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

"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.”

Chapter One Hundred and Fifty Four Alexander’s POV Lycan King Alexander stood tall upon a rocky cliff, his fierce gaze sweeping across the vast expanse of his kingdom. The moonlight cascaded over his ebony fur, casting an ethereal glow on his regal figure. His golden eyes, sharp and determined, conveyed the weight of his responsibilities as the ruler of the Lycan pack. "Men," he bellowed, his voice echoing through the night. "We embark on a mission of utmost importance tonight. Zara's parents have vanished under mysterious circumstances when we conquered their pack. It is our duty to find them and bring them home safely."

Realizing my lapse, I cleared my throat and asked him to repeat his statement. Leo let out an exasperated sigh before repeating his words, his frustration evident in his tone. "I was discussing the speculations, Sir, about your alleged incompetence as the Lycan King. The other kings seem disrespected by your refusal to uphold the tradition of Lycan Kings owning women as pets," A wave of annoyance coursed through me as I listened to Leo's words. The archaic tradition of owning women as pets was a practice I vehemently opposed, and I had made it clear to my council members and the other kings from the very beginning.

Cyrus and every last one of his men will perish by our hands. Prepare your warriors, Alpha. The moon will soon run red. In service of His Majesty, Derick Lykoudis of the Lycan Court I lowered the parchment slowly, letting the words settle. Jason whistled. "Ten thousand Lycans. And the King himself? Damn." "Yeah," I let out, scanning the letter again. "This is real. He's actually coming. I guess the king is alive after all." Jason looked both relieved and terrified. "So... we have a chance?"

Alder's POV My name is Alder Volcik, and I am the Lycan King. I am 187 years old and have held the title of king for over 150 years. Lycans are widely recognized as the most powerful species. We aim to safeguard the werewolves and uphold equilibrium among all supernatural species. We remain immortal unless our heads are severed, and our hearts are simultaneously removed. We have the ability to heal faster than werewolves, both in terms of physical wounds and speed. Additionally, a regular lycan is capable of defeating an alpha.

Some areas were restricted then, but now we have free access, because of the queen. We walked around until I saw a heart in a glass; it was still beating. "What is that?" I asked her. "My father said it belonged to the first Lycan king, King James something; you should ask Reagan for his name. All I know is that his cousin killed him. That is why it is still beating despite being separated from the host's body." "Ok, but I thought Royal Lycans were immortal." "Yes, but they can still be put to rest; I don't know the whole story. Ask Reagan. He should be able to tell more."

His hair has the most unique look I've ever seen—black, but with streaks that burn a deep red when light touches it. In summary, if Anton is considered very handsome, the Lycan King supercedes that by a wide margin. I shake my head to remove such thoughts from my mind. He's the reason that I'm here, and he should be treated no better than the monster he is. There was always some ounce of doubt whenever I heard stories of how he conquered a pack, or raised a territory with his men, but after the things I saw this night, I know for a fact that they are true.

Alexander said thinking out loud. “It quite possibly could be? Like I said I have never heard of this before.” Alexander sat down with his head between his hands. “This has to be some cruel joke.” “Will if it is the moon goddesses doing than she did it for a reason. She must have known that if you wanted Symphony’s power so badly you would stop at nothing to protect it.” “Well, she got that right anyway, even now with everything that has happened I still would do anything to protect Symphony.” “That’s my point, she knew Symphony would need protecting. Who better to protect her than the most feared Lycan king in the world.”

Irina The carriage jerked to a violent halt. My bones ached from the freezing, terrifying journey. The heavy iron doors swung open. "Get out," the guard barked. I stumbled onto the frozen dirt. The Northern Keep loomed above me in the dark. It was exactly like the nightmare stories. Everyone knew the rumors about the Lycan King. They said his bloodline was cursed. They said his true mate left him years ago and the madness took over his mind. He refused to take a proper Luna ever since. He just bought women, used them for breeding an heir, and buried them when the curse destroyed their bodies. No one survived his bed.