Bought By The Ruthless Lycan King Novels & Stories

His hands began to shuffle in his closet, pulling out a white tank top. “I'm not scared of you.” I whispered. “You should be. The things I want to do to you Odessa, they are not…No one should ever hear of them, not even you. So be afraid Princess, because the day you finally become mine, I'll kill anyone who tries to take you away from me. Even if that person is my son.” This time, when he turned to look at me, most of his eyes had turned red. It's the Lycan King that's speaking.

a short but muscular brown-haired guard suddenly ran over breathing hurriedly. "What is it?" the king inquired. "The Lycan king..." "What did he come with this time?" the king asked with disinterest clearly spelt on his face. Over the past few days, the Lycan king had been relentlessly sending gifts to the imperial palace. Even though King Benson never accepted it, Kyle Norman refused to give up. "He came with five lions and in their midst is a young woman who was forced to hold a big sign that read, "All wiz bloods are wimps,"

I echoed in disbelief, earning a glare from him. “I thought you rejected her," I reminded him, just in case he had forgotten. "And who the hell are you to speak?" He asked, hatred boldly visible in his eyes, for me, but I couldn't care less. “Nita's second chance mate, and the Lycan King, of the greatest Crystal light pack," A voice replied, and we all turned to know who it was.

Both guards fell silent as several males, dressed in all black, came out of the palace, each carrying large, heavy-looking bags. Bags that smelled of wolf’s blood. A wave of nausea rolled through me. The stories about the Lycan King weren’t just rumors – he really was a murderous lunatic. I wanted to curl up in a ball and cry. I wanted to run back to the car and beg the driver to take me back home to my family and my husband. Even Ash was spooked; I felt her tail curl up between her legs. I wish we’d never stepped into that room! I wailed to her.

“Let me introduce you to King Alaric Anjou the Third. The King of all humans, werewolves, and magical creatures alike.” I nodded slowly, tracing the lines of the drawing. He looked so much like Lucien it made my skin crawl. “So he’s of French stock, too?” I asked, trying to keep my voice casual while admiring the picture. “Is that all you have to say?” Vivienne asked, her tone dripping with disappointment. “What did you want me to say?” I shot back. “I don't know—show that you're impressed! I just found out that the entity inside of you slept with the Lycan King himself. I cracked the code, Seraphina!” She threw her hands up in the air as if she had just won a marathon.

The heavy wooden door bursts open with a violent bang, splintering against the stone wall. I jump, spinning around as the Lycan King storms into the room. The moment the old king's eyes land on the dead girl on the floor, his face contorts with feral rage. Thick claws sprout from his fingertips. His muscles swell as his wolf pushes to the surface. He raises his hand, ready to slice his own son to ribbons. "Think of another memory, fast!" I scream in panic. Darwin does not move. He just looks at me one last time, closes his eyes, and breathes out.

Whatever waited beyond the southern borders, whatever new challenge eventually arrived to test everything we'd built together, I understood, standing there in the warm glow of a hard-won peace, that we'd face it exactly the way we'd faced everything since that very first night. Chosen. Together. However many times, however many crises, however many old grievances and ancient threats and scattered bloodlines still waited beyond the borders we understood. I hadn't broken, that first night in the Great Hall. I'd found, instead, exactly the life worth building — one choice, renewed daily, at a time. END OF BOOK ONE (The Lycan King's story continues in Book Two: Kingdom of the Southern Fires)

His body fell on top of me and little gurgles came out of his mouth. “Fucking pig,” I grunted as I wiped my eyes and mouth with my non-bloodied hand. My skin covered in goosebumps and my hair stood at attention when a cough interrupted my thoughts. I tilted my head back as far as I could and spotted about 6 men all dressed in black with small spatters of blood here and there. Their scents hit my nose and I knew.. they’re not from my kingdom. My eyes met with the one in the middle. The aura screamed powerful and I just knew I was staring at the Lycan king, Viktor. Butterflies filled my stomach and.. at the same time I wanted to run and hide.. or even attack him. -Take that as you will.-

Even by just holding him like this, with his manhood still in his pants, I can’t even begin to imagine how big he really was. It was both an arousing and nerve-wracking thought. Hunter hissed out another curse as I tightened my grip on his hard cock and I enjoyed knowing that I made him do that. I made him lose almost all of his inhibition with just a touch. Me? The girl who had always been a nobody wherever I went had made King Hunter Beowulf, the Lycan King of the European Kingdom, feel so much pleasure he could barely contain himself. “Hold on, baby girl.” Hunter grunted as his eyes shot back open and I saw the hungry look in his eyes, like the king of the jungle finding its prey and desp

BUt she could clearly see Rakhbar was proud of their new King because of his ability to shift into a fearsome Lycan as not many lycans could shift these days so his people were ready to cater to his vulgar desires. Just imagining it was horrible. Laylin breathed out, as her legs almost gave out. The King was probably the age of her father, she didn't want to imagine the monster she will face. She bit her lips. She had never wanted to marry this wretched King but she knew a wretched man wouldn't let her get away. He was a lycan and she had heard Lycan women bleed on his bed, what if kills her after molesting her? Her father will have what he wanted and Rakhbar won't shed a tear for her. No on