King Lover Novels & Stories

“He’s the Werewolf King.” My heart stopped. And then he added, voice barely audible— “And he just claimed you as his mate.”

Hector replied. I didn't know much about werewolf and Lycan politics but I did find it odd to hear that the Lycan kingdom, especially the king of the Lycans would be visiting the Lily of the Valley pack. Lycans were like distant cousins to werewolves but it did not mean that they liked us. Both species hated themselves. So hearing my father talking about receiving the Lycan king with glee made it seem like I was missing something so I stopped eating and listened instead. This was probably the first time that I had taken interest in the matters of the pack. "How are the pheasants we are breeding?" My father asked Hector. "We have to make a good impression and what better way to do that than t

It was three days after the king and queen left for their honeymoon when Sir Luke summoned the elders to have a trial for the Lokey family. For the first time since their arrest, the Lokeys and their followers were confident about their prospects. Without their supposedly bewitched king, who was on a rampage to impress his queen at their cost, they felt that no one would dare go against them. It was a few minutes after the court resumed that they realised how wrong they were. Sir Luke, Lucas and many others, from both tribes had worked behind the scenes to collect all the evidence there could get and it did not look good for the Lokey’s.

The blade dug deeper into my skin, and I felt warm blood trickle down my neck. A low growl rumbled from Ronan’s chest, and the rogues glanced at each other with unease. “Now kneel,” the rogue leader ordered, but my husband didn't move, and he cautiously started to approach. “I said kneel, or I'll kill her!” he growled. Ronan would never kneel, he is the lycan king, and kings don't bow to anyone. It's either he'd let them kill me or tear them all apart, but he did something I didn't expect.

He wished that his son would sooner forgive himself for the past than later, but again, Kane was a stubborn man. "I'm not the same man I was years back. I'm getting too old for this game and you know that. I hope you can be understanding and seenwhy I had to do what I did," he reasoned, aware that Kane was a prideful man who hated being pushed into a corner. "You're my only heir, the sole successor to my throne." "I'm not your only heir, father. Kate is very much alive, in case you've forgotten," he spoke coldly, fighting hard to keep his anger at bay. They had barely reconciled and yet they were already butting heads. Just like in the past.

“King Asher will not take kindly to delays.” King Asher. The ruthless Lycan King. The room spun. I wasn’t Aya Johnson anymore. I was Marie-Anne Rose Crown. And, the ruthless Lycan King, one the whole wolf world had heard about, one that had a history of ending 50 Alphas and wiping off 30 wolf packs, was my fiancé.

A lust that I couldn’t explain. I read a lot about the Roessler family in my commoner days. Marlon Roessler was the most honored nobleman, master of the Roessler family, and the only one capable of competing with the King himself. Only the most fierce and coldblooded can dare compete with the King and Marlon happens to be that werewolf.

“I, Queen Kimarhi of Lion Island, crown you, Lorcan of Wolf Island: My King, My Fated, and My Home.” I prick my thumb to draw out the blood. I slowly anoint his forehead with a crimson circle and follow it with a kiss. Lorcan then does the same to me with his blood. “I, Lorcan of Wolf Island, accept you, Kimarhi of Lion Island. My Queen, My Fated, and My Home. As Your King, I will protect you and our lands with my life.” The kiss on my lips that follows his promise is electrifying. I know in my soul he means the words. I must break the kiss, or I will rip his clothes off.

I asked in a shocked tone. “Marry me, pledge your loyalty to me,” he said. “You do know that I am the Lycan King’s breeder?” I asked, trying to be sure that I had heard the words right. “I do, but this will be the most hostile power takeover, he wouldn’t see it coming,” he smirked. The nurse stared at him, her eyes filled with untamed anger, “Maverick!” she hissed, moving closer to him, leaving Ace and Aria.

I whisper, he nods and drives me back to my brother's pack. "Do you always open the door for females?" I ask. "No, only the ones I like," He says truthfully. "So you like me," "I thought it was obvious," I'm lost for words and I settle on, "I have a mate," "Which one?" His question takes me by surprise but I don't show it, does he mean Amos? How does he know about that? "The Lycan King, Leondre Lavista," I say confidently. "As far as I know, that man is marrying Alaiah, so what will you be? His mistress,"