Given To The Lycan King Novels & Stories

Asher POV The vows were done. The marking was done. The crowd was still buzzing, Vanessa clinging to my arm like she’d just won a crown. My beta leaned in and whispered something in my ear. “The Lycan King won’t be coming anymore. He sent gifts… and says he’ll grant you that one request you’ve been pressing for.” I smirked at that, but it faded quickly. “That bastard is so full of himself,” I muttered under my breath.

Just then a golden crescent-shaped moon mark flickered across his forehead. My breath caught again. “What was that?” Warner glanced toward the door. “Keep your voice low. He is not someone we can afford to offend.” My eyes widened. “Who is this? Do you know him?” Warner carefully parted the Lycan’s locked jaws and dripped three drops of the potion into his mouth. “If I remember correctly…” He hesitated. “The person lying in front of us is none other than the Lycan King of the Lycan Kingdom.”

BJ tells me. I let out a sigh. "There is no other way BJ, I have to find it tonight. The quicker I find it the quicker he can fix everything. I'm the alpha daughter so if I do get caught what's the worse that can happen, he's not going to hurt his baby girl." We have been trying to find the location of the lycan king every since BJ and I went to this party. We overheard one of the alphas drunk kids at the party talking about how the lycan king is locked away, and that only the firstborn alphas and the alpha king have the maps to the location where he is locked away.

"That is dangerous. Is that not the abode of the witch who infiltrated the castle without triggering any alarms until she was gone? She is dangerous, and it would be foolish to go to the lioness's den." I looked at him, my resolve unshakable. "A king's duty is to protect his people, to stand in the face of danger, and to lead with courage. But above all, a king never abandons his queen." Hearing this, the Deltas looked at each other, then back at me. "Is that a royal declaration, Your Majesty?" one of them asked. "Yes," I replied, my voice filled with conviction. "My mate, Camille Dumont, is, as of this moment, the Queen of the Lycans. So let me ask you this question: Do the Lycans abandon o

He’s been watching since the ceremony. I looked at Rowan. ‘I understand if you want me to leave before he arrives. Whatever political obligation his arrival creates for you. I don’t want you to leave, Rowan said. He is the Lycan King. If he arrives here and finds you have been —’ Harboring you. Something in his voice was almost amused. Harboring is an interesting word for offering a guest a bed and breakfast. I stopped arguing. Not because I had run out of arguments but because I could see that they were not going to work, and I had learned a long time ago not to spend energy on immovable things.

Reina paused, as if to give me some time to process what she had just said. "His subjects were heartbroken. They did everything they could to save him, until a seer advised his people to find a human named Aliyah, a special human who had golden blood. Because her blood could save him and remove the curse from his body. The lycan king was saved, but the human died at the age of twenty-five." Her words were hard to swallow and my mind refused to understand them. I didn't want to think about it. I didn't want to face the truth of what she was saying.

I buried my face in my chest Maybe we should check, let's rip her clothes off to see if she's hiding a tail somewhere,” she ordered. I prayed fervently, hoping someone would come to my aid. “That's enough “ a deep voice cuts through the room. It was Wesley Blackwood, the Lycan king, the most feared monster among all kinds. “I mean, no one dares lay a hand on her,” he commanded. His steps were heavy as he walked towards us. My heart almost jumped out of my throat when I saw him emerge from the shadows.

Aelindra shouted, her voice sharp. Drevon seized his blade, blood dripping from his wounded arm. He approached the fallen king, his heart pounding. The king glared up at him, his glowing eyes filled with defiance even in his final moments. “You will never break the Lycans,” the king said, his voice a low growl. “Our spirit cannot be extinguished.” Drevon hesitated for the briefest of moments, then drove his blade into the king’s chest. The Lycan let out a final, ear-splitting roar, the sound filled with pain and fury. His massive body shuddered, then fell still.

The lycan calls out, smashing things around the room. Janice moves her hair from her neck. "Bare your neck and gift her your memory" She says to the lycan. He looks at her confused. I nod to Janice and plant my teeth in. Janice gifts me her memories of everything we've been through. "Thank you Janice" The lycan king remarkably lowers himself down to me. Tilting his head to the side, baring his neck. He looks broken behind the eyes but obedient. To me?

A bright light fell on them, and their hands got locked in some light wire. Then, a solid feminine voice filled the room. “The true king needs a special bond to those he trusts. And I think you just found your true Beta. There is only one problem we need to fix. To be the Beta to the strongest creature in our world. You need to be closer to his strength. Therefore, I will grant you a Lycan.” The moon-goddess says as she walks through the room.