Bound To The Lycan King Novels & Stories

He’s been watching since the ceremony. I looked at Rowan. ‘I understand if you want me to leave before he arrives. Whatever political obligation his arrival creates for you. I don’t want you to leave, Rowan said. He is the Lycan King. If he arrives here and finds you have been —’ Harboring you. Something in his voice was almost amused. Harboring is an interesting word for offering a guest a bed and breakfast. I stopped arguing. Not because I had run out of arguments but because I could see that they were not going to work, and I had learned a long time ago not to spend energy on immovable things.

The alliance contract, the one that I took years ago and gave to Kaiven. Below it lay another document. One I knew straight away. A marriage contract. My hands began to shake as I read the front page. Lucerian Veyth. The Lycan King. The exact same guy that I was supposed to marry before I left. The same man that I embarrassed in front of everyone. The same man, to whom I had betrayed myself. There was a hush in the room. I raised my gaze to my father. Then my mother. Neither looked away.

But as he violently pounded my pussy from behind, my mind was no longer on the man behind me. I had a new target now. The Lycan King. King Lyall was far more powerful than Kane. The very first time I laid eyes on him in the courtyard, I had been utterly conquered by the raw masculine power radiating from him. The King's cock had to be enormous, and there was no doubt he could fuck for hours. If I ever ended up in his bed, I'd probably lose my mind from the pleasure. But the physical pleasure wasn't even the most crucial part. More importantly, he was Ren’s mate. Anyone Ren liked, I would steal away!

Staring at the results of the female's fight, he turned back to the woman who had closed her eyes. "I wish I had my offspring in your womb right now, darling!" The Lycan King said as he continued to stare at the alpha female who had imprisoned his soul. He was so hopeful that his dream would come true. After giving orders to some of his subordinates, the Lycan King grabbed his lover's body to take back to the castle. However, he had not gone far before someone called out his name. "What is it again?" asked the Lycan King. "What are you going to do with this pack, Sir Edward?"

Sitting at the head of the table was the King and queen next to him and at the other end of the table were Marcelo and his beta. Marcelo’s eyes drifted between me and Kaleb, who was holding my hand now. I tried to remove my hand, but he pulls it back, gripping it too tight that I could feel my knuckles crack. “Shall we begin?” The king gestured for everyone to take their seats. >>> Two hours into the meeting, everyone is arguing about how Lycans are attacking small packs and not having to give them a chance to choose their packs. “I do what I have to do because it is for the best. People need leaders and…” One of the leaders from the south wanted to speak.

Scraping my knee. I didn't say anything. Keeping it all in. " Now that you are all here. I would like to make a declaration." " This girl......" Stepping closer to me, he tugs up the rope, making a searing pain hit my arm sockets. My hands, lock above my head. Our eyes met, and his next words made the first tear literally slide down my cheeks. My stupid heart that learned to beat for this man, shatters. " This second hence, I declare, her as the bondwoman of me, the Lycan King."

At this point, Adriana chimed into the discussion, stating, "The downside is that you will become a member of the Royal Pack, and it means being our subject. How do you feel about that, considering Aurora is your current Queen?" I thought about it and then made my decision. Tyler was my fated mate, and he was the King's Beta. I would go wherever Tyler went, and having Adriana and Daemon as my leaders was okay with me. They were good people. I told them this, and Daemon brought out a little dagger. He asked for my hand, and I gave it to him, allowing him to make a small incision on my palm. He then cut his own palm and brought our palms together. We recited the pledge binding myself to the Ro

There should be a way of putting an end to this. When I meant I would start to take responsibilities as Luca’s mate, I subtly meant that I would do it as humane as possible. Not in a beast mode? “You have no choice, Energia.” “And you?” I asked swiftly. “I’m a Lycan. We choose when we want to shift. Lycans are not bounded to moon. We are the masters of ourselves. A typical Lycan is like a god.” He announced. I could as well sigh at that egomaniac person he was.

It is said that one Lycan can engage six strong werewolves in battle and win against them. They also don't shift like werewolves do. On the contrary, they shift into a bipedal beast. Every year during the blood Moon, the Lycan King visits a pack in search of his mate. It's a belief among us that under the moonlight, new bonds are forged. Mates find each other during that special night. Rumour has it that the Lycan has remained unmated for hundred of years hence earning the title of " mateless king" Some people say that he was cursed with immortality and that only his Mate could undo the curse.

The dawn was just breaking over the Blackstone Pack’s grounds, casting long shadows across the assembled crowd in the courtyard. The elders of the Lycan Council, each draped in ceremonial robes that bore the insignia of their rank, stood alongside King Alaric. The Lycan King’s presence alone cast an aura of solemn authority, his silver gaze steely and unyielding. Kane stood by his father’s side, his own expression unreadable yet tense, his protective stance making it clear that his support lay with Lyra.