Novel & Cerita Chosen By The Lycan King

“That’s the Lycan King?” Dahlia’s face was pressed against my window pane as she looked out towards the procession being held for the Lycan King. He'd been in our pack for two days now, and it was easy to say that I had been avoiding him. I kept waiting for him to make a big scene and accuse my parents for their deceit or reject me and order for Dahlia to be made his, but he didn't. My head hung between my legs as my fears threatened to kill me. “Are you alright?” Dahlia asked as she rubbed slow circles around my back.

Tonight, they will hunt. “Aren’t you coming with them, my king? It would be very nice if you’re the one to lead them.” – Harper said as she and Damon stood at the common room’s back balcony, seeing the men and a few women gather to discuss their plan and route. “Nope. They’ll understand. Antonio’s with them anyway. He can lead them just as I can.” Harper nodded, thinking what could be the reason he chose not to join the hunt. As what she heard, the Lycan king’s favorite thing to do was to hunt. Now he said no. Why?

Another replied and I groaned but still closed my eyes there. “Are you nut? Can’t you see he is about to die? He can’t even open his eyes well anymore. Are we going to watch him die like this?” One of them said again and my heart leaped. “You are the one who’s lost his mind. Have you forgotten that he is a Lycan king and a very strong one at that? How will he die just because he is thirsty? Beings like him can go for years without taking anything and they will still be okay!” One of them finally raised his voice as he scolded the last one who spoke.

Bob spoke too and paused. Bill took it from there. "We will go astray," Bill spoke and paused too. Raphael took it again. "At this point, we the council of elders want to present to you all your new ruler, king Lucian Marius. His wife, queen and Alpha female Alexia." The king and queen stepped forward, waving and smiling at the Lycans. The elders went to their place, behind the king and queen. The Lycans kept cheering on and on until Lucian raised his hand up, an action that meant that they can stop cheering, and they did.

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."

Damon said. “What? Are you sure about this, Damon? But I want to talk to him. I tried to tell him something.” “Leah, you don't need to. Uncle Hector didn't let him go out to pack. He needed fo to choose whether you or the throne. If he wanted the throne so badly, he needed to marry Anaya. That's the Lycan's condition.” Leah's heart was slowly stabbed with dozens of knives. She couldn't even appropriately breathe. Slowly, the tears she was trying to stop flowed down her cheeks. She closed her eyes when she remembered what Richelle had told her. She said that Amoux would be the Lycan King, which meant that Amoux accepted Anaya to become his Luna.

Reiner's tears continued to fall, each droplet a testament to the depth of their connection, the pain of impending separation becoming almost unbearable. With great effort, Zeke continued, his voice growing softer but filled with conviction. "Reiner, I want Azure to take my place as the next Lycan King. She possesses the strength, wisdom, and compassion to lead our pack into a new era. I have no doubt that she will honor our legacy and protect those we hold dear."

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.

He reached his head out to speak to the men outside in a language I couldn't understand as my head swarmed with questions toppled with anxiety. This is getting scarier than I envisaged. If he's already getting married to another bride that means I don't stand a chance. One thing I knew about Lycans was how audacious they were. And their strength will be multiplied by three when compared to the strength of an average werewolf, not to mention one of the royal bloodlines. As I looked outside to the bus, I caught the snide looks the men were giving me causing ripples of fear to spiral through me. If the King doesn't want me, who else will? And this is his people, they follow his footsteps.

“I’m so stupid for thinking someone like you would ever change. You were cruel then. And you’re even worse than cruel now.” Pain flickered across his face, but then he quickly masked it. Wearing his usual nonchalant demeanor, “You don’t understand—” “I understand everything!” I cut in, “ I understand that you will always choose your power and position over someone like me. Just like every Lycan always does.” My chest felt like air was being ripped out forcefully from my lungs. But I forced my mouth to open, making sure that I made the final decision that was going to change everything.