Bound To The Lycan King Novels & Stories

“Let me introduce you to King Alaric Anjou the Third. The King of all humans, werewolves, and magical creatures alike.” I nodded slowly, tracing the lines of the drawing. He looked so much like Lucien it made my skin crawl. “So he’s of French stock, too?” I asked, trying to keep my voice casual while admiring the picture. “Is that all you have to say?” Vivienne asked, her tone dripping with disappointment. “What did you want me to say?” I shot back. “I don't know—show that you're impressed! I just found out that the entity inside of you slept with the Lycan King himself. I cracked the code, Seraphina!” She threw her hands up in the air as if she had just won a marathon.

"Tomorrow, the game gets interesting. Vance won't know what hit him when I tear him apart, and you... you’ll watch it all from my side. You’re mine. Now and forever." ​I kissed her forehead, watching the symbol on the floor dim. The ancient blood had awakened, and I would ensure she could never escape its influence—or mine. ​I was the Lycan King. And she was mine. Forever.

Crossing the room, she pressed her fingertips to the frosted window and stared out at the snow-covered courtyard far below. Down in the courtyard, Julian stood fully armored. His dark cloak snapped in the biting northern wind as he barked orders to his unit commanders with ruthless efficiency. To anyone else, he was simply the unyielding Lycan King at work. "The Coven planned this," Lyra murmured, watching the sharp line of his shoulders. "They knew they couldn't beat Julian in battle, so they tore apart the only thing that made him vulnerable," she said. "Can you break the curse?" Leo asked, tilting his head up. His big violet eyes were wide with a heartbreaking mixture of fear and hope.

I ordered her out in the coldest voice I had, because if she had stayed one more second, she would have seen exactly what she'd done to me. The Lycan King had just run from a girl who weighed less than his sword. I turned on the tap and scrubbed the hand that had held her. I counted to thirty, like I always did. Then I stopped and stared at it. I didn't want to wash it off. That scared me more than any army ever had.

She finished as she pointed out the force of my grip, I had almost forgotten that I was holding her so tight so I released my grip a little. She is not going to help me, how am I supposed to reach the Lycan king? Someone so powerful without getting hurt, I seek his face, and maybe he sensed it, I don't know how possible that is but just a few seconds after, he was already looking at me, my heart pleaded, I was scared, and I didn't want this whole charade to go on, I wanted to see inside my heart, I wanted him to stop. But would he listen to a slave like me, someone who is seen as unworthy of his attention? And maybe it worked because his next course of action was to take the men off their my

he chuckles. “Why are the lycans keeping me here?” you ask as if you don’t know the answer already. “My guess is for one of the lycan royal brothers. After they kill the rogue mafia king, they will probably use a shaman spell to bind you to the next in line since the king already has a wife,” the vampire king says, a bit more serious. “I can't let them kill my fated mate,” you say, standing up. “Sit down,” he compels you, and obediently against your will, you took a seat.

A lot of destruction has already been caused and they don't want to cause it further. Lycan King taps his shoes on the floor, waiting for his mate to step down and bring her to his house so he can finally claim her. He could have done the same thing back at his house in the afternoon, but he didn't because he wanted to take her with him in front of her parents to show her that she now has no one to look to except him and that now she has no nowhere to run.

"First is having their King killed by a werewolf. Second is a werewolf being their King. And now you give them hope but take it away by demanding the oath of fealty.” I glared at him. "You have no say in the matter. Tread carefully, Rhazien." "You were never going to make him the King, were you?" "No," I said honestly. "You gave your word," Rhazien looked at Ava. I didn't like him dragging her into this. Before I could say anything, she spoke. "What do I know? I have been a Luna for all of two weeks. Nikolai knows best about all of these things." She shrugged, still going on with our little charade. "He made a decision and I stand by him."

Evelyn asserted. "Now that everything's over, what's next?" Levi inquired. "We go home and have a drink," Sebastian suggested, a big smile on his face. • • • • • • • • • • • • • Six months had passed since the intense battles that reshaped the dynamics of the Lycan wirld. Levi, despite the opportunity to ascend as the alpha, relinquished the position, entrusting the rule to Sebastian, who now stood at the helm with Mia as his mate. The decision was not merely a strategic move but a profound acknowledgment of trust and camaraderie forged through trials.

Chapter One Hundred and Fifty Four Alexander’s POV Lycan King Alexander stood tall upon a rocky cliff, his fierce gaze sweeping across the vast expanse of his kingdom. The moonlight cascaded over his ebony fur, casting an ethereal glow on his regal figure. His golden eyes, sharp and determined, conveyed the weight of his responsibilities as the ruler of the Lycan pack. "Men," he bellowed, his voice echoing through the night. "We embark on a mission of utmost importance tonight. Zara's parents have vanished under mysterious circumstances when we conquered their pack. It is our duty to find them and bring them home safely."