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He and his brother only equaled three. "What do you want with her?" Maxwell stepped aside. His voice had lowered. Something felt special about the Lycan before him. He didn't look usual like the ones they say in textbooks. He looked ancient. "That would be none of your business. Step aside" he pushed Maxwell aside. As he bent to pick Amelia up, Maxwell caught a glimpse of his eyes. They were hidden perfectly well but still, he managed to see them. Maxwell swallowed hard. They were orange. The lycan before him was royalty. Only the leader of the lycans has orange eyeballs whenever they shifted forms to their forms. One could not tell the difference if they were in their human forms but now, i

But the queen was restless, and she couldn't bear the thought of Liliana taking her daughter's place as the Lycan King's mate instead of her daughter. As she lay in bed beside him, she whispered urgently, "We have to do something. Our daughter is in pain because of that mere slave girl who's snatching her place. We can't let this go on any longer." The pack leader sighed deeply, his thoughts deep in contemplation. "I know," he finally said. "But what can we do? The Lycan King is a powerful man, and we can't just go against him like that." The queen sat up abruptly, her eyes flashing with determination. "We have to find a way. We can't just let Liliana take our daughter's place. We have to ma

Sicily growled. Alpha Joy chuckled crisply, but her heart actually sank, especially since this time her opponent was the strongest Lycan Queen. As rumour had it, Sicily's abilities surpassed King Lycan Edward's. "The old Lycan is still not necessarily exhausted, now a Lycan Queen appears. Wow!" "Wait here, let me continue!" Sicily stood up to challenge Alpha Joy. Although she was an Alpha Female, her guts were high enough to provoke an alpha.

I remarked, rising from my seat and circling the table to stand before Alpha Killian, my gaze locking on him. Fear flickered in his eyes, swiftly masked by false confidence. Intriguing. “Have you ever heard of the Lycan King?” I inquired, my tone low and measured. “And what's your name?” “They don't exist; it's folklore. I'm Alpha Killian,” he retorted, meeting my gaze head-on.

Lyra. Scrawled again and again in the margins, next to diagrams of bloodlines. My eyes narrowed as I traced the lineage drawn in ink. A line of queens, each marked with the crest of the old Lycans. The line ended in a bold slash across the page, the words extinct written in Dominic’s hand. But beneath it, another name had been added later. Different ink. Darker. Sharper. Lyra. I froze. No. That wasn’t possible. The last Lycan Queen had been slain centuries ago. Her bloodline destroyed, hunted to the ends of the earth. Yet here, in my father’s hidden laboratory, her descendant’s name appeared like a brand.

He was something far above that. A Lycan. And not just any Lycan. The Lycan King. A strange mixture of shock and disbelief flooded my thoughts. Dane, however, clearly hadn’t expected this reaction. His jaw tightened as he glanced at the uneasy council members. “You can’t be serious,” he said sharply. “You’re going to let that distract you from the real issue?” His voice sounded more strained than confident now. The council leader’s attention remained fixed on Luciano. “Are you claiming Camilla Lynch as your mate?” he asked carefully.

I touched my neck—the scent-masker was hot, vibrating against my skin. I was winning. I was breaking him. But as I looked at my children sleeping peacefully, I realized the terrifying truth: Silas wasn't just losing his company. He was losing his life. And the only thing that could save the Lycan King was the very woman he had cast out to die. I sat on the edge of the bed, my hands shaking. I had come for revenge, but I hadn't realized that watching him die would feel like dying all over again.

Progress. I walked into the square without drawing. The Lycan on the chain squinted down his nose. “Foreign,” he said, as if the word tasted like dust. “Name your business or be gone.” “I am Kael,” I said, and let the title come like a hammer dropped from a quiet height. “King of the Lycans.” They laughed. The sound had the wobble of men who don’t want to look past the thing that keeps them safe. “Equal to none,” said the tallest. His armor showed the sigil of a sunburst clamped in a fist. “Especially not to dogs.”

I smiled, cold and royal and nothing like the girl he rejected. “War begins at dawn,” I mouthed back. Because it does. For Elias. For my crown. For the five years I spent learning that ‘wolfless’ doesn’t mean ‘powerless.’ It means ‘Lycan.’ And the Lycan Queen has returned.

“Eros.” Then she smiled again before she could stop herself. The second girl groaned immediately. “Oh no.” “What?” “You already like him.” “I do not.” “You absolutely do.” The silver haired girl looked back down toward him again. “I’ve never seen anyone like him before.” “That’s because there isn’t anyone else like him.” “What is he?” “He’s not human.” That caught her attention immediately. “What do you mean?” The second girl crossed her arms. “He’s the Lycan King.”