Dump The Alpha, Claim The Lycan King Novels & Stories

Conversations from my time at Pearl Harbour Pack with Nathaniel. Warnings whispered in hushed tones. Reports of a ruthless Alpha from the northern territories who’d been quietly expanding his influence through intimidation and strategic attacks. “Gryffindor Pack,” I hissed through clenched teeth, my eyes narrowing as the pieces fell into place. “So it’s you…” Alpha Kyle’s lips curved into a slow, dangerous smile. He stopped a few feet away from me, looking down with the kind of satisfaction that made my skin crawl. “Well, well,” he said, his voice smooth and cultured, completely at odds with the brutality of my kidnapping. “The little Luna has a brain after all. I’m impressed. Most people do

"Permit me to speak as your friend now, not just as the Beta of this kingdom. This is a bad idea. First of all we would be playing right into that beast's hands. You know what we say about wolves that have no code. That rogue doesn't play by the rules. He's totally reckless and would launch an attack on us breaking the visitors ethics. Your father usually said that a man that lives by no rules is a beast. Kal is right up there in that tier with them." I waved my right hand in the air dismissing his concerns. "If he attacks us like that, them I'll know he's as reckless as his father and he'll be worthless in my eyes. I really thought I'll count on you to be fearless when it comes to matters l

His sneer curled into something resembling amusement as his eyes landed on us. "Lucian," he drawled, his voice rough and mocking. "The mighty Alpha King, gracing my humble camp. To what do I owe this honor?" Lucian didn’t flinch. He stood tall, his voice calm but commanding. "You broke the sacred code of the packs. You allied with Damien, knowing his intent to destroy everything we stand for. I’m here to give you one chance—surrender." The rogue laughed, a guttural sound that grated on my nerves. "Surrender? To you? I think not. If you want me on my knees, Alpha King, you’ll have to put me there yourself."

"The sample reacted the moment I tried to seal it. It should never do that. I have never seen blood behave this way in thirty years of practice." Kael crouched to examine the shards without touching them, his expression unreadable. "Explain what you mean by behave." "It moved, my lord. On its own. Like it was alive." She looked at me now, and there was something close to fear in her eyes, though not the kind aimed at an enemy. It was the fear people reserve for something they do not understand. "My lord, I believe her bloodline is not merely rare. I believe it may be one the old texts warned us about, the kind meant to produce wolves capable of standing against Alphas and Lycan emperors both

"No sex." "Then you have a deal," she said. He scoffed. "A deal, my ass. Like you are some property." He pushed off the wall and walked to her, slowly morphing in shape until his beast was partially out. His eyes glowered and hair sprouted along his face. "I, Alpha-king, Mitch Chester, last surviving son of the Lycan race and King of the Alpine mountain Kingdom of Wolves asks you, Anna Kylin, daughter of Alpha Charles Kylin, to be his chosen mate."

There was less hesitation in her voice than usual. Less fear. The difference irritated me immediately. "I lost," I said coldly. The words tasted like poison. "I lost in front of everyone." Peony blinked. "I am the Alpha King." My voice echoed through the chamber. "The strongest werewolf alive. Or at least that's what everyone believed." A muscle ticked in my jaw. "Now they have all seen me lose." I looked away. "To a Lycan." Silence settled between us. For several moments, Peony simply stared.

"You don't have to..." He shook her off. His eyes met mine again and something flickered there. Pain? Regret? But it was gone so fast I might have imagined it. Then his face became a mask. Cold. Emotionless. The face of an Alpha about to make a hard decision. "I, Damon Blackwood, Alpha of the Crescent Moon Pack..." His voice rang out clear and strong across the silent ballroom. No. Please no. "...reject you, Aurora Sinclair, as my mate and future Luna."

The moonlight catching them reflected a bright hazel with so many colors shining through. They held confusion as they gazed into mine. Then they fluttered closed, and she was limp in my arms once again. “We need to move,” I told Damen over my shoulder. “Come on.” I shifted into my lycan form as we rushed through the trees. So many thoughts ran through my mind. I had to make a decision. And I needed to make it before we reached the castle walls. If I brought her in, it would only be a matter of time before everyone would discover she was an alpha

“I am the daughter of Alpha Oren. You have entered Redfur land without permission.” Jasper did not react with surprise. His weapon remained at his side, and his posture remained relaxed yet controlled. “We came here to speak with your father,” he replied in a firm but calm voice. “My name is Jasper. I am the Alpha of the Moon Crimson pack.” Her eyes moved for a brief moment to his powerful gaze, and a flash of recognition appeared there, yet she did not relax her guard. “You are the Lycan king, correct?” she asked. “That is right,” Jasper answered.

Now, it was time to do what we came for… I nodded at Asriel, and we both knelt on one knee, placing our right hands on our chests. I made the speech for both of us. "I am Felix Dubois, Alpha of the Crimson Mountain Pack, and I'm here with Asriel Dubois, the leader of Sky Town and lycans living in Crimson Mountain. We are the sons of the Lycan King, Kane Dubois, the late rightful Alpha of the Crimson Mountain Pack. We came here to pledge loyalty to the Alpha King, and the Werewolf Kingdom." Silence filled the entire hall. My gaze fell on Tyrion; a grin spread across his mouth as he nodded his head, acknowledging my words.