Novel & Cerita Bought By The Ruthless Lycan King

he said sarcastically. I looked at him, a little surprised. I didn’t expect this stranger to speak up for me. "Nina, right?" He held his hand out. "And who are you?" I asked, eyeing him warily. "Logan Savage." "The Logan? The Alpha of the Moonblade pack?" I looked at him in disbelief. “Yes,” He said, chuckling. Oh, god!! Is he the Lycan? I had heard that the Alpha of the Moonblade pack was different from other Alphas. He was a Lycan, a stronger and older race.

I laughed, "What King?" On hearing my voice her eyes raised to mine. "The Lycan king of course." She replied. "I didn't realise that there were two Lycan Kings. Beta Cenat." I smiled. "In case you don't know, this is the supreme ruler of the entire Lycanthropy, Lycan King Adrian Grey." Cenat said. Her eyes went white in fear, "Forgive me your highness." I grabbed her by the shirt, "I don't mind torturing girls, I can take your life now and no one would question me."

The sound of my name in his voice—so low, so cold, so full of fury—cut deeper than any blade. “You picked the wrong day to crown yourself king.” That was all he said. But it was enough. Behind him, the crowd stirred. No longer frozen. No longer afraid. Their Alpha—no, their Lycan King—was back. And in that single moment, for the first time in a very, very long time… I felt it. I felt fear. The real kind. The kind you can’t shake. Because I knew exactly what Xavier was capable of. And I knew he wasn’t going to show mercy.

Others were just some more pieces of trash. This is lovely to be honest!! "You're the king?..... I'm sorry your highness for not acknowledging your presence." He said in a voice filled with fake reverence. "You didn't have to acknowledge my presence because you don't know me personally and perhaps your treacherous activities also blinded your eyes to the royal mark on my arm. Let's let that slide anyways. I've been getting some eerie reports about you going about packs in this lycanthropy abducting people. " The lycan king questioned and I just stared on as I approached them slowly so I could hear everything in details.

I needed to spread my wings and fly, especially with the Lycan King here. "Very well," I conceded, offering him a wry smile. "You choose to be on the other side of history. You choose to forfeit me." I pulled my hand away from him, hiding the smirk threatening to tear out of my mouth as I watched his eyes darken in horror. "No," He practically yelled, holding my hands in place. "If you want her dead so much, I'll do it. I'll do anything for you." "You will?" "Of course," he told me. "I would do anything for you."

I said, trying to stop her, but she didn't stop. “Oh, no, I have to. We can't have your environment this way. Look at baby powder everywhere. It makes the room and Aiden smell nice, but doesn't look good on the floor.” She said, vacuuming it up. “We waited for you to show up all day, but you didn't.” “I'm sorry, I got delayed, but there's good news.” “Good news?” I asked, with an expectant smile. “We have successfully bought off all the assets of the haughty Lycan King.” She announced proudly, and my eyes lit up.

Aelindra shouted, her voice sharp. Drevon seized his blade, blood dripping from his wounded arm. He approached the fallen king, his heart pounding. The king glared up at him, his glowing eyes filled with defiance even in his final moments. “You will never break the Lycans,” the king said, his voice a low growl. “Our spirit cannot be extinguished.” Drevon hesitated for the briefest of moments, then drove his blade into the king’s chest. The Lycan let out a final, ear-splitting roar, the sound filled with pain and fury. His massive body shuddered, then fell still.

He wore a long black coat, the edges of which brushed the ground like shadows following his every move. He wasn’t just anyone—he was the Lycan King, a ruler feared across multiple packs. “I heard about the girl who shattered nine iron doors with nothing but her power,” the Lycan King said, his voice low and commanding. “I came to see this girl for myself.” My stomach churned. So this was why they hadn’t executed me yet. They wanted to sell me to him. But what they didn’t know was that I was no longer the powerful girl they believed me to be.

She said and the King gave a slight nod. She was pulling at the collar, it was too tight. She couldn't draw a normal breath. The King leaned closer and she stiffened, he loosened her collar a little before securing the digital lock back and then he relaxed back on his seat. She was clutching the coat in her fists. "Can I ask you a question?" She asked and King gave her a nod. Due to some absurd reason he seemed to be a lot amused by her. "Why did you buy me?" She asked. It still felt unbelievable that she was talking to a King who was none other than a Lycan who was rumored to be the most vicious and ruthless creature.

“You hide her away like a weakness. That alone proves she is dangerous.” “She is protected,” Ares replied, eyes glowing faintly gold. “By me.” Another king stepped forward… taller… older… eyes sharp with calculation. “You refuse a mate for centuries,” King Rhydian said coolly. “Then suddenly claim the rarest bloodline in existence. The packs will not accept it without challenge.” Ares tilted his head slowly. “Then they will burn.” The hall shook. Power rolled off him, violent and feral, Lycan rage barely contained beneath skin stretched too tight.