Bloodbound To The Lycan King Novels & Stories

This life, when the King summoned him, he ignored it entirely. If he loved Yara so much, why did he mate with me in the first place?! Fury surged through my chest, and I spat out another mouthful of blood. The Pack Healer trembled under the Lycan King's deadly gaze. "My King, her heart rate is dropping dangerously fast! If her mate isn't here to ground her, she really won't make it!" The Lycan King glanced at me, suppressing his own rage. He ripped the royal seal from his belt and threw it at the guard.

"You've just done something remarkably foolish." "Funny," I said. "I feel remarkably not foolish." "The binding your mother built," Threnody said, "was designed to be completed alone. A vessel and an anchor drawn from within her own bloodline — power turned inward, contained, safe." His pale eyes moved to Kael, cataloguing him the way Vesna had cataloged me at the gate. "You've tethered an Ardenmere overflow to a four-hundred-year-old Lycan King instead. Do you have any understanding of what that actually means?"

My inner wolf was reviving. "With each minute I spend with you, you grow more mesmerizing," he said as I drank the kiss. 'Why? Why am I submitting to him?' "I will tell you this once, Heather. I am Theodore Barclay, the King of the Lycans and Alphas. You must realise that as a consequence of your invasion into my domain, I now own you, and no matter what you do, you will never be able to escape the fate that bound me to you." After he said that, I felt as if I were intoxicated when he knelt in front of me.

Several elders hurried toward the chamber. Elder Alaric stood among them with two other elders. Their expressions were grim as they silently signaled the elite warriors waiting nearby. Each warrior held a glowing vial. They entered the king's chamber without hesitation. The sounds that followed made Lucian tremble. The king's chamber was filled with growls, howls and crashing sounds. Everything lasted several long minutes before the warriors dragged a massive silver-furred Lycan outside. Its wrists and neck were bound by heavy chains. Burn marks covered its body. They seemed to have been caused by the liquid inside the vials they carried.

I flinched at the intensity of his words, making me shut my eyes. I have heard of the Lycan King before, Richard Wilson. He was said to be a powerful King with authority. I felt a shadow blocking my view and I opened my eyes to see him crouching before me. I was a bit startled and moved backward but he held my wrist already.

Blood drained from my face as I allowed his words to settle in. The Lycan King of the North?! Oh, this is definitely karma catching up with me.

He’s been watching since the ceremony. I looked at Rowan. ‘I understand if you want me to leave before he arrives. Whatever political obligation his arrival creates for you. I don’t want you to leave, Rowan said. He is the Lycan King. If he arrives here and finds you have been —’ Harboring you. Something in his voice was almost amused. Harboring is an interesting word for offering a guest a bed and breakfast. I stopped arguing. Not because I had run out of arguments but because I could see that they were not going to work, and I had learned a long time ago not to spend energy on immovable things.

“The Order. I’ll instigate the Oracle Order on her. Once the bond isn’t psychological there, that wretched mark will fade…” I snickered running a hand through my hair, “You’ve gone rusty, old friend. A Lycanblood isn’t under any jurisdiction by law or nature but that of her spouse and King.” “Lycanblood…How could you?!” He muttered, his horror framing his waning composure. His ragged breathing had him glaring at his King with bloodshot eyes. He took long to notice. “I’ll fucking kill you!”

He officially accepted Declan’s condition, and it was there and then they set a schedule for the inauguration of the treaty. The word spread. The announcement of Declan, the Lycan king from the Canine family engulfed the whole continent like a purge. Our pack’s alliance with the Lycans was made known, excluding the part where they had to give something as a present; me. Clad in a white long dress, I walked through the narrow pathway towards the man I was forced to be with. Declac Antonio. The Lycan King. The noxious man, who was said to be the strongest. The leader of all the Lycans.

He looked at me with absolute disgust and hatred and I couldn’t help but feel pain in my chest. Just as I turned to take a proper look at the Lycan King, my heart skipped a million times again. For the very first time, I felt like I couldn't breathe. It didn't seem possible. A million thoughts raced through my mind, but none of them made any sense. How could the stranger I had met and hooked up with for one night at the bar actually be the Lycan King, my stepbrother’s best friend? As the king finally looked into my eyes, it felt like time froze. His intense blue eyes stared back at me, showing he recognized me as he likely realized he had let himself sleep with one of his servants.