Chosen By The Lycan King Novels & Stories

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.

Liam stood tall, his eyes ablaze with determination, as he summoned his most trusted men to accompany him on the search for Liliana. The time for uncertainty was over; he would not rest until he found his missing mate. The palace gates swung open, revealing the imposing figure of the Lycan King and his loyal warriors, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

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.

They mostly cherish and care for their mates because if they lose them, they would forever be broken, but in reverse was the case in my situation; my mate wanted me dead, probably why he made me the royal food taster knowing how dangerous the job was. Sighing, I pulled myself up and was about to move when there was a sudden knock on the door. Knowing my bedmate, she wouldn’t knock before entering, so I was certain that she wasn’t the one. Lifting my brows and pushing up my lips, I masked my pains and presented a polite face as I opened the door. “Yes?” “The king requires your presence in his chamber,” delivered the lycan guard wolf who was standing before me. I could tell his identity from h

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.

Her eyes glistened, but she did not look away. “I will not be your mistress, Lucian. If you want me, then you must accept all of me. Flaws and strengths.” The bond screamed inside me. The beast howled in protest. But I had made my choice long ago. I would not drag her into my curse. I met her gaze, forcing my voice to remain steady. “I, Lucian Blackthorn, Lycan King of the Lycan Kingdom, hereby accept your rejection.” The words hung in the air between us.