Claimed By My Ex's Lycan King Father Novels & Stories

Their lycanthropy differed from others, standing taller and ten times stronger, resembling humans more closely. I dreaded being sold as a slave there; rumors spoke of brutal consequences for even looking at the twin Lycan Kings. Many believed their lineage traced back to the Holy Mother of the Moon goddess. "Help! Please, I don't want to be sold!" I cried out, pounding my fists against the wall to no avail. The others in the room regarded me as if I were lost in a dream. Desperately, I pleaded for Alpha Klaus to give me another chance to prove my worth in bed, despite the laughter it provoked. I'd rather stay in this pack than face being sold off.

The biggest reason that put me where I was today was their atrocity. If there was someone I detested profoundly, it was, without a doubt, my very own father. Nobody knew the endeavors I overcame or the roads I traversed on the path to accomplishing my goals; I kept those things a mystery from everyone—even to my mother. Because my father, the former King of the Lycans, turned me like this after he threw my mother out of the palace after he got her pregnant for the simple reason she came not from a royal family. He cast us out, affirming to him, we didn’t belong to where he was because we were peasant on his way.

He doesn't need your approval! "I will send you to Eclipse Castle. The Lycan King is fond of you after watching your match. You will leave there as long as he wants," he uttered. "There's no guarantee that you will be coming back here…alive." My eyes widened when he mentioned the Lycan King who personified arrogance, virility and power. Everyone was afraid of him. In his prime years, he killed thousand Alphas. It was a miracle that he was the one who offered a truce but of course, all of us were still at his mercy.

“Stay behind me. Something ancient is awakening. I can feel it through the bond. It is connected to the curse.” From the depths of the newly formed fissure, a deep, mocking laugh echoed. A figure rose slowly from the darkness tall, regal, and terrifying. The previous Lycan King, Darius’s father, long thought dead. His body was gaunt but powerful, skin pale from centuries underground, eyes burning with the same golden hue as Darius’s but corrupted with shadows. Chains of dark magic still clung to his wrists, but they were cracking. “So,” the ancient king said, his voice like grinding stones. “The Eclipse child has finally been born. I felt its power awaken me from my long slumber. Well done,

Lucien tried to explain again, keeping his hands open and high to show he wasn't a threat. “Misunderstood? A member of the royal family!” She let out a hollow laugh. “Your relative signed off on the execution of my husband, and you stand there and say I am misunderstanding?” “Mom, Lucien isn't that kind of person,” I injected, trying to explain it to her. “He's not his father.” “Angelica!” She spun around, her fingers gripping my shoulders. “This man must have brainwashed you. That's why you think that way. Angelica, you can't trust werewolves. They are evil people.”

"It's testing the contact. Trying to determine what I am. What I'm offering." A voice arrived then — not spoken aloud, not exactly, but pressed directly into my thoughts with a weight that made my knees nearly buckle, ancient and vast and utterly indifferent to anything resembling mercy. Blood of the binding line. You return, small king, generations late. "I'm here now," Kade said aloud, his voice steady despite what I could see was costing him enormous effort to maintain. "I'm here to renew what my father maintained. To hold what's meant to stay contained."

I had gotten the werewolf gene from my mother. I was an outcast in my original pack(the MoonShine Pack)for having a Werewolf gene, and I was told I couldn't take the Lycan king's throne as only true and pure blood lycan could rule over other Lycans. My father, King Nathanial, was the last Lycan king and Alpha of the MoonShine Pack, and he had gotten the title by merit. He was the son of the MoonShine Pack Alpha and Luna, and both were pure-blood lycan.

My father had asked me a few days ago and I nodded. I wanted Maya back or my sanity would slowly escape me. " Don't worry son, I'll do everything to get her back to you." He promised. " How Dad? She is in the Lycan kingdom and the Lycan King is strong. We can't stand a chance with him." I reasoned out. I didn't mind offending the Lycan King to take my mate back but that doesn't mean I'll risk the safety of the pack.

she whispered under her breath, she probably had an idea about the last time Wesley and I had sex. And only if she knew that I didn't want him, I thought bitterly. “You will pack up your things, Solene. You shall leave for the Hilltop pack mansion tomorrow.” “But, there was no mating ceremony, father. And I solely disagree with marrying Wesley.” I spat out, but before I could say anymore, my stepfather slapped me hard across the face. “You shall be his Luna, or else you find your way out of this pack forever.”

He understood, he never questioned, he just did. Sometimes I look back and wonder what would have happened if I had not taken my father's offer if my brother had not died What would have become of us? The son of the Lycan king who left home and a rogue, living together as best friends No one would understand the dynamics that we had. We were the only ones who understood why we could get along with each other so well. “Now, I would think that a man like you would not be caught dead in a place like this”