Chosen By The Lycan King Novels & Stories

"Are you relinquishing your birthright, then?" I nodded. "I'm to become queen of the Lycans." My tone hardened with conviction. "That is enough for me." Beta Menard dipped into another bow. Reverence etched into his features. "The mantle will pass to your children, then. Your son may well be the future king of the Lycans." He paused, eyes flickering up. "Which leaves your daughter..." "If Sophia wishes to be Luna of the Lily of the Valley, then so be it," I said with a casual shrug. "But that path is hers to choose."

​Kael will betray you. ​I slowly turned my head to look at him. ​The Lycan King stood less than an arm's length away, heavy broadsword gripped in his hand, his black fur-lined cloak snapping violently in the icy gales. Cold. Powerful. Merciless. ​A born ruler. ​And kings always chose power in the end. Didn't they? ​The massive black beast down in the snow watched me with glowing, ancient silver eyes. "You heard her, didn't you?"

I figured she’d say something like my soul or my life, perhaps my aura, but she asked for Alfred, the twins, and what remained of the old king’s men instead. “Why don’t you just take them?” I asked her. “You don’t need my permission.” “But I do,” she whispered. “With the Lycan King half dead, you are the leader of the Lycans.” She walked around me, her fingers grazing over my hips. “Which means you decide who lives and who dies.” It took me two days, and seeing the pack return from their last battle, all broken bones and gaping wounds, before I could finally say yes.

"First is having their King killed by a werewolf. Second is a werewolf being their King. And now you give them hope but take it away by demanding the oath of fealty.” I glared at him. "You have no say in the matter. Tread carefully, Rhazien." "You were never going to make him the King, were you?" "No," I said honestly. "You gave your word," Rhazien looked at Ava. I didn't like him dragging her into this. Before I could say anything, she spoke. "What do I know? I have been a Luna for all of two weeks. Nikolai knows best about all of these things." She shrugged, still going on with our little charade. "He made a decision and I stand by him."

she asked after seeing that I knew too much for her to deny anything further. I smirked, taking another drag from my cigar before responding. "Well, all that I want is your silence, Desiree. That, and your undying support." I paused, exhaling the ingested smoke. "The Lycan King will become unstable soon because he now has no true mate and that will cause the Elders to give me the title. When that happens, I will be given what is rightfully mine and you will have the love of your life."

The guards barely glanced at me. I slipped inside, finding the Lycan King at his desk. He looked up, his golden eyes piercing through me. "Your Majesty." I dropped into a deep bow, my whole body shaking. "I... I need to tell you something about your son." He set down his quill, studying me with an unreadable expression. "Speak." "King Alex is our only choice," Freya whispered, squeezing my hand. "He needs to know what his son did to you."

"Watch your tongue. You're in no position to be clever." I wrenched my face away, ignoring the pain. "And you're in no position to touch me. I'm not your mate. I never was." His nostrils flared, anger flashing across his features before he schooled them back to artificial pleasantness. "We have a difference of opinion there. One that will be resolved shortly. You're an alpha female, after all. You'll give me the most powerful pups. And these lovely Lycans behind me," he gestured to his companions, "cannot abide by the King being bound to a wolf."

There, one of the Frostbite Pack elders and the Lycan king awaited us. My father, who was already waiting for me by the door, didn’t hesitate to take my hand in his arm as he led me down the aisle. He didn’t bother hiding his relief at finding a potential buyer; I suppose he’s just as eager as the others to send me away. When we reached the end of the aisle, I stood in front of Logan as the elder instructed us to repeat after him. I said, “I, Lyra Darko of the Frostbite pack, accept King Logan as my chosen mate,” which I did. The king was then asked to do the same, saying, “I, King Logan of the Stormbringer Pack, accept Lyra Darko of the Frostbite pack as my chosen mate,” and to mark each ot

Xavier yawned. “You are right. She spoiled the entire thing for us. Maybe tomorrow.” Guinevere added. “There is not going to be tomorrow for her,” Alex chirped in. “I heard my father talking, and apparently the lycan king will be choosing another girl for his harem in this pack. He wanted to choose one of the maids, but I told him not to. I had someone in mind who was strong and could perform decently in bed. The lycan king will be amazed by what her little mouth could do.”

My curiosity suddenly piques and I am grabbing a nearby chair to sit before my sister. “Tell me everything.” I said. “Apparently, the whole thing was meant to be hush hush.” She wiggled her brows. “But the Lycan King didn’t want everyone knowing he was choosing a mate for himself so, he quietly sent out orders to all the Alphas to select the best and most eligible of maidens from their packs and have them show up at The Hunt!”