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

She ask. "I'm a lycan." I tell her as everyone in the room listens. "How? Other than the Lycan king all the other Lycans has been extinct for over a thousand years now." She looks at me with a frown. "I think you two have had the pleasure of meeting my father first hand." I look over at the two males that father attacked, watching as Both of their eyes grew wide. "The L-Lycan king Is your father?" I give Max a nod answering his question. "This is fucking crazy." He continues to look at me with wide eyes.

"My father is coming for me." "Who is your father?" The gruff voice asks curiously. I gulp down the lump that has formed in my throat. "Erebus Lyall," I say quietly. The man starts laughing hysterically. "You are telling me that your father is the Lycan King?"

I stood on the balcony, wrapped in Theo's arms, my entire body humming with the newly formed bond between us. My fingers trembled slightly against his chest, but I felt a warmth spreading through me, an expanding heat that wasn't quite confidence – more like inevitability. Two days ago, I'd been simply Emma Maxwell, gamma of the Blood Moon Pack with an Alpha wolf I kept carefully hidden. Now I was mate to the Lycan King, and nothing would ever be the same again.

"I made you King and this is what you do? Accuse me of a crime I did not commit? Which is a decade old?" "Hold your tongue Sacredos. I do not tolerate disrespect," I growled. "You did not make me King. I became King the second Vasilik stepped on my land and hurt my family. My mate's wolf got angry and killed him. Her wolf is the reason I am King," I twisted the truth and looked down on him. I focused my attention on the female. "What happened?" I asked, ignoring her parents who were crying upon seeing the condition of their daughter.

“Alright, Mr. Lucas, sure, how come you wanted me to sit by you and not near my parents? Is this all a setup? Are you really the Lycan king, because I could have sworn that my grandfather, Mercury Black, is the king? He was the king of the mafia, so why isn't he the king of lycans? Why did you really want us here? Do you really have money problems and rogue problems?” “Kayla, that's enough, young lady. He has invited us here to figure out what is going on. I suggest you cool it. Is that understood?” Her father said to her. He must be a strict father, good, because that's what he needs to be. I simply chuckled at her, then I calmly spoke to her after her father stopped talking.

“You thought you were smart? I hope now you understand that I can do and undo whatever. I can kill you. I can make you a pet. A slave. A sex toy. Anything! You are in no position to make me give you my word.” Kovan revealed with a voice that was just as dark as the darkness I carried within me. My legs almost gave up when it hit me that I had sex with a man that was closely related to those that killed my parents. Who knows? He might even be the killer. He might have been the one that caused me so much pain twelve years ago. “I couldn't harm you in the human world because I didn't want to create unnecessary trouble but I can harm you and break you here if you misbehave. I’m the Lycan King an

We stood like that for a long time, the darkness wrapping around us like a blanket that didn’t care if you lived or died. She pulled back first, thumbs wiping under my eyes with the old tenderness that I’d nearly forgotten. She cupped my cheeks and held my gaze. “I’m so proud of you,” she whispered. “You’ve grown so strong.” She glanced past my shoulder, eyes flicking upward, and I remembered I wasn’t alone. Darren stood behind me, my mate, the man she had never met. I grinned through my tears as I looked up at Darren lovingly. “That’s my mate, Darren. He’s the Lycan King.” I paused, savoring the words. “And the father of your future grandchild, if I survive all this bullshit.”

It was him. My nemesis. The most revered and feared Lycan King to ever exist, the one used in a horror story to imbibe fear. The one who swore to end me years ago. A shiver ran through my body for a whole different reason as my eyes met his piercing gray ones. It was Lycan King Elion, The elder brother of my ex mate.

He replied, continuing to walk. “Is King Marcelo going to be gracing us with his presence this year?” Jason asked the king. “Well. We are not certain. He never responded to the letter,” the King replied. The Lycan King? Did they invite him? The cold-blooded killer was invited to the convention? I wondered, following behind. If at all the Lycan will be here, I made a note to make sure that I avoid them at all costs. They were ruthless and dominant.

The rebel soldiers froze, horror washing over their faces as the King rose from the smoke. "Is this the army you brought to take my crown, Lucien?" Valerius roared, his muscles swelling as his partial lycan shift took hold, fangs elongating, razor claws extending from his hands, and his aura burning like a sun in the dark night. "You bring dead beasts and broken traitors because you know your own blood is too weak to face me!" Lucien’s jaw tightened in fury. "Kill him! Bring me the girl alive!" A dozen massive shadow beasts lunged at Valerius at once.