil sister.” In the blink of an eye, I was in front of him, my hands gripping his shoulders tightly. “Tell me the entire truth. Now! Tell me how you bewitched her and tattooed the mark on her back!” I growled, unleashing my Lycan King aura. The building trembled, and some of the pack elders faltered to the ground under its impact.