Claimed By The Lycan King: The Lykoudis Legacy Novels & Stories

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.

Nikolai said. What did she do? "I saw two guards coming out of Louis's house with a bag. I didn't know what was going on so I didn't say anything. The same night, I heard about your quarter getting attacked. This can't happen unless your personal guards are ordered to go on a break or are offered a significant amount of money. Which only Darius and Leikos can do. I saw the mark on the men's arms. But the thing is that no one liked Louis. He has always been a pervert. Which meant that the guards I had seen step out of Louis's house with the bag had stolen the branding iron from Louis's house. They used that to mislead you into thinking that the followers of Sacredos were after you. Which they

“The Lycan king will be here by noon, and the presence of everyone is needed downstairs. The order insists we all welcome him in the next 20 minutes." The person said and then I recognized the voice, it was the head maid. As luck would have it, she didn't come in, she only spoke from the door. I cleared my throat, attempting to steady my voice. "I'll be there shortly," I managed to reply, my voice strained. This was the first time I'll be meeting someone so powerful especially the Lycan king, so I would try my best to look presentable. His reputation for being extremely cruel and vicious was well-known across the entire kingdom. People had heard many stories about his lack of mercy or kindne

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.

And especially not when Moonstone Pack was in our kingdom on his invitation. A cold feeling spread through my chest at once. If anything happened to Alpha Jaxon while he was here, it would destroy Theorone’s reputation completely. It would look as though he had orchestrated everything from the shadows, using rogues to carry out his dirty work while pretending innocence before the kingdom. The thought alone made my stomach twist. “How dare you damned Lycans?! Where is your king?! I want to see your king!” a furious voice suddenly shouted from the courtyard below. The roar echoed through the halls like thunder.

In fact, the more I stared at him the more his face began to fit the description of a popular tale that echoed in my mind: Eyes of gold, tyrant's sway. Scar, terror, endless fight. Ruthless Beast, cold as night. Heart of steel, soul of fire. No mercy given, no love to acquire. Feared by all, through day and night. I swallowed hard, my heart racing as I recognized the man before me. This was Lycan Alexander of Theriakon pack. King of the Lycans within the 7 kingdoms. The most ruthless Lycan to have ever lived.

"The Lycan King of the North." A stunned silence followed. Matamoros shot me a surprised glance, disbelief written on his face. "The Lycan king you say?" I repeated. The witch's nod confirmed her suspicion. "Yes, he is. He's the same one. Why do you ask? Is there a problem?" I questioned in a defensive tone. Matamoros voiced disbelief etched all over his features, "Leonidas is the Lycan King,please tell me this is a joke " The witch's gaze turned piercing as she questioned, "Is he the one who you want to strike with madness?"

Lycans were also considered more superior than us since legends had said that they were the original race. The Lycan King held so much power than alphas and that should be enough to scare him off. I did not know if the Lycan King would do that. For all I knew, he never saw me. Except when I was nothing but a child. Mom and Dad also did not tell me that His Highness had seen me. “The Lycan King?” he asked, confused. “Why would you let his name be dragged on this?” he growled. “Any lie using His Majesty's name will be punishable by death if it will be proved that you’re lying.

"And now, I'm here to claim my queen." Lucas glared at Alexander, his muscles tensed and ready for a fight. "I won't stand by and let you take her against her wish," he growled. Alexander chuckled darkly, his eyes flashing with anger. "You have no idea what you're getting yourself into, pup," he said, his voice dripping with contempt. "I am the king of the Lycans, and I will have no problem tearing you and your little pack apart if you continue to defy me."

The Queen Mother screamed and rose quickly, bringing me back to my human senses. I looked back at her before throwing Donald away, making others freeze in fear. I stood there for a second, breathing hard. I looked at Donald’s terrified face before looking back at the others. “I am the Lycan King,” I said slowly. “My mate is not your concern. The next time any of you speak her name with poison, you will answer to me, not the goddess.” “Her curse is my responsibility, even if I have to judge or fight the goddess.”