Claimed By The Lycan King: The Lykoudis Legacy นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“If I can’t kill her to get her powers... I’ll bind her to me. That way, her magic becomes mine either way.” She nodded quickly. “Yes, my lord.” I stepped toward the large window, looking out at the dark horizon. “You may have the earth’s favor, Saraphina,” I whispered. “But soon, you’ll have no choice but to fall into my hands. Because all my years of perfect plotting will not be in vain.” I deserve to rule. I deserve to be king. And that’s exactly what I would become—no matter how long it takes. I’ve spent years watching Lucian from the shadows, studying his every move. He might be the feared Lycan King, but I was smarter than him.

A heavy silence settled over the courtyard once again. Aria felt the hairs on the back of her neck rise. She had grown up hearing tales of the Lycan King. The ruler who existed before packs were divided. The King every Alpha's bloodline ultimately traced back to. But he had always been nothing more than a legend. A name used to frighten reckless young wolves. No one had ever believed he still lived. Nova's voice was barely above a whisper. “He's telling the truth.“ Aria's stomach tightened. "That's impossible."

“You crossed into the Forbidden Territories three minutes ago. My territory.” My blood ran cold. The Forbidden Territories belonged to no one. Except… the stories. The whispers of a king with no pack, no mercy, and a curse that killed every woman he touched. The Lycan King. “You’re him,” I breathed. “Darius.” He said his name like a verdict. He closed the distance between us until I could feel heat rolling off him, scenting the air with frost and pine and something wilder. Something that called to the empty place Kade had carved out of me.

The nobles parted instantly, whispering behind gloved hands, watching closely as everything unfolded. I stood frozen beside the marble pillar, the pressure of his aura pressing down on my shoulders until my joints popped. Up close, he smelled entirely of power and frost. He looked down at me, his eyes flashing a brief dangerous streak of Lycan gold. There was no warmth there, no recognition of the sacred bond currently sewing our souls together. There was only a king protecting his borders, he needed Anya’s eastern warriors to survive the brewing war on his south side. He wasn't going to let a nameless omega ruin his empire.

After I said that, I faced my table and sat on the swivel chair. "You don't have a meeting schedule with her. "Matilde, who pays you?" She stopped and bowed. "I'm sorry, Rock. I was just worried about you." I leaned back in my seat and closed my eyes. "You have nothing to worry about. Everything is under control." "But what other lycans tell you, you don't control. They have minds of their own, Rock." "Matilde, they can't do anything. I am the Lycan King of the Redwood here in Luciana. If they don't agree to what I want, it's best to kick them out of here. You know what I mean."

“What a pleasant surprise I must say.” I stepped forward and when Tyler tried to stop me, I smiled at him to be calm. “Hello, Sir, I am Gwendolyn Mcgregor and I am the wife of King Ashton which makes me the Queen of the Lycans. I and my partner have come to speak to you about the recent kidnap of one of us. We don't want troubles ju_” He busted out laughing loudly, cutting me off in a rude manner. “You,” he pointed at me, “are the Queen of the Lycans? The wife of the very man we seek?”

Emma had been given a gift—chosen by me from among dozens of eligible females—and she'd thrown it away. The news switched to a palace spokesperson, that self-important duke who now presumed to speak for the crown. Christian Lykoudis, the spare prince, the shadow-dwelling schemer who'd never had the courage to lead openly as his brother did. Now he played at kingship while Theo fought for his life. The thought brought a small smile to my lips. At least the blast had accomplished that much—put the mighty Lycan king on his back, hooked to machines, helpless.

No one spoke. Kai tried to pull away but Darius's grip was too strong. "Your Majesty, please think about this. People will talk. They will say the great Lycan King claimed a male freak who can bear children. You will lose respect." Darius gave a short, dangerous laugh. "Let them talk. I will remove the tongue of anyone who speaks against my mate. The moon has chosen. I will not refuse her gift." Marcus stepped forward again, eyes shining with hope. "Does this mean our pack has earned your favor, Your Majesty? We brought him to you."

Whatever waited beyond the southern borders, whatever new challenge eventually arrived to test everything we'd built together, I understood, standing there in the warm glow of a hard-won peace, that we'd face it exactly the way we'd faced everything since that very first night. Chosen. Together. However many times, however many crises, however many old grievances and ancient threats and scattered bloodlines still waited beyond the borders we understood. I hadn't broken, that first night in the Great Hall. I'd found, instead, exactly the life worth building — one choice, renewed daily, at a time. END OF BOOK ONE (The Lycan King's story continues in Book Two: Kingdom of the Southern Fires)

I deadpanned. "Who are you exactly? Are you Raven Declan or Sienna West?" He asked, and I sighed. "What do you think?" He slowly released my hand, pulling down the sleeve of his shirt to cover the rose tattoo on his arm. "Let's go back. It's late," he said, ignoring my question. I glanced at the inky night sky and scanned the woods beyond. If I made a run for it, how far would I go? King Aries was the king of the Lycans. I'd heard that he was the oldest Lycan in the kingdom. This could either mean that he had insane abilities or that his abilities were fading with time.