Bought By The Ruthless Lycan King Novels & Stories

Lucas’ POV I have held the Lycan king title for so many years. Lycans are widely recognized as the most powerful species. We aim to safeguard the werewolves and uphold equality among all supernatural species. We can heal faster than werewolves. Additionally, a regular Lycan is capable of defeating an alpha. Indeed, we possess great power. We strive to be responsible individuals who are mindful of our actions, ensuring that we do not abuse our power to bully individuals of any species.

The wind rustled softly through the trees. "This is where we sit every night," June said quietly. "The older slaves and some mistresses gather us here and tell stories, strange things they’ve seen. Most of them are about the Lycan King. Like how he cuts off heads in one clean move... like chopping off a fish’s head. And how he drinks the blood of innocent people to gain more power." My stomach turned. What? That’s the same creature I’m mated to? My heart thundered in my chest. I took a shaky breath, barely able to stand still.

"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.

Lycan walked slowly across the cold wooden floorboards, dropping to his knees beside the bed. He was the Wolf King. He commanded a continent of lethal shifters, possessed a treasury that could buy entire nations, and ruled from a fortress of impenetrable stone and iron. If he wanted to, he could wrap Amy in the finest silks in the world, crown her in diamonds, and force the entire inner citadel to their knees before her. But that wasn't what she wanted.

Blood drained from my face as I allowed his words to settle in. The Lycan King of the North?! Oh, this is definitely karma catching up with me.

The instant Leah crossed my mind, a burning void seared through my chest. Her name no longer brought pleasure; it only left behind... relentless pain. This is it, isn't it? I thought to myself. This is how I will spend the rest of my life. Trapped in agony. Lucian noticed me too. He shot me a dark, meaningful glance and continued, "...The Lycan King was a figure of immense strength and unyielding will, a leader who elevated our pack to unprecedented heights of power and prosperity. The kingdom thrived under his rule, but hidden beneath the surface lay dark, unspeakable secrets that now cast a shadow over his legacy..."

The Lycan King pulled his clothes out of My hands and stepped back indifferently, "I just don't want to see someone die at my door. Bad luck." The young king's hair was a tremendous chestnut blond in the sunlight. He had purebred Lycan blood running through him, making him taller and stronger than all regular werewolf Alpha. He was as noble and handsome as he was rumored to be. No wonder all the girls in the pack dreamed of becoming his wife and becoming queen. I would have been the object of envy of all the girls in The Lycan Kingdom, but I did not cherish it. I must now be the object of ridicule of all the girls in the world. Not loving The Lycan King loves a rogue.

I stepped away from her after that, moving toward the far edge of the gathering where fewer people stood. For a while, nothing happened. I simply stood there, watching till all of a sudden, something happened. The noisy hall became very quiet, movements slowed, and people began to turn toward the same direction as if something had drawn their attention all at once. Mine followed without thinking and then I saw him. The Lycan King. Adrian Laurent. Even from where I stood, he was impossible to miss. He stood taller than everyone around him, easily reaching above the rest. His dark brown hair framed his face neatly, and his features were sharp in a way that made it difficult to look away once y

I regarded him coldly. “Who the hell are you?" He cocked his head, obviously amused by ‘whatever I couldn't place my fingers on.’ “I'm Luciano, the Lycan king of Moon pack, and your fated mate!" I had barely processed his words when his arms possessively wrapped around my waist as he lowered his lips to mine. “If you want to be kissed so badly, I should be the right person for that,” he said and before I could reply, he took my lips in a hungry but painful kiss.

His eyes blazed and I saw the determination in them, knowing he was ready to kill. Fuck no. Not under my fucking watch. I was by her side in a flash, grabbing hold of the fucker’s hand before he managed to rip her heart from her chest. It fucking burned like a bitch to touch him. He was fucking powerful, his eyes were blazing with unspeakable fucking power and his aura swirling around us like a fucking tornado. So, this was the man behind everything. "Well, well, well… The Lycan king himself still came to battle even when he’s so weak…" He hissed venomously.