Claimed By The Lycan Triplets Novels & Stories

Lana questioned in a whisper, "Are they... free? Or punished?" She knew that the Alpha wouldn't be so stupid as to inflict punishment on his wife, as the triplets claimed. Therefore, they probably either got caught or managed to get away. "They were given to the Lycans." "What?!" "So... punished." Kiara trailed off. The triplets were most likely just bones now after being supper for the Lycans. Kiara realized she didn't need to elaborate when she saw Lana's face, the uneasiness in her eyes. She was going to be shocked even more when she learned more about their world. Kiara had always thought human life was better. Particularly when punishment is involved.

I feel a shiver of electricity at her touch, but it's not threatening—rather, it feels protective. As we move, my eyes inadvertently lock onto the triplets—Eamon, Faelan, and Declan. These young Lycans, these future kings, are images of youthful resilience. Their eyes are a captivating mix of their parents'—the intense gold of their father, softened by the gentler hue of their mother. Their jawlines are strong, yet their cheeks still hold traces of boyish plumpness. At this moment, all three are the epitome of paradoxical innocence and old-soul wisdom. They're ready to shift, their postures tense, muscles quivering like tightly coiled springs. It's clear they've been trained for confrontatio

The rumors of their capabilities were spread by those who wanted to take advantage. One night, as daylight receded, the Mooncrest estate was targeted by a group of Lycans who were determined to capture and kill the twins. It was an arduous battle for us, but with the unwavering determination of Lycan Xander, Alpha Tristan and the twins, we were able to repel them. After that, as we tended to the injured and evaluated the harm, I recognized the gravity of our circumstances. The twins were no longer just children, but rather symbols of power and solidarity among competing families.

“They are easiest killed before a fated mate bond is cemented, so killing the mate before that happens proves more affective at ending their life. Silver will not harm them, they grow stronger on full moons, and their rapid regeneration makes them almost immortal. Only complete decapitation with a silver sheen obsidian blade and burning of the body seems to be the only way to truly kill the beast. The last line known to carry the Lycan gene is the Royal Family of the Kingdom of England. Per our request, they have begun to breed out this gene in order to fully submit to the new way of….” I could see Felix roll his eyes and snort a little. “Pup tales. Surely these books aren’t eluding that Lyc

I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. The truth was right there, but fear tightened around my throat and swallowed it whole. And Damien… He hadn’t looked away once. His eyes were locked on me, sharp and unreadable. It felt like he could see through me. I was having a panic attack and I couldn't move. I wished I could disappear. After what felt like forever, I gave the smallest nod. It was all I could manage. The priest raised his arms high. “Then, by the ancient laws of the Lycan bloodline, I now pronounce you mates. May the Moon Goddess bless your union.”

Bluey exclaimed. “Exactly. You know how Lycans are with their pups. Now that he knows... I’m scared. He might try to take them from me.” Bluey sat up straighter. “Do you remember what he looked like?” “Well, my triplets are his replica. No one can deny it. You’ll see. Bluey picked up her phone and opened her browser. "Let’s try something.” She typed: “Prominent and rich Lycans in Washington.” And after a few minutes,

I scream in her face, letting her see all of the burn as many times as she has to. “The triplets are mine,” she growls, intending to kill with that glare. “Aria, are you dumb or just plain psychotic? I said your family’s ring burnt my finger. This is where I cross the line for your father’s deception.” “You already have a mate. You’ve been promised to the Silent Winter Alpha so back off!” “I have no idea what you are talking about. Back off from what?!” “I see the way you look at them, Mae—” I shake my head, waving a hand to end this. “You know what? The triplets are yours. You can have them, and have your stupid ring back!”

"I didn't even know this. According to legend, there's only one Lycan, and only the Lycaros family possesses it." Everyone was silent. They didn't know what had happened. But they knew three things. First, Scott's mother and father didn't die by accident. The accident was caused by Lycan, but they died because they were killed by witches. Second, that Lycan wasn't Lyall. Third, there was more than one Lycan in the world. *** In the forest...

“I found something I think you would like to know.” I sat upright but before I could go into full panic mode, Kieran held my hand, assuring that everything was fine. “The twins are both Lycans.” She announced, and I froze. "Both?" She nodded, “It was the reason it took a much longer time to birth them.”

“I think, changing you is what confirmed a lot of things for Kyra. Kyra obviously knew about us anyway. But your disappearance confirmed many things to those that were on the edge of believing.” Our secret had always been just that. A secret. “But you’re a Lycan.” She mutters. “Humans still outnumber us.” “They outnumber you? How is that even possible?” “There are just eight packs across England, Scotland and Wales. Out of those packs. Crescent Bay has the largest amount of Lycan’s. Vella’s pack is only a fraction bigger than mine.” “I thought…..” “You believed there were a lot more of us?” “Your pack is massive, Nate.”