Bought By The Ruthless Lycan King Novels & Stories

The others staggered back, fear flickering in their eyes. The Lycan King didn't wait for them to run—he was out for blood. With a deafening roar, he lunged forward, grabbing one rogue by the throat and slamming him into the ground with bone-crushing force. The rogue coughed up blood, his body twitching before going still.

He took the empty stool beside me. For some reason, talking to him felt easy. Natural. We exchanged jokes. Traded sarcastic remarks. And for the first time all night, I found myself genuinely smiling. The stranger eventually lifted his glass. "Darius." I blinked. "Darius?" "Darius Draven." The name hit me immediately. My eyes widened. Everyone knew that name. The Lycan King. The most powerful Lycan alive. Darius seemed to notice my surprise. "That look never gets old."

Dylan clenched out as he glared at the king, he moved past his soldiers and stood right in front of the Lycan king, "I am here to take her, with or without your permission" "Alpha of the Blood Moon pack, I can now confirm your bravery and audacious attitude" the Lycan king replied, and before I could blink, Dylan lunged at him and dwelt him a few blows "Dylan, stop it" I yelled, afraid that this might start a war and he would ruin the alliance that I was trying to build with the Lycans The Lycan king's men bared their teeth and advanced but stood when the Lycan king waved them off

“An Alpha cannot mistake his Luna’s scent. It clings to you. How is this possible… if you claim she has never been here in your pack?” The king’s eyes glowed faintly red, a dangerous sign of the beast beneath his skin clawing to break free. His Beta and Gamma rushed to his side, prepared to strike if the situation escalated. Across from them, Aldrake’s warriors stumbled back, their instincts screaming to flee, yet bound by loyalty to stand their ground. The Lycan King’s voice thundered like a storm. “If you value your life, do not press a battle you cannot win. To accuse me—the one who reigns above all—shows either madness… or a d*ath wish.”

I look at my hand and I am holding a dead wizard. “Bruce, we need Adam back, bud,” Joshua looks at me. “Bruce,” Lucas looks at me. “Come on man, give Adam control.” “I need to see my king,” I drop the wizard. I am a loyal Lycan of Royal Blood. My allegiance to my King is absolute. Above all, even to Adam. I kneel next to my King. “Oh, great Caesar, I come to pay tribute.” I can feel my King in there. He has been restless all day. Something about my mate has him stirring.

she said firmly. The old lady ignored Brinsle at first. “Lucinda’s orders,” Brinsle said. “No one is to touch him before he’s branded. And even then, he’ll be given to the virgins first.” The woman stopped at that. Her eyes were fixed on the floor. “The virgins?” she said, her voice sad. “Yes,” Brinsle replied. “He’s the Lycan King. His seed is powerful. We can’t waste it on old, dried up wombs.”

“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.

The gavel came down. Belcalis stepped off the stage before the handler could reach her. She walked through the side curtain with her chin up and her steps steady and her heart doing something violent inside her ribs that she absolutely refused to acknowledge. Behind the curtain she heard two men talking — low, urgent. "Does he know what he just did?" "He always knows." "But she's just a girl. She has no idea who he is." "She will." Belcalis went still. "The Lycan King hasn't bought a companion in forty-three years. So why now?"

Under the bright light of the full moon, I could see her fragile body trembling, her knees buckling as the massive drainage of her blood magic finally took its ultimate toll. ​The dark crimson staining her dress, her split lip, the purple bruises marking her delicate jaw—it broke something fundamental inside me. I was the Lycan King. I was supposed to be the apex predator, the protector. Yet, she had carved open her own wrists just to keep me safe from Vance's liquid silver poison. ​Before her human frame could hit the freezing snow for a second time, my instincts took over. I blurred forward with supernatural speed, kicking up a cloud of white frost as I closed the distance between us in le

She paused. "He is going to be the most powerful Lycan and there's nothing we would be able to do anything about it" No bastard was going to mate with Nadine and be a narcissistic self-deserving Lycan. I grunted, "Let's get to work then!"