Novel & Cerita Bound To The Lycan King

My hand trembled in Theo's grip as we approached the dining room entrance. The noise from inside—clinking cutlery, murmured conversations, occasional laughter—faded to a distant hum beneath the thundering of my own heartbeat. Two days. It had been only two days since I'd met this man, this Lycan King who now claimed me as his mate, and here I stood, about to face a room full of people who would call me their Queen. I felt Theo's thumb trace a gentle circle against my skin, and through our newly formed bond, I sensed Aeson—his inner Lycan—stirring with protective instinct.

My body shuddered in excitement and another wave of climax wrecked my body. I fell on him limply, wasted and out of breath but that didn’t stop him. Before I could realize what was happening, I could feel my hands being bound. The rope stung in pain and I heard a fizzing sound as it burnt my skin. My eyes widened as I realized what I had been bound with. “They are ropes made from wolfsbane,” the Lycan king said, his voice cold and gentle like before. I gulped hard knowing that I was in for one hell of a night. King Dane made me kneel on the leather backseat with my head lying on the headrest and my hands were tied behind my back.

I laughed, "What King?" On hearing my voice her eyes raised to mine. "The Lycan king of course." She replied. "I didn't realise that there were two Lycan Kings. Beta Cenat." I smiled. "In case you don't know, this is the supreme ruler of the entire Lycanthropy, Lycan King Adrian Grey." Cenat said. Her eyes went white in fear, "Forgive me your highness." I grabbed her by the shirt, "I don't mind torturing girls, I can take your life now and no one would question me."

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."

Then his gaze landed on our small group, and something flickered across his features…something I couldn't quite name. He began walking toward us, his movements predatory and graceful. The crowd parted like water, wolves pressing themselves against the walls to give him space. No one spoke. No one even seemed to breathe. As he drew closer, the agitated power inside me surged again, stronger this time. I bit down on my lip hard enough to taste blood, using the pain to anchor myself, to maintain control. *Please. Please hold. Just a little longer.* The Lycan King stopped a few feet away from us, his imposing presence filling the small space. Up close, I could see he was ancient…not in appearanc

The core of everything they'd tried to bury: me, my blood, the bond snapping tight between me and this Lycan King. I wasn't the broken girl in the white robe anymore.

“What's wrong?” “He's hurt.” “You can't know that.” “I can.” I applied pressure to my ribs, where his old wound throbbed. “It's the bond. He's fighting, and has just been hit.” Lirien gazed at me. In the torchlight, her freckles stood out on her pale skin. “Then we wait for him to finish. He's the Lycan King. He's survived battles like this countless times.” “He's never fought with me tied to his heartbeat.”

"When the Lycan blood takes over, the sheer volume of primitive madness is too much for a fragile human mind to contain. The frequency burns the vessel out. Every single Anchor in the history of the head pack has died during the final shift. Their hearts burst. Their veins turn to ash. They die so the King can live." She looks at my glowing wrists, her expression turning to pure disgust. "The fact that you are still breathing, that your mind didn't shatter into a thousand mindless pieces, is a dangerous anomaly. You know the secrets of the royal transition, You have held the King's raw essence. We cannot risk an unguided, living human carrying that kind of leverage. Guards, drag her away!" T

“And here you are again, asking for more help. Every time I help you, it spells trouble. Honestly, there’s nothing you can offer me anymore. I’m sick of your wide pussy.” Lyka’s face burned with humiliation and anger, but she forced herself to stay calm. She walked over to the bed, sat down, and crossed her legs. “What if I told you I have something more valuable than my body? Something that could actually help you.” Ryan raised an eyebrow. “What do you know?” Lyka took a deep breath. “The Lycan King has started investigating the Silver Clan pack. You know… Myra’s mother’s pack. The one you overthrew.”

He stood where I had left him, one hand still half raised, as if he couldn't quite believe it. Then his gaze dropped. At his feet, glinting in the candlelight, lay a thin silver bracelet. Its clasp was snapped clean through. One small charm swung from it, an engraved moon, catching the light. That bracelet— Ten. Eleven. Slowly, the Lycan King bent down and picked it up. He didn't look angry. He looked like a wolf who had just caught a scent. Twelve. The doors slammed behind me.