Lachlan Watson Gender Novels & Stories

“Lachlan is the last of the Livingston line. Once the pack sees him rotting away in that west wing, they will lose faith. My son, Cillian, has already been training the younger warriors. They like him. He is charismatic. He is everything Lachlan isn't right now. By next month, the pack will be begging for a new Alpha. We will hold a vote, and the Livingston name will be a footnote in history.” Silas nodded, but his eyes drifted toward Kaia. She hadn't said a word since Lachlan left. “And what about her? Her father isn't going to be happy that the mating didn't happen tonight. He expected a foothold in this pack immediately. He won't be patient while we play politics with your son.”

LACHLAN This whole week has been nothing but great. I had just closed a million-dollar deal with a company I've been chasing throughout the year. I had my beautiful wife waiting for me at home, and our son or daughter was going to be born soon. Amelia didn't want to find out the gender before the baby was born. She said it would ruin the thrill of having our first child. She wanted it to be a surprise for both of us. I, on the other hand, so badly wanted a daughter.

Lachlan spat, and he wiped a smear of mud from his chin while glaring down at me with glowing yellow eyes. He was a born werewolf with heightened senses and bone-crushing strength, while I was just the human charity case the Alpha had dragged in from the slums years ago. I pushed myself up onto my knees, and I ignored the ringing in my ears while I reached into the deep pocket of my cargo pants. "You hit like a bitch, Lachlan," I rasped out, and I deliberately coughed a glob of bloody spit onto the toe of his expensive leather boot. That was all it took to break his fragile ego, and he let out a guttural roar before lunging at me with his claws fully extended.

LACHLAN Lachlan couldn’t explain what it was that had clouded his judgment like that to take an omega in his throne room. In all his years the king had never once found himself unable to control his arousal or the need to fuck. A forced rut? To Lachlan, it was a phenomenon he’d never once experienced and didn’t need to. A Lycan Alpha wasn’t to be likened to a werewolf Alpha. Lachlan was the last Lycan Alpha of his bloodline, and while most werewolf Alphas experienced ruts regularly, for Lycans it was sparse and had never been as intense for the Lycan king on the rare occasions of his rut.

He said, looking down at Claire, who smiled up at him as if she had gained everything that she was fighting for. “Claire is going to be my Luna, our pack Luna. Just as we had always planned, it is time for our water to run back in its track. Our pack should never have been run by a failure and a weak link, but now I believe that Claire is going to be able to restore things.” He said casually. I didn’t wait to hear what else he was going to say, I didn’t want to. I looked back one more time before nodding as tears fell from my eyes. One day, very soon, you are going to regret this.

Lachlan As I stood on the deck of my yacht, the warm breeze whipping my hair into a frenzy, I couldn't help but feel a sense of turmoil brewing inside me. Quinn, with her piercing green eyes and unyielding spirit, had managed to awaken a maelstrom of emotions I thought I'd long buried. My desire for her was all-consuming, a flame that threatened to engulf me whole. Yet, it was more than just lust that drove me. I yearned for her to love me, to accept me for all that I was—dark past, secrets, and all.

“I don’t know what I want from you. But you have spent so long trying to run from me in fear of hurting me that even now when there is no danger, you try to run still.” He watches me, then runs a hand down his face, looking worn out and tired. “I am trying to do what is best.” He sighs. “And what exactly is the best mode here?” I ask him. “We are granted only one true mate. ONE. that is you. I am the Luna, Lachlan. The queen of the supernatural. Do you truly think it would be a good look for me to deny my mate when I am meant to ensure the laws and rules of everyone?”

“Who is Mary and what do you even know about wolf mates?” “Sir Ronan's wife.” Lachie said. “I will play the same game with her once I set my eyes on her.” “Don't ever say that again, Lachlan!” I breathed with anger. “If you ever try it in my house…” “Okay, mom.” Lachie replied, innocently willing to show remorse. “I won't do it any time…” “It's not for you kids!” I exclaimed, my eyes fixed on his face. “I wonder how you knew that anyways.”

Joseph recognised him and called out. “Lachlan!” Lachlan turned around and walked back towards Joseph and Dane with a big smile on his face. He greeted Joseph with enthusiasm, shaking his hand. “Beta Dane, this is my friend Lachlan. We studied finance together, and he’s one of our best customers. Can’t keep him away from the place.” Dane shook Lachlan’s hand. Anyone who was filling his bank account on a regular basis was a friend of his. The girl had joined Lachlan, and she was exactly the type of girl Joseph had predicted the Green Plains men would pay highly for: pale skin, light hair, and unmistakably from the Cape.