Claimed By The Lycan Triplets Novels & Stories

My blood turned instantly cold as it clicked— They were the triplets— Sylver, Cassian and Rylan! “Gods!” I whimpered, hiding myself carefully away from their view. They were vicious monsters with red burning eyes. They had claws so sharp that a sword would shrink. My knees started trembling as my mind exploded in a million thoughts. Lyon had exiled them— did they become like this there? How? They were totally lifeless, cutting down everything and anything… Did they come for Lyon? But he wasn’t here. So that didn’t make any sense because I have read enough about creatures to know that they had a great sense of smell.

My body felt supple, powerful, and entirely biological. "The triplets? The global triage?" I managed to ask. "A dream of the stone," Killian whispered, his silver eyes flashing with a predatory light. "Leo, Maya, and Toby are not batteries or distributed hard drives. They are Lycans. They are out in the valley now, leading the Unbound on the first hunt of the Blood Moon."

A somber note touched our small circle at the mention of those who'd conspired against us. Minister Krea, Minister Stavros, Minister Bennett, Lord Cassius, and the two Alphas – Benjamin Thorne and Michael Barker – had formed an alliance to prevent the strengthening of Lycan-werewolf relations. My kidnapping had been their desperate attempt to force a wedge between our species, using an ancient law that would have prevented Theo from mating me if another's mark had been forced upon me first.

Though they were both of the same kind, the same specie of shifters, but lycans were more aggressive, lethal and dangerous. When a lycan shifted for the first time, they were to be restrained because they would go into bloodlust immediately, killing everything in their sight. They wouldn't recognize anyone until the rage clouding their mind was gone. The white lycan looked around her, and then her silver eyes fell on the four figure before her. She remained still, staring at them curiously, gauging to see if they were a threat to her. She could smell the identical triplets, and somewhere within her mind, she knew she was connected to them. She could feel a strong pull towards them.

My fingers pulsated around the Elder’s beating heart and I gripped it tightly. “It will never survive, if it’s not tonight then someone else will make sure that you never give birth to that thing.” he choked. His head fell back and he looked up at me, frail and mortal. “They,” I said and his face twisted in confusion. “What?” “They. Triplets, three Lycans that will ensure a future where Valeria is ruled by Lycans for all eternity. They will not be harmed, their mother will not let anything to them, and it saddens me that you won't be around to watch me turn Valiera upside down to create the safest place for them.”

I took a deep breath and looked away. "It’s none of your business. A war would break out, and that’s it. Just do what we say." A war? Triplets always take the throne in every pack, whether Lycans or werewolves or any creatures and that's a traditional rule one never dares to break. I wondered why this pack was different; there must be a reason behind it or maybe because there are Lycans after all.

Damien snapped impatiently, causing the guard to flinch, despite his resolve not to be afraid. Truth is, these days, Damien had become more irritable than ever and every slightest thing made him snap. The frustration was gnawing at his fingers, his restlessness was getting the best of him, with the fact that that brat’s coronation was in some days and he couldn't do anything yet. Still, there was excitement in him, even after his irritation. Cassandra was one of the things that got him excited and the forthcoming war. “The Lycan triplets are back, along with their people. The witch, Cassandra is also with them,”

“Just… honest.” I narrowed my eyes. “What do you mean?” “I’m willing to drop the charges.” I blinked. “What?” He smiled again. “All of them. Right here. Right now. If you answer one simple question truthfully.” I watched him warily. “What question?” He stepped closer, his gaze never leaving mine. “The triplets.” My heart skipped. “What about them?” “Are they full-blooded lycans?” I blinked again, confused. “Yes, of course they are. Why would you even ask that?”

I have never heard or seen anyone having three mates before, so why was mine different? I know I have been hoping for my mate to find me for some years now, but I didn't expect him to be the Lycan sons. For one they were royalty and way about my level. "What's going on here?" The Lycan King asked, after a deep moment of silent. "Dad, she's my mate," One of the triplets said. "Aiden, how's that possible? Your brothers also think she's their mate," He said and Aiden scoffed.

A man stepped off the stairs, flanked by dozens of heavily armed guards. My blood ran completely cold. The remote slipped from my fingers and clattered onto the wooden floor. It was the man from last night. The man who had held me in the dark. The reporter's voice echoed in the quiet room. "The Lycan King has finally arrived in the region to visit his cousins, the Volkov Triplet Alphas."