Claimed By The Lycan Triplets Novels & Stories

There, carved into their bronzed skin, was a matching tattoo—a crown of thorns wrapped around a wolf's skull. It was the symbol of the Lycan King. These weren't just wolves. They were the infamous, bloodthirsty Lycan Twins—Aiden and Adam. The princes of the territory. Ruby Miller never shut up about them; she kept photos of them folded into her vanity mirror, whispering about how she would one day be their Luna. And here they were. And Betty had just ruined their hunt. Suddenly, the reality of her situation crashed back into her. She looked down at the mud pool where Dave's practice bags were soaked.

Which means my baby will be leading her pack, far from home. Asher has been busy building a foundation to support rogues alongside his mate. They travel constantly, reaching out to the outcasts, giving them supplies, community, and hope. They’re doing incredible work. One day, they’ll take on the Alpha and Luna titles here, but with us all being Lycans, there’s no rush. Asher and Juno probably won’t step into those roles for another thirty years. And the triplets… gods help us.

“Have they been hiding their true nature from you all this time?” “I... I don’t understand.” “Some are bitten. They change later. Hybrids. Half human. Half beast. But you... you were born this way. You’re a Pureblood. A true Lycan. And your ichor, your blood, carries traits of a lineage I don’t even recognize. That intrigues me. Fascinates me. I thought I’d seen everything. But you… you’re different.” Everything around me started spinning. The forest, the sky, the leaves, all of it whirled. My stomach turned, my feet lost the ground. I felt like I was about to fall. To faint. To vanish inside myself.

I voiced out his words again and when I received a nod of affirmation from him I looked at him doubtfully and asked, “Do you remember anything else?” My mother always claimed that Lycans weren’t trustworthy creatures. She said that they were foolish and always acted on their instincts to get what they wanted. Well I am sure she badmouthed them a lot since the book claimed differently but I still couldn’t just drop my guard around this man after having been brain washed by my mother for the last twenty years.

I could absorb entire pages in seconds, retain details that would take normal people days to memorize. Another gift of my condition, I suppose. Or perhaps a curse. I'd never quite decided. The page I was reading now mentioned something that made my heart stop. "The Lycan Trinity," I read aloud, my voice barely above a whisper. "Three souls whose destinies are so intricately connected that no matter where they are, they will be drawn to each other. Bound by fate. Bound by blood. Bound by something older than either." I read it again. Three souls?

He nodded his head slowly, his eyes completely serious as he looked across the table at his twin before turning back to me. "You know Lycans can tell when someone is lying," he said, his thumb caressing my waist. “And as alphas, our abilities are superior to mere shifters. Very, very few people can lie to us and get away with it. You are telling the absolute truth about what happened that day. But Bree's heart and aura are completely clean too. She genuinely believes she brought you a harmless family tonic. I… I don’t think she is lying." Inside my mind, my defenses began to fracture and shake, a cold, terrifying realization creeping through the cracks.

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 don't understand." "The prophecy was always misread," Nadia said. "Rogers twisted its meaning to justify the ritual because the truth would have stripped him of the power he's spent decades building. Your heart's blood was never meant to be taken by force. It was meant to be given freely, through the bond, when the time was right." I absorbed this slowly, my mind spinning through the implications. "And the triplets?" "They carry something called the Royal Tri-Core," Nadia said. "It makes them the legitimate heirs to the entire Lycan Empire, whether the council wishes to acknowledge it or not."

But he was breathing just shallow breaths and a weak heartbeat. We headed Brandon saying he will come back for what belongs to him and for Cody's head even if it was the last thing he did. The triplets come to check on us after a while saying they have gifted lycans to protect, a boner and a ground breaker. A boner has extra bones that he can produce out of any joint in his body and make a weapon out of it. While a group breaker they can make under ground caves and one punch to the ground they can creak open a big hole, can make a quake too. And also a lycan thay can kill you by touch, the touch of death.

“I can’t do that, he is the next Alpha, you are not strong enough, if you were challenged we would lose the pack” James walks out leaving me alone. Have I been that bad of a father? I never played favorites. I’ve always been tough on both of them. James is right in something. I need to do something. I sit there thinking about my options and then I remember the pack in Alaska. They are mostly members of the lycanthrope council and elders. They won’t be fooled by a young alpha. I make some phone calls and that’s all arranged. Leon will leave in 3 months for Alaska. They will make sure he is training to become the best version of himself.