Given To The Lycan King Mga Nobela at Kwento

I could see the huge proud smile on the Lycan King's face as he informed his sons that I was his reward for being a good king. As the Lycan king told his sons about his latest conquest which involved raiding my village and killing as much people as he could, I felt hate boil inside of me. I felt great boil inside of me to a point that all I wanted to do was to walk towards the Lycan King and stab him on the neck until he kept his mouth shut for good. "I am going to have her in my bed tonight," the Lycan King said with his mind clouded with lust.

He retorted once again, but I stood transfixed to a spot with my mouth hung wide agape. “Leave? That's all you intend to say? How shameless can you really be? You irritate me down to the core erebus.” I retorted, clenching my fists. I could feel my blood boiling at an insane range; it was killing me way too much to listen to whatever crappy words the bastard had said, but I had not expected him to yell at me for any reason. “Yes. Leave. Stop acting like we are lovers. I married you only because I need an excuse; you don't get to pass out orders for me, and it seems you have forgotten your place in this pack. I am the Lycan King , and you tried to steal from me!”

I laughed, "What King?" On hearing my voice her eyes raised to mine. "The Lycan king of course." She replied. "I didn't realise that there were two Lycan Kings. Beta Cenat." I smiled. "In case you don't know, this is the supreme ruler of the entire Lycanthropy, Lycan King Adrian Grey." Cenat said. Her eyes went white in fear, "Forgive me your highness." I grabbed her by the shirt, "I don't mind torturing girls, I can take your life now and no one would question me."

“If they want war, they’ll get one. But they’ll learn one thing before this ends.” “What’s that?” I whispered. He turned to me, and his eyes weren’t just Damon’s anymore. They were the eyes of a king. A Lycan King. “That no one touches what’s mine.” —

Your love, Otsana. I stared at the screen, disbelief and anger flooding my veins. “You’re a monster,” I whispered. He chuckled darkly. “Call me whatever you want, my queen. But this is for the best.” He snapped the phone’s back open, removed the SIM card, and broke it in half. Before I could stop him, he placed the pieces in his mouth and swallowed them. “You’re insane,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. He leaned in close, his breath warm against my ear. “Watch your tongue, Otsana. I am the Lycan King. I rule over all the packs in this kingdom. You will show me respect.”

Beside her, Adrian's presence offered her comfort and strength. His hand gently squeezed hers, his eyes filled with adoration as he looked at her. "Are you ready, my love?" he asked softly, his voice carrying the weight of his emotions. Alessia turned to him, a soft smile playing on her lips. "Yes, Adrian. I'm ready," she replied, her voice filled with determination. She took a deep breath, feeling a surge of excitement coursing through her veins. Today marked a new beginning for both of them, as they were about to officially become the lycan king and queen.

The light, like his golden eyes, was glaring and imposing, making it hard to look directly at him. —That indifferent man was nothing like my Luc. Every noble lining up to hand him tributes like the sun itself had stepped onto their soil. Each one offered something rarer than the last — enchanted weapons, lunar pearls, gem-forged armor blessed by ancient alphas. Then, each person who had given a gift excitedly walked down, starting to discuss Lucian. "Never has anyone said that the Lycan King is so handsome! It's truly captivating..." “Shh! That's not the focus today！,” someone whispered. “...The Lycan King, to visit a werewolf province personally… has it ever happened before?”

“Your Majesty, you are a guest here. A honoured one, but still a guest. Red Moon matters must be handled with care.” Caleb took one step forward, and the air changed. The lamps along the wall flickered. “I am also the Lycan King,” he said. “And I will say this once where every listening ear can carry it properly. If another wolf touches Alexander Grey, traps him, harms him, or uses rank to corner him, I will treat it as an attack on me.” A sharp breath passed through the wolves watching from nearby corners. Rowan’s face did not change, but Alexander saw his fingers tighten around the edge of his robe.

“It takes real talent to steal a man and still look like a consolation prize. At least I dodged the STD you probably share.” Genevieve’s eyes narrowed, but before she could retort, the room quieted. The Lycans had arrived. Heads lowered in respect. Even I, embittered as I was, dipped mine. Lycans were more powerful than werewolves in every way. The King and Queen entered first, cloaked in deep purple and black. Then came their son, Justin, the heir to the throne, expected to take over by year's end. His name alone sent whispers through every pack. Most women dreamed of being his queen. For a time, he had been a reckless devil, but he had recently gotten engaged to a royal beauty.

She turned, her cloak sweeping the floor, and then, she signaled the people behind her, giving them a sharp nod. ​ "We will wait, King Ronan. We will wait for the moment your 'sanctuary' fails. And it will fail. Because a human heart stops, but you see a Lycan’s grudge? It is eternal." As they began to exit, i took a step back, completely frozen. Now it finally clicked. I wasn't equal to anyone here. I was just a piece in their game, a pawn she was ready to sacrifice. It didn't matter how powerful Ronan was. We were playing a game where the rules were already rigged from the start.