Bought By The Ruthless Lycan King Novels & Stories

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.

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."

​Kael will betray you. ​I slowly turned my head to look at him. ​The Lycan King stood less than an arm's length away, heavy broadsword gripped in his hand, his black fur-lined cloak snapping violently in the icy gales. Cold. Powerful. Merciless. ​A born ruler. ​And kings always chose power in the end. Didn't they? ​The massive black beast down in the snow watched me with glowing, ancient silver eyes. "You heard her, didn't you?"

he started, voice breaking, hot with anger, and protectiveness. Jesse’s gaze cut him off. “Both of you…. Bow down.” Immediately… both of them dropped, trembling, and shaking. I could hear their hearts pounding in my ears. And then… He snapped his fingers. And his violet eyes immediately became pure silver. Those eyes! This color of eyes only… Only belonged to the Lycan King. I froze. My mouth went dry. Ryan and Aria shook violently. “You! Y-Your… Majesty…” they stammered.

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.

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 had to act quickly. "Try and find out from your brother how he got to meet this... wretched thing," the old man muttered as he shuddered. "We need to get to the root of the matter. A Lycan King being mated to an Omega is one that has never been heard of--"

Her fist clenched, and she was unaware she drew blood. The Lycan King stared at me with boredom. “Satisfied?” “You are using her.” “Like how I am using you. You are nothing but a tool. All of you are.” “Don’t ask her to do your dirty deeds.” “Will you do the deed for me?” the Lycan King retorted. “Did you transform your other servants into assassins?” King Elio smirked. “Why not? After all, I bought them. What’s the point of buying them if they will not serve their purpose?”

He replied, continuing to walk. “Is King Marcelo going to be gracing us with his presence this year?” Jason asked the king. “Well. We are not certain. He never responded to the letter,” the King replied. The Lycan King? Did they invite him? The cold-blooded killer was invited to the convention? I wondered, following behind. If at all the Lycan will be here, I made a note to make sure that I avoid them at all costs. They were ruthless and dominant.