Bound To The Lycan King Novels & Stories

"The entire world has been waiting for the day the Lycan King would find his mate." I paused briefly before turning toward Maria and declaring firmly،"This is the Lycan King's mate... the woman the Moon Goddess bound to me." Whispers and shock erupted immediately among the crowd. And certainly, the sight of her restrained by the Blood Moon Plant was more than enough to fuel their confusion and questions. I raised my hand once again, and silence settled over the summit. I stepped forward until I stood directly before Maria. Then I looked at her with deadly coldness before speaking in a serious voice that everyone heard clearly "I, Alexander Morganth, King of the Lycans..."

Our muzzles touched, and together, we lifted our heads and howled. It was music and magic and meaning. A soul song echoing into the stars. When we shifted back, breathless beneath the moonlight, there was no shame. Only purity. Only bond. I felt it more strongly than ever now. Lucian cupped my cheek. “You are my alpha female now. My Queen. My moon.” “And you,” I whispered, “are the only home I’ll ever need.” The priestess raised her hands to the night sky and announced. “So it is done. The Lycan King is mated and bound.”

Tingles spread over my body, and I turned to putty in his hands. “Mate,” he whispered in my ear. “I will come for you.” My eyes were closed tight, and he disappeared. But I know he will come back for me. He is my mate. Cycle 452. Veyn 6 of the Bloodroot Bloom The Lycan King came for me today. He claimed me as his mate, but my father told him he couldn’t have me. “No Queen of the Two Realms will mate with a Lycan.”

“Go and get them. One of my men will follow you.” I walked away quickly with one of Zion’s guards behind me. When I got close to the side gate, Mira was already there, like she had been waiting. The moment she saw me, her face fell. “Oh child…” she whispered. I ran into her arms and hugged her tightly, the tears I had been holding back all night finally came down. “I’m leaving, Ma Mira. He bought me. The Lycan King just…bought me.”

Just before it closed, his voice reached me again. “Don’t be afraid, missy,” he said. “The Lycan King has already been chained and locked away. He won’t be able to reach you. King Rhydan and King Brammon made sure of that.” At last, I turned to face him and offered a small smile. He nodded once, then slipped out, closing the door quietly behind him. His words eased me, if only a little. Fenric was restrained. He couldn't get to me.

The mating bite on his neck stood openly visible, a deliberate symbol of defiance against the old laws that had sparked this war. Lucien joined him on the tower, his massive frame clad in full black armor etched with silver wolves, the crown of the Lycan King resting heavy on his brow. His golden eyes burned with ruthless determination as he surveyed the approaching threat. The bond between them thrummed strongly, a warm anchor amid the gathering storm, feeding strength from one to the other.

She said. "Leaving? To where?" That brought the lycan prince from whatever sexual pool he was drowning in seconds before. "You will not leave the kingdom unless I command it." The lycan king was struggling to get out of the invisible bond. She scoffed, her eyes mocking. Her green eyes had taken on a darker shade than it was before and they were emotionless and mean. "And how will you do that, hm?" "Get me out of this thing! Istra!" The lycan king bellowed the old wizard's name.

He was still here, he was just unwell. “I should go check on him,” I said softly. “The Lycan King will arrive soon.” Once the Lycan King arrived, every wolf who had chosen their mate would step forward and seal their bond. Silas and I would stand together. At least, that was the plan.

the Lycan King said at once, dragging me along with him. "And my slave," he added when he noticed his second's stare linger on me and the mark around my neck. "You bound her?" he muttered, his eyes immediately settling on the mark. "She belongs to me and wanted to run. She dares not. I'll find her wherever she goes," he muttered. "Is your lycan acting again? Didn't you scent her? She's a werewolf. You can't bind a werewolf. You're the Lycan King."

"I have to infuse a fraction of my blood into your veins. It will generate a dominant resonance in your system, completely destabilizing and masking whatever primitive bloodline test the Council tries to run on you. I cannot stop them from doing their work." I stared at him, blankly. "I’m still lost.” “That's the only way to get you out of this, Princess.” He paused, his gaze dropping to my lips before locking back onto my eyes with a fierce, intense fire. "I don't know what the hell you are doing to me, Princess.” He moved closer, voice lower now. “I am the Lycan King. I should not be risking my crown, nor siding with a potential threat to my academy."