Chosen By The Lycan King Novels & Stories

, he murmured darkly, "I will burn every place that hides you." She froze,The promise sounded real and Terrifyingly , Kael straightened and faced the room once more. She will leave tonight Her father nodded immediately like a coward that is desperate to survive. Yes, Your Majesty Ariana looked at him in disbelief . "Do you know how fortunate you are? That The Lycan King himself chose you." No he didn't He sacrificed her Just like always. Pain gathered in her throat but she refused to cry in front of them while Kael watched her silently, his sharp silver eyes noticing everything.

I let her go and step away, giving her the distance she needs. “You don’t have to worry about Kahn,” she says. “Yes, I do.” “No. Really. Let’s just say… I’m not his cup of tea.” “You’re everyone’s cup of tea. You are a Lycan queen. A gorgeous queen at that.” She blushes all the way to her roots. “Yes, but Lycan kings are more his speed. He’s gay.” “Ah. Are you sure?” “Yeah. That’s why his family chose him to become a vampire. He's been here all this time, keeping watch, waiting for you."

Aiden would never apologize. He came towards me, sending my body into a state of frenzy. My eyes widened, my breath caught in my throat, unable to comprehend what I was hearing. "L-Lycan?” I stuttered. "Yes, King.” He replied, completely missing the point. I've heard a lot about the Lycan king. He was ruthless, and didn't care about anyone but himself. He has several women at his beck and call. The only good thing I heard was that he was good looking…and they were fucking right.

“No Aida…no silver, no wolfsbane.” “But, please, just hear me out. If it was a choice between them and me, you’d make the right choice?” A menacing growl rattles from his chest and I was starting to see that I was now mated to the Lycan King. “And what choice would that be Aida?” He spits out in anger. “If it isn’t obvious yet Lance, then it will be!” I scowl back at him, making my thoughts very clear through our link. He takes a deep breath in before exhaling slowly, calming his anger.

I finished. "Not cease. Merge. Become something new. Something neither fully him nor fully me." His hands clenched. "I've known since I was chosen as Lycan King. It's why I was selected. Why my brothers were passed over. The Ancient One needs a strong vessel. A young body. A willing host." "Willing?" I stared at him. "You agreed to this?" "I was given the same choice you're being given now. Accept and save my brothers from being forced into it. Refuse and watch them die. Watch the pack be destroyed." His voice was hollow. "So yes. I agreed."

she asks, searching my eyes, and I sniffle as I shake my head. “The dragon king took me personally. I have been here since that night. He thinks I’m a Lycan.” I tell her and her eyes grow impossibly wide at my words. “That can’t be possible. Vilkas killed all the Lycans that were there that day. The Vampires, fae, and werewolves were given the option to either serve him or be slaughtered. They chose the former. They are all under strict rules that the humans aren’t to be touched, otherwise he will destroy their species.” I stagger back at her words. What?

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.

I asked, hoping. “No Lisa, you cannot choose, you are going to the Lycan King tomorrow, you and your lady friend here " That was the first time he acknowledged Christy, but that one time was important to me, so I just didn't say anything. There was no use now, his mind has been made. “Okay," I said, surrendering. “Take her," He said finally this time. They didn't even hesitate as they dragged us away, but it seems now they allowed me and Christy to walk on our own two feet. But something else was in my mind, The Lycan King.

Osiris's shoulders relax as I nuzzle into his side. He wraps his arm tightly around my waist and continues his speech. "We were attacked last night," he says as a growl rumbles in his chest. "Tonight, we seek revenge on those who meant to hurt our pack. But I will not demand that you fight beside us. In all honesty, this isn't your fight, but the Lycan King made it your fight when he attacked us. So, the choice is yours. You can stay behind, or you can come with us and avenge our people."

It made a sick kind of sense once I understood their strategy. They knew that killing me would be difficult, that a Lycan King was hard to put down even with superior numbers and firepower. But they also understood that hurting Vera would destroy me more effectively than any bullet or blade, that watching my mate die would break something inside me that could never be repaired. A Lycan King who'd lost his mate was a creature of pure rage and grief, unable to think strategically or lead effectively, consumed by the need for vengeance to the exclusion of all else.