Bloodbound To The Lycan King Novels & Stories

Every movement, every sound, every breath became a vow between us. And as the storm raged beyond our windows, I surrendered completely, knowing that in his arms—even on my knees—I was never small. I was his queen. His grip in my hair tightened, a shudder tearing through him as he spilled his release, surrendering everything to me. The mighty Lycan king, fierce and untamed before the world, unraveled completely. His ragged groan of “Bella…” was not just lust but devotion, a vow carved in flesh and soul.

"And Ryder not having a mate is the cause." "Yes," Orion replied with a small nod. "The Lycan King title isn't just a title held by the strongest alpha. Anyone who takes up the title of the Lycan King is meant to be a tether between the physical world and the spirit world. That tether is strengthened by the presence of a mate and Ryder staying without one is bringing upon the spirit world, it's death.

"When the Lycan blood takes over, the sheer volume of primitive madness is too much for a fragile human mind to contain. The frequency burns the vessel out. Every single Anchor in the history of the head pack has died during the final shift. Their hearts burst. Their veins turn to ash. They die so the King can live." She looks at my glowing wrists, her expression turning to pure disgust. "The fact that you are still breathing, that your mind didn't shatter into a thousand mindless pieces, is a dangerous anomaly. You know the secrets of the royal transition, You have held the King's raw essence. We cannot risk an unguided, living human carrying that kind of leverage. Guards, drag her away!" T

I stood on the balcony, wrapped in Theo's arms, my entire body humming with the newly formed bond between us. My fingers trembled slightly against his chest, but I felt a warmth spreading through me, an expanding heat that wasn't quite confidence – more like inevitability. Two days ago, I'd been simply Emma Maxwell, gamma of the Blood Moon Pack with an Alpha wolf I kept carefully hidden. Now I was mate to the Lycan King, and nothing would ever be the same again.

My eyes widened in shock. I hated that I didn't know what to do. “Lylah!" I called, and her response although it was immediate, it was weak. "Kaia.” "Why isn't he healing? He's a Lycan, his healing is supposed to be faster. What's going on?” I asked her. She sighed, "King is gone…"

So handsome! But then I heard the sound of broken bones, and I instinctively flinched, moving behind Liam. My head poked just above his shoulder so I could see. “Ahhh! How dare you! I’ll kill you!” My heart dropped in fear for the thug. Was he stupid? Didn’t he know the man standing in front of him was the Lycan King? The King ignored him and walked toward the blind girl. My hands clenched at my sides as he leaned toward her, holding her chin, and whispered something to her.

My body shuddered in excitement and another wave of climax wrecked my body. I fell on him limply, wasted and out of breath but that didn’t stop him. Before I could realize what was happening, I could feel my hands being bound. The rope stung in pain and I heard a fizzing sound as it burnt my skin. My eyes widened as I realized what I had been bound with. “They are ropes made from wolfsbane,” the Lycan king said, his voice cold and gentle like before. I gulped hard knowing that I was in for one hell of a night. King Dane made me kneel on the leather backseat with my head lying on the headrest and my hands were tied behind my back.

Before I could realize he was moving, he was already upon me, pushing me to the floor. I screamed and kicked and clawed, but he caged me in easily. He was biting the mound of his thumb, drawing blood. I was still struggling, trying to resist as he pushed my mouth open with two thick fingers. “This is what we Lycans call a blood oath,” King Zavan spoke low and maddeningly calm as he dribbled the blood into my mouth. “If you thought we were bound before as mates, your will is now tethered to mine. You are to do what I ask. Our lives are tied.”

the Lycan King said at once, dragging me along with him. "And my slave," he added when he noticed his second's stare linger on me and the mark around my neck. "You bound her?" he muttered, his eyes immediately settling on the mark. "She belongs to me and wanted to run. She dares not. I'll find her wherever she goes," he muttered. "Is your lycan acting again? Didn't you scent her? She's a werewolf. You can't bind a werewolf. You're the Lycan King."

“It’s calling me.” The crack widened again. Light spilling out from beneath the earth like something had been buried there too long and was finally getting air. My chest tightened sharply. The second heartbeat surged Then Something new. Another rhythm. Faint. But there. My eyes widened. “That’s it…” The Lycan King moved instantly, grabbing my arm. “Don’t go any closer.” I looked at his hand on me. Then back at him. “…I have to.” “No, you don’t.”