Bound To The Lycan King Novels & Stories

she said firmly. The old lady ignored Brinsle at first. “Lucinda’s orders,” Brinsle said. “No one is to touch him before he’s branded. And even then, he’ll be given to the virgins first.” The woman stopped at that. Her eyes were fixed on the floor. “The virgins?” she said, her voice sad. “Yes,” Brinsle replied. “He’s the Lycan King. His seed is powerful. We can’t waste it on old, dried up wombs.”

"The doctor mentioned earlier that you have a weak constitution. Getting rid of the pregnancy could kill you." "I won't kill my babies," I whispered, hands protectively over my stomach. "But if you stay here..." Freya glanced around nervously. "Lucas and Mitchell won't let this threaten their position. You know how ruthless they can be." "The Lycan King is your only hope now. He needs to know what his son has done." My heart pounded as I made my way to the king's study, I pretended like I was coming to clean the kings study. The guards barely glanced at me.

But now, he was acting like a saint. “Alpha," one of my warriors called through the mindlink, the urgency in his voice jerking me out of my thoughts and back to the present. “What is it?" I snapped. “The Lycan King is around." He announced and my face scrunched up in confusion, as I pulled myself up from the desk. “What? Why?” I asked, already moving towards the door and Derek followed behind knowing better than to ask any questions. “Where's he right now?"

“Your Majesty, you are a guest here. A honoured one, but still a guest. Red Moon matters must be handled with care.” Caleb took one step forward, and the air changed. The lamps along the wall flickered. “I am also the Lycan King,” he said. “And I will say this once where every listening ear can carry it properly. If another wolf touches Alexander Grey, traps him, harms him, or uses rank to corner him, I will treat it as an attack on me.” A sharp breath passed through the wolves watching from nearby corners. Rowan’s face did not change, but Alexander saw his fingers tighten around the edge of his robe.

“It’s calling me.” The crack widened again. Light spilling out from beneath the earth like something had been buried there too long and was finally getting air. My chest tightened sharply. The second heartbeat surged Then Something new. Another rhythm. Faint. But there. My eyes widened. “That’s it…” The Lycan King moved instantly, grabbing my arm. “Don’t go any closer.” I looked at his hand on me. Then back at him. “…I have to.” “No, you don’t.”

“You are the woman who put a blade to my throat and made me yield. That is why I am afraid.” He opened the book. The page was not paper. It was scraped hide written in a script that moved if you stared too long. Old Russian under something older. My inner wolf went still. Vaelin’s voice changed when he read it, deeper, the words catching on his teeth. I followed with my finger. Heat climbed my arm as if the ink were fever. “This is how they bound the first Lycan kings,” he said. “Blood given. Blood taken. A name spoken into snow.”

He was currently running like the wind across the center line, twisting his torso and expertly evading two black-banded pursuers as he carried a crisp white flag tightly in his grip. Suddenly, a strange warmth bloomed at the back of my neck. The mate bond must be a palpable, living thing, because I suddenly had this powerful, nagging feeling to look in a specific direction across the clearing. I turned my head and my heart skipped a beat. The Lycan King was sitting right there. He was watching the recruit games like he didn't have a million other important matters to attend to. He wasn't wearing his heavy hooded cloak today for a change, and the cool autumn wind was blowing his white hair me

As the darkness of his gaze swallowed me whole, I realized that the girl who was rejected by the pack was about to become the woman who rules them all. Liam didn't just throw away a mutt; he threw away a queen. The Lycan King’s grip tightened, his eyes flashing with a possessive hunger that told me he was never letting go. "Mine," he whispered. And for the first time in twenty-one years, I believed it.

He licked the tiny drop of blood from the fresh, golden glowing mark on my neck, his hot breath lingering against my skin. He didn't let go of my waist. He kept me pinned securely against his broad chest, his bright golden eyes scanning my stunned face. I stared up at him, gasping for air, my hand rising to touch the throbbing, warm mark on my neck. I was no longer just a discarded kitchen maid. The royal bond was forged. I am officially bound to the Lycan King, I am the Luna of Volca-Crest .

They were feral and fed off of people, wolves and other Lycans. Racing forwards. I see her arms stretched out across the ground, half hidden by a thick bush. Something drags her into the bush. She makes no sound. Jumping on it, I land on top of a Rogue Lycan. It’s dark yellow eyes glowing at me in the darkness. “She is mine!” I growl “I found her” He snaps back. “Bow, you fucking idiot. I am your King!” The Rogue glances at me and then to Lilah. He starts laughing. “She is a wolf. What kind of Lycan King is mated to a wolf?”