Novel & Cerita Bought By The Ruthless Lycan King

I half-yelled and cupped my mouth before realizing this beast can still rip me into pieces. He took out his large claws and sliced through my arm. I winced in pain. A throbbing pain shot through my arm. “The lycan king never makes mistakes!”

They looked like ordinary hands, pale and small and trembling. "I do not feel like a witch." "Your powers are suppressed. They will return in time." He leaned back in the chair. "The ones who hunted your people were the ancestors of the Lycan King. His family has held the throne for centuries. They are responsible for the death of your people." "Lycan King?" "A tyrant. He rules the seven realms with fear and violence. He turns into a horrendous beast on full moon nights and kills everything in his path. He wants you dead because you are the only one who can break his power."

Then, ignoring my stiff, fearful posture, he slipped one massive arm under my knees and the other around my back. He lifted me effortlessly. I gasped, stiffening my spine, terrified of his brutal strength. But the moment my body pressed against his broad chest, the mating bond surged. The warmth radiating off him was a drug. My treacherous muscles melted. I instinctively buried my face into the crook of his neck, inhaling the rich scent of cedar. My baby suddenly stopped crying, lulled by the deep, rhythmic beat of the King's heart. "Keep the gold, dead man," the Lycan King growled over his shoulder, "Consider it payment for your miserable life. For now."

A lot of destruction has already been caused and they don't want to cause it further. Lycan King taps his shoes on the floor, waiting for his mate to step down and bring her to his house so he can finally claim her. He could have done the same thing back at his house in the afternoon, but he didn't because he wanted to take her with him in front of her parents to show her that she now has no one to look to except him and that now she has no nowhere to run.

Lycan King Logan had summoned me to his pack, and I had no choice but to obey. His summons weren’t invitations. They were commands, and refusing him wasn’t an option. Not if I wanted to keep my head attached to my shoulders. I never expected this deal going sideways. Some Alphas I had invited for the alliances didn't accept it because they were scared of the wrath of the Lycan King.

Ryan looks down at Lester's broken body, before frowning back over at us. "Wasn't you locked away, how did you get out?" Max asks Ryan with a frown. "We broke him out and we're talking about the lycan king," I say answering both of their questions. "The what?" Ryan asks as a look of confusion cross face. "The Lycan king, the son of the first lycan," I say. "What's a Lycan?" Ryan asks, still looking confused. I look at him for a moment seeing that he really doesn't know who I'm talking about.

So each time there's a Lycan shift in the kingdom, they are burnt to death with magic or if they are lucky enough, they are dumped near the forest of doom. The brutality against Lycans is what I want to stop. No pup deserves being shunned just because his beast doesn't stand on four paws or looks like a giant dog. "You're getting rather close to the Princess. Are you sure you can kill her father?" Marcus remarks, bringing me back to the present. I frown at his words and shoot him a glare. "Why wouldn't I kill him? It has always been the plan." I catch Lyson coming from the other side of the forest that leads to the forest of doom, shirtless. Was he out there training on his own?

My heart impossibly shattered even more, making me stagger back as a stray tear rolled down my shocked cheeks. He hummed and waved his hands, immediately dismissing me while knowing very well that I wasn't okay with the arrangement but since when did Sullivan ever care about my opinion? I quietly returned to my room, all the while recalling every rumor I had ever heard about the Lycan king. His name was believed to be Hunter Tiberius Williams and he was cruelty in human form.

Another covered his ears. I could not look away. The creature slowly turned its head. Its eyes found me. My body refused to move. It stared at me as though it already knew who I was. Then it took one step toward me. Kael moved before anyone else. He placed himself between us. "If you want her," he said without looking back at me, "you'll have to come through me." One of the hunters laughed. "You still don't understand, Lycan King." Kael didn't answer.

Chapter One Hundred and Fifty Four Alexander’s POV Lycan King Alexander stood tall upon a rocky cliff, his fierce gaze sweeping across the vast expanse of his kingdom. The moonlight cascaded over his ebony fur, casting an ethereal glow on his regal figure. His golden eyes, sharp and determined, conveyed the weight of his responsibilities as the ruler of the Lycan pack. "Men," he bellowed, his voice echoing through the night. "We embark on a mission of utmost importance tonight. Zara's parents have vanished under mysterious circumstances when we conquered their pack. It is our duty to find them and bring them home safely."