Dump The Alpha, Claim The Lycan King Novels & Stories

His body convulsed again. "We’re going to lose him if nothing is done on time," she murmured. Alpha Thorne stood over his son, fists clenched. "Then it’s time." He looked at his top warriors. "Assemble a search party. I want a tracker, a witch, and a scout. Find the Lycan King. Beg if you must. Bribe him. Threaten him. I don’t care. He is our only hope." — Footsteps clicked against the floor. Familiar.

I barely had a moment to catch my breath before the fifth dignitary approached—a werewolf this time, Alpha Raymond of the Sierra Pack, known for his strategic political alliances with Lycan nobility. "Your Majesty," he said, his bow deep but controlled. Unlike the Lycans, his eyes held something I recognized—the wariness of our kind, the learned caution of generations who'd survived by reading the room correctly. "Alpha Raymond," I acknowledged, allowing him to lead me into the dance.

Blood sprayed across the forest floor. “That beast…” Althea whispered, trembling. The silver creature was unlike anything she’d ever seen. Towering, savage… its strength unmatched. Kael, despite his size and speed, was being overwhelmed. “That’s the Alpha King, my lady,” Melva said grimly, holding her arm tightly. “He’s a Lycan. No ordinary wolf can stand against him.” Althea’s eyes widened as she watched Kael shift back to his human form, his body slashed and soaked in blood. Gavriel followed, also returning to his human form, his eyes burning with rage.

The Shadow Beasts roared together before charging toward me. Wesley struggled to stand despite his wounds. His Alpha aura erupted with overwhelming force, shaking the entire underground chamber. “No one...” he growled, his voice carrying the fury of every Lycan before him, “...touches my mate.” The words echoed through the chamber like thunder. "...touches my mate." A heavy silence fell. Then Wesley threw back his head and released a powerful Lycan roar. The sound reverberated through the underground shelter, sending cracks racing across the stone walls. Instinctively, every werewolf lowered their heads beneath the overwhelming force of their King's Alpha aura.

His eyes, his words, his aura spoke just one emotion unanimously — possessiveness. Right before stepping out of the room, he turned and looked at me. “He will be there, too. In the All Alpha meeting. But don’t worry, I promise, I’ll never let him get anywhere near you, ever again.” It was then I realized that Kian Nyx Abner, my ex-mate, was now the lycan alpha of the Nyx Winter pack. So, it would be compulsory for him to attend the All Alpha meeting. I lost the strength in my legs and slumped on the bed.

One of the eunuchs to the Alpha announced my entry, and the subjects bowed. "Here comes King Arlo, from the Lycan territories. The beloved mate of our Alpha–Prince, Jordy!" I approached the end of the hall, just where the steps to the podium started. Alpha Hillary and his Luna beamed with smiles and silent nods. Alpha Hillary was looking more scrawny and faded. It incited my fear that he could be seriously sick. More than he was letting on.

After I said that, I faced my table and sat on the swivel chair. "You don't have a meeting schedule with her. "Matilde, who pays you?" She stopped and bowed. "I'm sorry, Rock. I was just worried about you." I leaned back in my seat and closed my eyes. "You have nothing to worry about. Everything is under control." "But what other lycans tell you, you don't control. They have minds of their own, Rock." "Matilde, they can't do anything. I am the Lycan King of the Redwood here in Luciana. If they don't agree to what I want, it's best to kick them out of here. You know what I mean."

The brightness of the golden parchment blinded the Alpha’s eyes as he rolled it open, revealing a pattern of intricate, neat writing: "Addressed to the Esteemed Lycan King, Ajax Nyth, It is with utmost delight that we herald the illustrious ascent of Kai D’Arce Askavan, now crowned King of Askavan, the realm of mortal beings. On this auspicious juncture, His Majesty, the King, extends an invitation of grandeur to grace your presence on the 8th of this month for his Royal Visitation. This missive stands as a formal declaration of his imminent arrival within the esteemed confines of Wolf Territory.

The temperature in the room seemed to plummet. “Rules are not for you to break. Only I get to break them. You break mine… and I break you.” I reached into Draven’s mouth, tore out his tongue, and tossed it aside. “Are we clear?” I asked pleasantly. “Yes, Alpha!” they all answered at once, voices shaking. I tossed Draven’s head to one of the others. “Take this home and show your children. Let them see how merciful their Alpha King can be—allowing their father to leave here alive.”

Serena “Alpha, my Lycan King, I forfeit. I am sorry that I doubted you and your judgement but I now see what you saw. Please forgive this incompetent, blind woman," the woman who was to challenge me fell on her knees and kowtowed to Darius as she repented. She was hitting her forehead to the floor to show her remorse.