Novel & Cerita Chosen By The Lycan King

You dare not interrupt her or ask any questions until she is finished. At eighty five, she’d died without a mate or child. Poor Madam Cora. I’d loved her like a mother, but my father had been the one to end her life. 'The moon goddess had chosen the first king after many activities and a war that proved him worthy, and that was the start of the royal Lycan heritage. The royal Lycans can move with the speed of light, and there are rumors that some of them have the power to control the elements of nature,' she’d paused and crossed her hands over her knees, then turned to us.

With his power, he managed to lead us Lycans to unprecedented growth. Now everything was changing because he had no heir. The Lycan King must choose the next candidate from among the alphas of the major packs, and Kingsley was the one he had the highest hopes for. When Novia and I arrived at the entrance to the Great Hall, Kingsley was already there. He greeted us with a smile, and I couldn't help but notice how dashing he looked in his outfit. As we got closer, Kingsley's gaze turned and swept over me, a dark, lustful look seeming to fill it.

I felt a strange feeling of need and despair, as if I needed something to calm my nerves. Tristan poured another drink, his fingers brushing mine as he offered. "So, Veronica, who is this guy that's giving you so much trouble?" I took a sip and let the alcohol burn my throat before answering. "These are the Lycan Kings, Lucas and Simon." Tristan's eyebrows furrowed. "Ah, twins. They have a good reputation. And you alone." I nodded, feeling the warmth of the drink spread through me. "Yes. I don't think I want to bring it."

Damon turned to him, “To make this fair, why don’t you ask your subject if she would like to leave this pack? But remember, whatever she says, stands!” Ian stepped forward, a sinister smile on his face, “Lyra darling, what decision will you make? Stay in the pack that you have known all the years of your life? Or go with the ruthless Lycan king who is feared by all? Where you won’t know your fate? He might kill you, do you really know who the Lycan king is?” A loud guttural growl escaped from Damon’s lips, “You have made your point, let the lady choose.” His voice was thunderous, and I could see Ian retreat back.

I could hear her heartbeat pounding — not just with dread, but with hope. I glanced at everyone present before my voice rang out, clear and strong. “Everyone here will bear me witness. As Lycan King, I swear to fight fair. If I win, I take Danika and retain my title as Lycan King. And if I lose, everything will be handed over to Darius. You can all now choose sides.” They couldn’t even wait for my words to settle before chatter erupted in the clearing. “The Lycan King is shameless! Why would he leave his own pack to come to an opponent’s pack just to get back his mate?”

My lips parted, but nothing came out. I looked at the paper again. I flipped to the last page. There were boxes waiting for initials. A full signature line. A stamped seal beside it. All official. All neat. But my name wasn’t there yet. Only his. In full. Lucien Draven. The Lycan King. I forced myself to speak. “What’s the need?” I asked, soft, calm as I could manage. “You already took me from my pack. I didn’t get to choose. You did that. So… why this?”

Those dark eyes scanned the room as he looked at the females gathered around him, shaking in fear. Lycan King Alaric scoffed at them, “Weaklings,” he said, his voice voice sending chills, “We all know why you are gathered here. You volunteered or were forced, others are here to see me choose again another bride who would probably end up dead. So…I am just going to randomly choose as I am too lazy to start knowing all your names.”

“What? I mean, obviously, how can I go against you, my king?” “So you remember I am your king?” Rowan’s voice boomed through the room, causing everyone to wince. “You remember I rule over you, not because I was appointed, but because I was chosen by the goddess. The last of the Lycans.” Vince dropped to his knees and bowed. “I’m sorry. Please forgive me.” Vince was playing his part well, but I noticed he was darting his eyes to the council, and I watched their reaction. One was shaking his head.

The elders had expected this announcement at long last and it seemed most of them realized it would take a queen to survive. “Being Lycan King, I will decide my mate and being elders it’s your duty to give her respect no matter who she is.” One of the oldies came out and he was an old man having grey hairs with sharp eyes. “Yes, Your Majesty, we will obey you. But tell us, whom did you have chosen as a life partner?” I breathed deeply before I spoke the words that would shatter the room. "Lyra." A heavy silence fell. Then, as if someone had just lit a fire in the room, whispers and gasps started erupting.

After I said that, I faced my table and sat on the swivel chair. "You don't have a meeting schedule with her. "Matilde, who pays you?" She stopped and bowed. "I'm sorry, Rock. I was just worried about you." I leaned back in my seat and closed my eyes. "You have nothing to worry about. Everything is under control." "But what other lycans tell you, you don't control. They have minds of their own, Rock." "Matilde, they can't do anything. I am the Lycan King of the Redwood here in Luciana. If they don't agree to what I want, it's best to kick them out of here. You know what I mean."