Claimed By My Ex's Lycan King Father 소설 & 이야기

Damon's eyes reddened; he was too fast when he ran to Almera, but Amoux stopped him by touching his shoulder. “Almera, you should be thankful that you're my mate's Beta, that you're her friend; I won't tolerate this kind of attitude towards me; I want you to remember that I am still the son of the Lycan King, and my father was the king of all the werewolves in the world.”

I paused and closed my eyes. Tears rolled down from my eyes, soaking the mattress. But I did find his grip loosened a bit. I opened my eyes and looked at him. His gaze did not move from mine. "Never meet that man again." "W-What about Lifaya? Will you stay away from her?" He leaned close to my neck and started kissing me. "A-Aron, I asked you something," I said, trying to move my head to look at him. He sat up and looked into my eyes. "She is not an ordinary woman. She is a Lycan; most importantly, she is the daughter of the former Lycan king."

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.

I frowned at the bitter taste but gulped it all at once. " You are…" the woman who claimed to be my mother was about to say something when an authoritative voice cut her off. "That's because, you my daughter are a royal blood from the Lycan. Only a royal Lycan have the kind of scent you carry" I looked up to see a middle-aged man with very handsome features. His steps commanded authority and without being told, I knew he was the Lycan king and… probably my father. He got closer to me and sniffed me.

“I’ll talk to her today at school.” *** (Flashback) The Lycan King’s hatred towards humans. King Miller Reid Jones is my name. I was born a Lycan. My father was the King of the Lycan. He was courageous, noble and the most powerful king in the world, but he was destined and mated to a human. A despicable woman who wrecked his own kingdom. Patricia, that woman was my mother. She was mated to my father. Despite being a human, my father loved and cherished her, and she gave birth to me but died during the delivery.

my father deadpanned and yanked the contract file away from me. I watched in shock as my father scribbled his signature on the contract and handed it back to the other man. “You belong to the Lycan kings now, and that’s final!” “Give us a minute,” my father said, and Nile and the other man exited the office. “Dad- how could you?” I whispered. “This is for the betterment of everyone; stop being selfish,” my dad said irritatedly. “Now listen, don’t you dare reveal you haven’t gotten your wolf yet and can’t shift,” my father warned darkly.

Kaiden inhaled a sharp breath and said, “Proceed.” “People say the Lycan King is a man that has lived for over a thousand years. Even after living for so many years, the moon goddess didn't bless him with a mate. So they say he attends every banquet even if he's uninterested only because he was in search of his mate.” Oliver said in one breath. “What if his mate is from our pack?”

It was heavier than it looked, the cover soft and a little sticky with age. It opened plainly enough: Each alpha has a prophecy, and it will always come to pass. Weird, I thought. The kind of line that means nothing until, suddenly, it means everything. I almost put it back right there. I wish I had. I kept reading instead. The Tenth Lycan King will conceive a child with his Luna. The child will be the most powerful and most feared in history. I read it again, slower. Then a third time, waiting for the words to rearrange themselves into something that made more sense, something less impossible. They didn't.

I am not that tired, but I know my men require some sleep to regain their composure. West Wood pack is so small compared to my kingdom. My name is King Morris of the Lycan Kingdom. My men and I are from war where we have acquired all the packs that didn't comply with us, and now we are out here protecting them from a rogue Lycan. Actually, the rogue is my brother Damon, since he couldn't be the successor of the throne after my father died.

I had to watch from afar how her mother maltreated her since her father died, but I was helpless. I could only come out today—three days before her 18th birthday. “All these are hard to believe, but I will just play along as if I was in a dream with you. A dream with a handsome devil,” she said, but her tone was very low for the last statement. Do I need to tell her that I hear everything? “I am the Lycan king of the Solar Kingdom, which means I can choose my mate and be paired with anyone by the goddess,” I said, looking at her.