Claimed By The Lycan Triplets Novels & Stories

“So, mates. Fated mates, to be exact. Soul-bonded, written-in-the-stars, my-wolf-chose-you crap, it’s like an emotional crack for Lycans and wolves and a few supernaturals, the bond is supernatural, painful to ignore, and almost impossible to break and guess what? It’s usually one mate per person.” I frowned. “Usually?” “Yeah. That’s where you get interesting.” “Oh no.” “Oh yes.” She leaned in like she was narrating a juicy scandal. “You, my sweet chained mystery girl, have not one but two Lycans claiming you and not just any Lycans, Elite Lycans. Zyran and Zaiden, royal bloodlines, twin brothers, they're literal legends. The academy hasn’t seen something like this in over a century.” I blin

I'm all ready for birth, and I can go into labor anytime. I'm really scared about going into labor; I'm going to fuckig push a three-sized watermelon from my vigiana in one go. But I can't wait to meet my beloved babies. Also, I'm fucking tired of this pregnancy. Getting pregnant with triplets is hard, even for a female Lycan. Family and friends are coming here later to celebrate the kids' birthday. My grandpa, Belinda, and their cute baby Camilo Ruby and her mate Lucas with their new-born twin boys, Little Calvin and Little Romero

Armed with this newfound knowledge, Millent and her triplets hatched a daring plan to expose the Moon Clan's deceit and protect the integrity of the prophecy. They rallied the werewolf community, garnering support from those who believed in their cause. The triplets, Mike, Daniel, and Alex, stood side by side, their faces etched with determination and unwavering loyalty. Each possessed unique qualities that complemented one another, forming an unbreakable bond. Mike, the eldest of the triplets, exuded strength and authority. His commanding presence instilled a sense of security in those around him. With a protective nature and a strategic mind, he was the one who often took charge, leading t

The thought of not having an heir with the Lycan gene made me scoff out loud. Another Elder, Hector, cleared his throat. He was one of the bolder ones, though even he chose his words carefully. “With respect, Your Majesty, Lyra being wolfless does not necessarily mean she is weak. There are rumors of wolfless werewolves who have powers and resilience after being trained.” “Power and resilience?” I raised an eyebrow, my voice laced with mockery. “Rumors, right? No hint of possibilities.” “Not wasting my fucking time on her,” I growled as I banged on the table.

They are very strong, intelligent, and quick-witted. The three of them are handsome Lycans. They were triplets but not identical. Every one of them has its own charm that can make any young girls and women all over their heels when they meet the handsome alphas. Lycan can live up to 700 years. So the triplets can be said to be grown-up Lycans since when they were compared to human age, they were 300 years old right now. Behind all the glory the triplets achieve, there is one thing that is still lacking, and this deficiency could become their weakness someday.

He pierced his ears and nose and had his back rested against the wall with a smoking cigarette in his hand. Cannon sat on the bed close to father. We were... the Alpha Triplets. Every wolf knows us well. A lot had been heard about Alpha twins but never in history about Alpha Triplets. And the best part was that we were Lycans. Lycans are rare among wolves but somehow, we got it. "His condition is worse," the doctor who I didn't notice before said. No one said anything even though we knew he was expecting a reply. He put his stethoscope over his neck and stood up, taking the black bag he had brought along.

I even caught her watching the group of musicians in the corner, their instruments pouring out a slow, haunting melody that threaded through the hum of conversation. Then my gaze snagged on them — the triplets. Foolish sons of the Lycan King, moving into the hall as if they owned not only the room but the ground it stood on. Broad-shouldered, tall, their dark hair brushed back to reveal sharp features carved from stone. They were surrounded by their usual pack of admirers — all teeth and charm — and… my friends. Or, rather, the people who had once pretended to be. A bitter scoff escaped me before I could stop it.

Those lashes… were… deliciously yumm. “Rayna. What are you thinking? Will you leave with the Lycans?” She asked me with worry in her eyes, I fell back on my bunk and looked at the ceiling, “I don’t know, Zara. The triplets were talking about some signed treaty, according to that, Lycans can’t take me as an asylum case.” I turned to her with a smile and took out the locket, “that’s the reason he had to make this odd announcement.”

I could feel my heart pounding hard against my chest, my vision glazed over and the papers dropped from my hands. I had been sold to the Lycan Triplets as their breeder. Not even a wife or a concubine, a breeder. The Lycan Triplets owned and ruled over the largest pack in the werewolf territory. They were known to be ruthless, cold-hearted, merciless, and evil. These evil beings were not merely ordinary werewolves; they were the embodiment of cruelty, terror, and power.

"The doctor mentioned earlier that you have a weak constitution. Getting rid of the pregnancy could kill you." "I won't kill my babies," I whispered, hands protectively over my stomach. "But if you stay here..." Freya glanced around nervously. "Lucas and Mitchell won't let this threaten their position. You know how ruthless they can be." "The Lycan King is your only hope now. He needs to know what his son has done." My heart pounded as I made my way to the king's study, I pretended like I was coming to clean the kings study. The guards barely glanced at me.