Given To The Lycan King Novels & Stories

The door was sent flying in the air, hitting against the wall and reducing into pieces of dust. " How dare you touch her with your dirty hands?" Brendon roared, breathing furiously, his eyes were bloodshot red giving off a murderous melody. " Leave her you bastards!" He roared, and there was a disastrous interaction of lightning waves. It was so bright that I couldn't keep my eyes open. After a few seconds the light beams disappeared, from there walked a huge beast like werewolf. No , not a werewolf but a Lycan King. The legendary beast who was king of werewolves. I have only heard this from other slaves during my time in prison but witnessing it with my eyes sends shivers down my spines.

They mostly cherish and care for their mates because if they lose them, they would forever be broken, but in reverse was the case in my situation; my mate wanted me dead, probably why he made me the royal food taster knowing how dangerous the job was. Sighing, I pulled myself up and was about to move when there was a sudden knock on the door. Knowing my bedmate, she wouldn’t knock before entering, so I was certain that she wasn’t the one. Lifting my brows and pushing up my lips, I masked my pains and presented a polite face as I opened the door. “Yes?” “The king requires your presence in his chamber,” delivered the lycan guard wolf who was standing before me. I could tell his identity from h

He was daring me to speak otherwise. I was still trying to process his words when he continued, "by tomorrow evening, the Lycan king of Soul pack will be coming down here to take you. You have been offered to him to produce an heir for him. I'm assuming you have no problem with this arrangement, do you?" His aura grew terrifying as he paused the glass mid-way his lips to pin me astute eyes. I dared not say anything to him but I knew deep down that my world was spinning me as I struggled to digest everything he had just said. My heart impossibly shattered even more, making me stagger back as a stray tear rolled down my shocked cheeks.

Which I almost believe with how he gags around humans. Draco, is my wolf. Though not just any wolf. He's the Lycan King. Both of us in reign of the kingdom of Leaden. I came here with business, but as always I was just disappointed. But as the king I'm required to do all these things, even when they sometimes just want me to bite my own head off.

“Let me introduce you to King Alaric Anjou the Third. The King of all humans, werewolves, and magical creatures alike.” I nodded slowly, tracing the lines of the drawing. He looked so much like Lucien it made my skin crawl. “So he’s of French stock, too?” I asked, trying to keep my voice casual while admiring the picture. “Is that all you have to say?” Vivienne asked, her tone dripping with disappointment. “What did you want me to say?” I shot back. “I don't know—show that you're impressed! I just found out that the entity inside of you slept with the Lycan King himself. I cracked the code, Seraphina!” She threw her hands up in the air as if she had just won a marathon.

"It means something different. We have gifts the alphas do not possess. We are healers, nurturers, survivors. Do not let them convince you that you are worthless." Her words are kind, but they cannot erase a lifetime of being told I am a mistake. I squeeze her hand, grateful for her compassion even if I cannot believe her reassurance. After Mary leaves, I force myself to eat a little. I will need my strength for what is coming. That night, I couldn't sleep. I lie in my bed and stare at the ceiling, wondering what tomorrow will bring. I have heard stories about the Lycan King. They say he murdered his own uncle to take the throne. They say he tears apart enemies with his bare hands. They say

All I wanted was to make sure that I was satisfied. As he walked towards me, I tried to recall his appearance and made a scenario of him, ramming his cock in and out of me with extreme savagery as I masturbated. The footsteps arrived before me, and before I knew it, I felt a strong pair of hands grab me, lifting me off the tiles. I looked up, and my blurry vision made out the face of the Lycan king. He took off his royal attire and wrapped it around my bare body, covering me from the peering eyes of everyone in the ball.

He stepped closer instead, his eyes glowing like molten emeralds. “You and your kind deserve no mercy,” he said coldly. “You wolves have been a thorn in the flesh of every lycan. Today, that ends. You found our hideout and cost me two of my brothers. I know your name—and I know exactly what you are. And when I’m done with you, you’ll curse the day you became my mate.” His words froze the air in my lungs. “Take her away!” he commanded. Hands gripped my arms and dragged me backward, my heart hammering as I stared at him in disbelief.

The guards barely glanced at me. I slipped inside, finding the Lycan King at his desk. He looked up, his golden eyes piercing through me. "Your Majesty." I dropped into a deep bow, my whole body shaking. "I... I need to tell you something about your son." He set down his quill, studying me with an unreadable expression. "Speak." "King Alex is our only choice," Freya whispered, squeezing my hand. "He needs to know what his son did to you."

She had been holding them too right that her knuckles were white. “It’s a pleasure, father.” Killian placed a hand over his chest, giving a curt bow. “I’m just following the dream you instilled in me as a child. Today the Lycans are at our mercy because of that.” “Soon, they’ll know who’s their real King.” The spectators in the room nodded with glee and a few of them raised their chalices.