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

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.

He explained. I massaged the sides of my head. There's a lot of information I am getting now and my brain couldn't process it in an instant especially after seeing a human transform into a wolf or lycan as he says. "Who is this illegitimate lycan king? If he is, would that make you legitimate?" I shook my head, confused. "And, why does he want me if I am your mate?" "He is my half-brother. We share the same mother. He proclaimed himself as the king of the lycans waging war against us and killing everyone who will go his way." He deeply sighed, and it looks like he's a bit tired from all of it.

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."

The events of the past day flooded my memory, and I plopped down on the bed in defeat. "Who brought me here?" I asked. "Damien, the Lycan King." She shrugged, and my heart stopped. It couldn't be. This had to be some sick joke from nature. Of all the people in the world to be my mate, it had to be the Lycan King. A wolf feared by all throughout the kingdom. I marvelled at how, in less than a day, I had gone from almost getting married to the love of my life to finding out he was having a child with my best friend and then almost getting killed by rogues if not for the timely appearance of my mate.

I'd built walls around myself so thick I thought nothing could penetrate them, told myself I didn't need companionship or love, that being the ruthless Lycan King was enough to sustain me for however many decades I had left. I'd been lying to myself about being satisfied with that existence, but I'd almost believed my own lies. Now I had everything that had seemed impossible back then. A mate who loved me completely, who saw the monster and the man and accepted both without hesitation or condition. Who stood beside me as an equal rather than cowering behind me or trying to manipulate me for her own gain. A son who carried my legacy, a tiny perfect combination of Vera and me who would grow up

The playful tone of Beta Thorne's voice pricked at my ears. "That. Is not, anyone's business." His alpha snapped. "You all want answers; I'll give you just that. And it falls under my jurisdiction as the Lycan King of the North." "Alpha Drav— "Enough! I refuse to listen to any more objections. Alpha Dax. Alpha Damon. Is there any other information we should know about her?" "Nothing." My mates answered. "Good." He rose to his feet. "In that case, Thorne?"

– Marion didn’t want to beat around the bush. “Okay… but you know I have no pack anymore. I also relinquish my title as the Lycan king.” Marion nodded slowly. “I am aware. However, that doesn’t remove the fact that you are his son. You are a Red Blood pack royalty. It runs in your blood. None can take that away from you.” Damon was flattered. He doesn’t know this Marion yet, but he was a good feeling that he’s a good person.

It wasn't my first attempt. "Honey," Dad sighs, running his hand through his hair, "Your mate is no ordinary man," "I figured when I was levitating in the air," I mumble "He's royalty, an alpha king," Mom says. My eyes widen. I have heard of the stories of a young lycan king. He's strong and dangerous. He has powers, too, like the rest of the royal family, but his are outlandish. "Oh,"

“I need to talk with him, I have a message he needs to deliver to Joanna’s son.” “Actually, I am very sure he doesn’t care about your message.” I responded. “He should. It’s about the whereabouts of his father and the Lycan his mother fought.” What related my father to the Lycan? Did my mother hibernate my father cause of the Lycan? “The Lycan that made her blind?” I asked. “Yes, Logan Paul! An Alpha Lycan King. Your mother killed all his sons! You really need to talk to her son. That Lycan will come back!”