Bound To The Lycan King Novels & Stories

I said sourly. "Not entirely, Val. Don't be that disappointed," Amelia chided. "Lycans are wonderful creatures, Val. Our history is far back and ancestral lineage is dynamic. So, whoever put a spellbound on you must be a very powerful Lycan. And there are only two I know who do that now." I took a step forward, closing the gap between us. "Who are they?" She looked me in the eyes and said, "One is the Lycan King."

I feel shivers in my spine at the danger of it all I step keep moving until I am very sure he is around and there he is. King Alonso, ruler of the Alistair Lycan Kingdom, my best friend since childhood. But it is not really him anymore. The beast that stands before me is twice the size of a normal Lycan- just as a Lycan king should be.

This life, when the King summoned him, he ignored it entirely. If he loved Yara so much, why did he mate with me in the first place?! Fury surged through my chest, and I spat out another mouthful of blood. The Pack Healer trembled under the Lycan King's deadly gaze. "My King, her heart rate is dropping dangerously fast! If her mate isn't here to ground her, she really won't make it!" The Lycan King glanced at me, suppressing his own rage. He ripped the royal seal from his belt and threw it at the guard.

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.

Both guards fell silent as several males, dressed in all black, came out of the palace, each carrying large, heavy-looking bags. Bags that smelled of wolf’s blood. A wave of nausea rolled through me. The stories about the Lycan King weren’t just rumors – he really was a murderous lunatic. I wanted to curl up in a ball and cry. I wanted to run back to the car and beg the driver to take me back home to my family and my husband. Even Ash was spooked; I felt her tail curl up between her legs. I wish we’d never stepped into that room! I wailed to her.

"She carries no mark, because she broke that pathetic bond with her own hands. She belongs to the Crown now. I am her shield. If any pack crosses my border to claim her, I will view it as a direct act of war against the Lycan throne." The silence in the grand hall was absolute. Nobody dared to breathe. My father looked completely paralyzed by his own weakness, and Jaxon's representative collapsed back onto the bench, his face pale with pure terror. The Lycan King had just rewritten the political landscape of the entire eastern wild with a single sentence.

He took the empty stool beside me. For some reason, talking to him felt easy. Natural. We exchanged jokes. Traded sarcastic remarks. And for the first time all night, I found myself genuinely smiling. The stranger eventually lifted his glass. "Darius." I blinked. "Darius?" "Darius Draven." The name hit me immediately. My eyes widened. Everyone knew that name. The Lycan King. The most powerful Lycan alive. Darius seemed to notice my surprise. "That look never gets old."

I look at my hand and I am holding a dead wizard. “Bruce, we need Adam back, bud,” Joshua looks at me. “Bruce,” Lucas looks at me. “Come on man, give Adam control.” “I need to see my king,” I drop the wizard. I am a loyal Lycan of Royal Blood. My allegiance to my King is absolute. Above all, even to Adam. I kneel next to my King. “Oh, great Caesar, I come to pay tribute.” I can feel my King in there. He has been restless all day. Something about my mate has him stirring.

“The Order. I’ll instigate the Oracle Order on her. Once the bond isn’t psychological there, that wretched mark will fade…” I snickered running a hand through my hair, “You’ve gone rusty, old friend. A Lycanblood isn’t under any jurisdiction by law or nature but that of her spouse and King.” “Lycanblood…How could you?!” He muttered, his horror framing his waning composure. His ragged breathing had him glaring at his King with bloodshot eyes. He took long to notice. “I’ll fucking kill you!”

King Brennus pointed out. I scowled, thinking back to something that had been mentioned. “The Moon Goddess must’ve given it to him.” “You’re saying she’s in on this?” King Hayes asked. “Think about it. King Aragon mentioned that she’s the one who gifts us our Lycans and binds us to them. Carlton isn’t bound to his because he’s a turned Lycan. We’ve all seen Brantley’s Lycan. Does he look like someone who isn’t bound to their Lycan?” I questioned.