Claimed By My Ex's Lycan King Father Mga Nobela at Kwento

The heavy Scottish accent was filled with rage and my tears betrayed me as they began welling up into my eyes. “I have work father. William is aware of it.” My voice sounded much more assured than I was, and I was thankful my father couldn’t see my trembling. “Your mother and I invited every eligible Alpha from Europe, Asia, Africa, and Russia to come and meet you in hopes you would find your mate, or at the very least take a chosen one. We have indulged in your “career” long enough and it’s time you take your place as the future Queen, stop galivanting around the world fixing up old buildings. Enough!” he shouted. I winced, hearing a couple of windows shatter in the castle. This was bad! I

"No! I object! You can't force me to marry a stranger!" Princess Natalia exclaimed. An hour ago, her father, the King of Etholia, announced that whoever marries her youngest daughter would be the next ruler of his kingdom. Etholia was located in the northern part of Telluria. It was ruled by the ruthless and mighty King Lucius—considered to be the most powerful lycan. His kingdom was the most powerful and biggest fortress in Telluria. Even the vampire and the dragon clan were afraid of him. He was undefeated in countless battles and had won the hearts of his people.

he said sarcastically. I looked at him, a little surprised. I didn’t expect this stranger to speak up for me. "Nina, right?" He held his hand out. "And who are you?" I asked, eyeing him warily. "Logan Savage." "The Logan? The Alpha of the Moonblade pack?" I looked at him in disbelief. “Yes,” He said, chuckling. Oh, god!! Is he the Lycan? I had heard that the Alpha of the Moonblade pack was different from other Alphas. He was a Lycan, a stronger and older race.

“Moonstone pack denied knowing you. They refused to associate themselves with your name. It was only exiled outlaws from your pack who had revealed your identity to me" For a moment, I did not understand the words. Denied? “They said they have no Bella Popovski they wish to claim. That you are not one of theirs.” The room began to feel smaller. “No,” I whispered instinctively, shaking my head. “That’s not possible.” Kade’s gaze hardened slightly. “I did not approach them as Kade. I approached them as a representative of the Lycan kingdom.” My breath hitched. “And when they discovered that the inquiry came from the Lycan king’s territory,” he added quietly, “your father was quick to deny you.

My whole world. "Bad man go away," Elias whispered, but he didn't hide behind my skirts. He stood taller. Squared his little shoulders. Because his father taught him that kings don't hide. His father. Darius. The Lycan King. The Rogue King. The monster who burned the old world to build me this one. He stepped from the shadows of the battlements, crownless but more king than Kade ever was. His arm locked around my waist, palm splayed possessively over my stomach where our second miracle grew. His scent—pine, blood, and power—wrapped around me. Home.

"Give me a name right now!" Vance flinched, the red imprint of my fingers burning against his pale skin. He looked up at me, his eyes totally unhinged. "Cassian Volkov!" he screamed. "The Lycan King!" The name hit me like a physical blow. I let go of his shirt and stumbled back a step, the breath completely knocked out of me. "Cassian? Why would the Lycan King be in our woods? Why would a ruler like him care about a human outcast?"

‘We also have to figure out who has been drugging David and I. There have been no leads in that as of yet, but we still have to finish investigating my father and questioning members of the pack with access to the refrigerators or even just the drinks that were dosed. Just as I cum and Ace is about to, I get a call from the Lycan King. “Oh! Hello!” I moan as Ace finishes in my ass and I shoot another load. “You are definitely Lycan stock. We are voracious in our sexual appetites once we find our mates,” the Lycan King laughs.

“I would never have left if you were alive or gone through maltreatment.” I had always thought of escaping my father’s pack and finding my mother’s family. I knew little about them, only that they had been from a neighboring territory. It had been my one hope, the one thing that kept me going through the years of abuse and neglect. I was hoping a day would come when I would have the gut to eventually leave to look for them but it never came till the day I was asked to marry the Lycan King, a man whose reputation alone was enough to strike fear into the bravest hearts.

But there was no way to do that, especially with what I was here for. “I'm sure you heard that Kieran was shot a few months ago." His eyes darkened, “do you want a pity party? Is that why you're here?” His voice held so much irritation as he spoke. “I'm not." I argued. “It's…it's just that…the only thing that really affects Lycans is another Lycan's blood which is mixed with wolfsbane and a witch's spell." “And you're here because My son is half Lycan and my mate is a witch? Unbelievable!"

Hector replied. I didn't know much about werewolf and Lycan politics but I did find it odd to hear that the Lycan kingdom, especially the king of the Lycans would be visiting the Lily of the Valley pack. Lycans were like distant cousins to werewolves but it did not mean that they liked us. Both species hated themselves. So hearing my father talking about receiving the Lycan king with glee made it seem like I was missing something so I stopped eating and listened instead. This was probably the first time that I had taken interest in the matters of the pack. "How are the pheasants we are breeding?" My father asked Hector. "We have to make a good impression and what better way to do that than t