Chosen By The Lycan King Novels & Stories

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.

“I was forced to based on the situation.” I stared at him. “You expect me to believe that?” “I expect you to remember,” he countered. “I expect you to stop pretending this crown fell into your hands because you were chosen.” “I was chosen,” I shot back. “By the council. By the Lycan Queen and the the laws of this kingdom.” “So you mean you were chosen by the woman who never wanted me here,” he said calmly. My blood burned in anger. “Even if this came to a contest, you’d lose. I’m the rightful son of the Lycan King and Queen.”

"This isn't possible." "What is it?" I asked impatiently. "Please talk to me." She looked at the marks and then back at me. "This mark means that you have been chosen." "Chosen by who?" I asked. "The Lycan King."

he started, voice breaking, hot with anger, and protectiveness. Jesse’s gaze cut him off. “Both of you…. Bow down.” Immediately… both of them dropped, trembling, and shaking. I could hear their hearts pounding in my ears. And then… He snapped his fingers. And his violet eyes immediately became pure silver. Those eyes! This color of eyes only… Only belonged to the Lycan King. I froze. My mouth went dry. Ryan and Aria shook violently. “You! Y-Your… Majesty…” they stammered.

“Let me introduce you to King Alaric Anjou the Third. The King of all humans, werewolves, and magical creatures alike.” I nodded slowly, tracing the lines of the drawing. He looked so much like Lucien it made my skin crawl. “So he’s of French stock, too?” I asked, trying to keep my voice casual while admiring the picture. “Is that all you have to say?” Vivienne asked, her tone dripping with disappointment. “What did you want me to say?” I shot back. “I don't know—show that you're impressed! I just found out that the entity inside of you slept with the Lycan King himself. I cracked the code, Seraphina!” She threw her hands up in the air as if she had just won a marathon.

She had hoped for a different outcome, but she knew that this was the right path for her. With her decision made, Alessia and Adrian embarked on a new chapter of their lives together. They faced the challenges that came with their respective positions and the responsibilities that awaited them as the Lycan King and Queen. Their love grew deeper with each passing day, solidifying their bond and forging a path of unity and strength for their packs.

He leaned back into his chair and had a small smile playing on his lips, “Ask him to take a chosen mate so that we all can meet him and discuss our problems openly.” I gazed at the fuc*ker and brought several lines on my forehead, “We all are representing Lycan King here. The king is not supposed to meet every Tom, Dick, and Harry.” His sons seemed offended but chose to stay quiet. Smart move. I usually prefer not to attend such meetings but today I was curious to see if Lola was doing fine. She never tried to deny the attraction between us but her hunger for power made her reject me. Her loss. The poor woman rejected a Lycan King.

Symphony said as she felt the bond between them grow stronger with every syllable she spoke. She felt the air around them swirl. She saw Alexanders eyes glow red as Dax acknowledged Starlett as his mate and future queen. She waited for Alexander to accept their mate bond, nervously. “I, Alexander David Silverstone king of Lycans, accept you Symphony Marie Greywood, as my mate and future queen of the Lycans.” Alexander said to her. She felt like time had stopped. Starlett had accepted Dax as her mate.