Novel & Cerita Dump The Alpha, Claim The Lycan King

"Tell me who that rogue is. Or I'll drag you to the pack square and strip your Luna title in front of every wolf in the alliance." Blood seeped from the corner of my mouth. Every notch the dominance climbed, another rib sent a warning. I spoke word by word. "That rogue… is Alaric Blackwood. Your Alpha King. While you were chasing Vivienne, I took a vampire's claws for him." Cain didn't believe me. The pressure increased. I heard the sound of my own rib snapping. Then the tent flap was thrown open. Alaric stood in the entrance. Full armor. The Alpha King's crest gleaming on his breastplate. The moment he stepped inside, his presence crashed down like an avalanche, grinding Cain's dominance to

Pain flickered across her face. “No,” she said softly. “You carry what betrayal made of you.” The chamber went still. Cassian did not answer. The air between them felt old. Ancient. Personal in a way I did not understand. I looked from him to the queen. “What happened to him?” Cassian’s head snapped toward me. “No.” Queen Amara’s gaze softened. “The last Lycan king hid the Heart where no Alpha could reach it.” “In him,” I said. “Yes.”

Letting out a cough, I pointed at one of the two chairs in front of my desk. “Have a seat and continue.” “No, it’s fine. I…” Giving him a menacing glare, shut him up in an instant. Sailing the knot in his throat, he said, “Thank you, Alpha.” “Continue.” “Right, so I heard the news that Albert is apparently the right hand of the Lycan King’s Heiress. To help the princess, he went to the Wakeland and led warriors and other members to deal with the rogue issues that were happening there.”

"Any Alpha in this chamber unwilling to stand behind their King's own choice of mate is welcome to withdraw their support entirely, effective immediately. I won't hold it against you publicly, and I won't punish your packs for your Alpha's decision. But understand this clearly, all of you. Lyra is not a political bargaining chip, and she is not negotiable. Not now, not ever, regardless of what verification you believe yourselves owed." Nobody moved. Nobody spoke. The silence stretched long enough that I could hear my own pulse hammering in my ears, uncertain whether I'd just secured her safety or shattered a decade of carefully built political stability in a single, unyielding declaration. F

He kept talking, praising every move the King made like he was some kind of god. “Where is Alpha Andrew Cambell?” the Lycan King asked. Andrew, hearing it, immediately stepped forward like a hero ready to be crowned. “I’m here, Your Majesty.” Alpha Chris and Jessica also stepped forward and introduced themselves. “Greetings, Your Majesty. I am Beta Chris of the Dark Desert Pack and this is my daughter, Jessica.” Jessica curtsied. “I am Alpha Andrew’s fiancée,” she introduced herself shamelessly. The Lycan King just nodded slightly. Then, he asked, “Now, can you tell me what this is all about?”

Dylan clenched out as he glared at the king, he moved past his soldiers and stood right in front of the Lycan king, "I am here to take her, with or without your permission" "Alpha of the Blood Moon pack, I can now confirm your bravery and audacious attitude" the Lycan king replied, and before I could blink, Dylan lunged at him and dwelt him a few blows "Dylan, stop it" I yelled, afraid that this might start a war and he would ruin the alliance that I was trying to build with the Lycans The Lycan king's men bared their teeth and advanced but stood when the Lycan king waved them off

Something was wrong, so wrong. Joie knew the camp rules. She knew the forest beyond the perimeter was crawling with rogues, smugglers, and worse things. “Search every building, every vehicle, every inch of this camp! If someone touched her…” I couldn’t finish the sentence. No one dared ask what would happen. I was about to leave when a guard sprinted toward me. “Alpha!” He was pale and looking agitated. He bowed and put a folded piece of paper into my hand. Lycan King. Bring money to the southern forest before sunrise tomorrow. You have eleven hours to prepare.

“Like… a real king?” His silver eyes glowed and they looked sad and angry at the same time. “The last Lycan King,” he said. “I remember my family. My pack. And the night Selene cursed me.” His voice dropped lower, rougher. “She didn’t just take my crown. She took me. She wanted to erase me like I never existed.” “That’s horrible,” I whispered, holding on to my pendant. It was so hot it almost burned me. I wondered why it always burned me for a second.

But now, he was acting like a saint. “Alpha," one of my warriors called through the mindlink, the urgency in his voice jerking me out of my thoughts and back to the present. “What is it?" I snapped. “The Lycan King is around." He announced and my face scrunched up in confusion, as I pulled myself up from the desk. “What? Why?” I asked, already moving towards the door and Derek followed behind knowing better than to ask any questions. “Where's he right now?"

Did she even possess the spark to become a wolf? Suddenly, a booming voice cut through the noise. Rygan, the Alpha King, stood on the dais, his powerful physique radiating an aura of untamed dominance. His eyes, usually a warm storm, blazed with an intensity that sent a shiver down her spine. Today, he wasn't just the leader; he was a predator waiting to be unleashed. Elise couldn't tear her gaze away. A forbidden heat blossomed in her chest, a yearning she couldn't explain. Alvira, his betrothed, stood beside him, a picture of icy elegance.