Bought By The Ruthless Lycan King の小説・ストーリー

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 said before turning to the window. "I don't know if he saw you or not, but what happened today shouldn't be repeated. Lycan King won’t think twice to dismember you if he ever found out you are the reason for her pain and suffering. Lycans are very possessive of people they consider their own,” She paused before taking a deep breath.

"Will be disposed of." The room fell silent at that. I swallowed hard. "He'll choose all of us," one of the other girls said finally, defiant. "Why send so many of us otherwise?" The blonde girl looked away, shaking her head. "You don't understand. This is the Lycan King we're talking about. He's a beast, an animal. He only wants what he can use, and he doesn't want to use any of us for long." I shivered, feeling a chill that had nothing to do with the cold.

"And now, I'm here to claim my queen." Lucas glared at Alexander, his muscles tensed and ready for a fight. "I won't stand by and let you take her against her wish," he growled. Alexander chuckled darkly, his eyes flashing with anger. "You have no idea what you're getting yourself into, pup," he said, his voice dripping with contempt. "I am the king of the Lycans, and I will have no problem tearing you and your little pack apart if you continue to defy me."

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!"

Oh no. My worst fears became a reality when my father led me directly to where the Lycan King stood with a group of his advisors. My blood turned cold with every step we took closer to them. The king was a tall, muscular man with piercing eyes and a cruel smile that sent shivers down my spine. Lycans were ruthless and cruel, and Alpha Xander was no different. He had no love or compassion for anyone, and he ruled with an iron fist. People didn’t like talking about him, as they made bringing him up be almost like blasphemy.

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.

The symbols blazed—gold and silver, brighter than the torches, brighter than the fires. "You are not welcome here," I said. "Leave Blackwood territory. Take your army back to the mountains. Go back to the darkness. Or die." The king laughed. It was a hollow sound, empty of warmth, bouncing off the walls of the pavilion. "You cannot kill me," he said. "I am the first Lycan king. I was born from the shadow before the first wolf learned to walk. I am the hunger that never ends. I am the darkness that existed before your bloodline, before the packs, before the world knew light."

​But then, his gaze cut through the shadows and landed directly on me. ​For the first time in what felt like an eternity, the ruthless Lycan King stopped dead in his tracks. ​The cold crimson in his eyes suddenly flared into a predatory, glowing gold. The sheer intensity of his stare locked onto me, pinning me to the spot. Deep within the shadows of his chest, I heard it—a low, feral roar that vibrated through the floorboards, shaking the very foundations of my soul. ​And in the silence of my mind, a single, possessive word echoed with terrifying absolute certainty: