Chosen By The Lycan King Novels & Stories

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.

I buried my face in my chest Maybe we should check, let's rip her clothes off to see if she's hiding a tail somewhere,” she ordered. I prayed fervently, hoping someone would come to my aid. “That's enough “ a deep voice cuts through the room. It was Wesley Blackwood, the Lycan king, the most feared monster among all kinds. “I mean, no one dares lay a hand on her,” he commanded. His steps were heavy as he walked towards us. My heart almost jumped out of my throat when I saw him emerge from the shadows.

He was something far above that. A Lycan. And not just any Lycan. The Lycan King. A strange mixture of shock and disbelief flooded my thoughts. Dane, however, clearly hadn’t expected this reaction. His jaw tightened as he glanced at the uneasy council members. “You can’t be serious,” he said sharply. “You’re going to let that distract you from the real issue?” His voice sounded more strained than confident now. The council leader’s attention remained fixed on Luciano. “Are you claiming Camilla Lynch as your mate?” he asked carefully.

Now, though, that hope was gone. The maids took me into a large foyer with a doorway in its center. There stood the Lycan King. He turned to me, a dark smile blooming across his face. “Well good morning,” he said, words dripping off his tongue. He waved the maids away. “You can’t be serious,” I said, skipping the pleasantries. He looked taken aback, but he didn’t lose his smirk. “Why my dear Mira,” he said, “you’re the one who proposed to me. I don’t know why you would think I wasn’t completely serious.”

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 deadpanned. "Who are you exactly? Are you Raven Declan or Sienna West?" He asked, and I sighed. "What do you think?" He slowly released my hand, pulling down the sleeve of his shirt to cover the rose tattoo on his arm. "Let's go back. It's late," he said, ignoring my question. I glanced at the inky night sky and scanned the woods beyond. If I made a run for it, how far would I go? King Aries was the king of the Lycans. I'd heard that he was the oldest Lycan in the kingdom. This could either mean that he had insane abilities or that his abilities were fading with time.

Malcolm didn’t interrupt. “When Ryan became Lycan King, she was certain he would choose her as his Luna, simce they had all been friends,” Lydia went on. “She had already imagined it - her place beside him, her power, everything that came with it. She bragged about it everywhere she went.” Her touch softened slightly. “I even remember asking him if he would like to have her as his Luna and he didn't seem opposed to it. But then he saw Sapphire once at a party. Next thing I know, he chose Sapphire.”

"Here? Why?" My mother nodded, her eyes darting around nervously as we navigated the quiet corridors. "It's said he's come to choose a future Luna from the northern packs. I wonder which lucky girl will be chosen." A flicker of something—hope, maybe—ignited in my chest. With the Lycan King here, the entire pack would be on display. There would be feasts, leftovers, a chance for scraps that were better than my usual fare. It was a pathetic thing to hope for, but it was all I had. The Lycan King was a figure of myth, a powerful, ancient wolf who ruled over all the packs. To have him here was a monumental event. And to think, he was nearly thirty and still mateless. It was a strange comfort to

His hand rested comfortably on my hip and my fingers traced the soft flesh below his collarbone. “I doubt it. You are not angry?” he questioned pulling back slightly so that I could look into his eyes and give him a sweet smile. “Not really. I mean, her son is said to be one of the most powerful Lycan kings. An attack on his beloved mother that he is unaware of will leave him in distress, he won’t be able to concentrate on ruling the clan with the loss of his beloved mother” I pointed out, tracing circles on his chest as he spoke “And we need to capitalize on that. What of the ally we have?”

"Yes you did. I just asked you to be the Lycan queen. Daciana, will you be my luna?." Arnou asked again with a slight chuckle. At this point, I was utterly bewildered. I mean why on earth would Arnou ask me to be his luna? I know that the Lycan kings pick their own mates. Because it's so rare for them to find their fated mates. But even if by some stroke of luck, Arnou had fallen hopelessly in love with me and wanted me for his luna.