Defying The Lycan King Novels & Stories

My jaw clenches as I approach the meeting room. I see Atticus ThongClaw, the Lycan king of the Northern Capital Pack, sitting at the end of the long table, and Xander next to where I'd be sitting, which is directly opposite. "Hello, Atticus," I say as I sit down. "If it isn't the bastard Alaric himself, then who dares call me outside my own kingdom to a meeting in this...penthouse, which still resides in my own nation?" His words show sarcasm, even though, if allowed, he would rip my head off this instant.

I couldn't allow myself to be consumed by fear. I took a step back, ready to defend myself if necessary. "You may have control over this place, but you do not control me. I will never submit to your will ever again." The Lycan King's eyes flashed with a mixture of anger and desire. "We shall see about that," he hissed, lunging toward me with a speed that was both terrifying and mesmerizing.

It’s like when he has loyalty to offer, she, on the other hand, has nothing but disloyalty and betrayal on her skin. “You’re too old to know what’s right from wrong, Alora. I hope you put that in your mind sometimes.” But Alora wasn’t listening anymore. Her eyes were fixed on the wrestle between the Lycan king and the alpha. Which, fortunately, was leaning in towards the alpha’s victory. TheLycan king was on the ground now, Brayden holding him down. “Surrender your defeat, Lycan king!” – Brayden ordered with his claw raised up

With a powerful bite, he clamped down on Andrew’s leg, pulling him off balance and forcing him to the ground. Arianna seized the moment, launching herself onto Andrew’s back, her weight pinning him down. “This is the end for you!” she roared, feeling the power surge through her. But Andrew was far from done. With a roar of defiance, he bucked violently, trying to throw her off. “You think you can defeat me? I am the Lycan King!” “Not anymore!” Xavier shouted, his voice fierce and commanding. With a powerful strike, he bit down on Andrew’s neck, his alpha dominance roaring to the surface.

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.

Lycan King Logan had summoned me to his pack, and I had no choice but to obey. His summons weren’t invitations. They were commands, and refusing him wasn’t an option. Not if I wanted to keep my head attached to my shoulders. I never expected this deal going sideways. Some Alphas I had invited for the alliances didn't accept it because they were scared of the wrath of the Lycan King.

He looked at me with absolute disgust and hatred and I couldn’t help but feel pain in my chest. Just as I turned to take a proper look at the Lycan King, my heart skipped a million times again. For the very first time, I felt like I couldn't breathe. It didn't seem possible. A million thoughts raced through my mind, but none of them made any sense. How could the stranger I had met and hooked up with for one night at the bar actually be the Lycan King, my stepbrother’s best friend? As the king finally looked into my eyes, it felt like time froze. His intense blue eyes stared back at me, showing he recognized me as he likely realized he had let himself sleep with one of his servants.

His hair has the most unique look I've ever seen—black, but with streaks that burn a deep red when light touches it. In summary, if Anton is considered very handsome, the Lycan King supercedes that by a wide margin. I shake my head to remove such thoughts from my mind. He's the reason that I'm here, and he should be treated no better than the monster he is. There was always some ounce of doubt whenever I heard stories of how he conquered a pack, or raised a territory with his men, but after the things I saw this night, I know for a fact that they are true.

“It was all a ruse. You are the one I love, Harper. The only one I’ve ever loved. There’s no time. Run away with me now, and become my wife.” “Your wife?!” comes a shriek from the ladder. Just then, Leah pushes her way into my space. “You are insane! You’ll be hunted forever. The Lycan King won’t be denied. He’ll chase you for the rest of your lives. No one defies him.” Panicked, I take a step backwards. How long has she been listening?

I was about to stand up to let him think about whatever it was when he squeezed my waist, pulling me back into his lap. “Hey,” he sweetly called, angling my shoulders to face him. “Something’s bothering you,” I admitted, placing my hands on top of his chest. Letting out a deep sigh, he confirmed, “You are well aware now that Dad is the Lycan King, right?” Wiggling my brows, I nodded. “Well, I wanted you to understand that, as the Lycan King, he’s not used to being defeated. Although we didn’t lose the first battle against the Eclipse Pack, for him, not bringing victory is just the same as being the loser.”