Novel & Cerita Marriage Alliance With The Lycan Monarch

They tell me. “I promise that I would rather die than hurt your daughter again, I have learned my lesson,” I assure them. “Maverick, do not forget that she may be your mate but she is also the King of the Lycans and she has responsibilities to the pack. When you marry her, you shall become her consort, is that something you will be okay with?” they tell me.

" I'm sorry Lycan... I just... She claimed you are hers and I disagree " " Why would you disagree? She is telling the Truth " Lycan's response stunned Lara so much that she staggered backward. With her face immediately whiten, her lips trembling she asked. " How do you mean you are hers? " " I'm married to her. She is my wife. Amelia Chester and I are bonded together by the moon goddess herself and we married under the moonlight " Another shock for Lara. She look down at Lycan's fingers and frown.

I could tell he knew I was right, and I couldn’t help but smirk to myself. “What do you propose we do, then?” “I’ve done my research on you.” I raised an eyebrow, “You very famously don’t have a Luna, which is very rare for a Lycan and I’m guessing that’s why you were in such a hurry to use a surrogate – you need an heir, and you want to compete for the Lycan throne. I’ll go back with you to the Lycan nation on my terms. I propose a contract marriage, which immediately settles our first issue of the pup’s lineage. As the eldest daughter of the Werewolf President, I would also benefit from your bid for the throne. We would both look good in this situation, it’s a win-win.”

It reminded me of the expression Nikkini always had on her face when one of her plans went the way she wanted it to go. But she was my only informant. So the Lycan had been married before? Why had Triss neglected to tell me this piece of information? Had I known his former wife? And what exactly could a woman do that would get her displaced from her position as High Luna? “The other one? You’re telling me the Lycan had a wife before Maliya?” I asked her dubiously. “Spot on!” She replied in glee. “He had a fated mate!” She whispered conspiratorially.

She brings my hand up to her mouth, placing a kiss on the back of my hand. As I lay here with her in my arms, I silently thank the moon goddess for giving me her. These past years with her have been the best years of my whole life. I use to think to have a mate would make me weak. I am the lycan king, I am the monster that people are afraid of, the monster that would kill anyone without a second thought, and I was fine with being that monster. I didn't want some woman trying to change me into something I was not, so I never wanted a mate.

What he hadn't told me, I realised as I stared at them, was that he was in love with me and happy to be with me. "They can't marry me off to the Lycan King," she said, her voice breaking. "I can't marry him, Zeke. Do you know how many men he's killed? He took the throne from his own father when he was sixteen." Lyra was to get married to the Lycan King of the North on the same day I was to marry Zeke. This had been a deal from my father to strengthen his borders. And as much as I also detested the pact based on the rumours of the Lycan King, we had to keep our side of the agreement unless he would ruin us all.

My mum could be unfair and strange at times, why would she want me to go check up on the prisoner? The prisoner was actually a powerful Lycan king of the paxon pack that was captured by our pack years ago, I think his name is Kayden or so?. He was sold out by his beta to our pack. My dad, the Alpha of our pack, was a cruel and cunning man. He always wanted power and fame to himself and he saw the Lycan king as a threat because his pack was more powerful than ours, so he used the greedy beta of the Lycan king's pack to capture the Lycan king. Aside from that, my dad also did so many horrible things to the Lycan king's pack, he killed the Lycan king's beta that helped him, raped his mate to de

Silas stood up from his chair and returned quickly with a glass of water. I took them from his hands chugged them down my throat, and gave him back the empty glass. “Do you still want to marry her after what they did to you? You are a Lycan Dorian. A Lycan.” His voice shook. I started to button my shirt with a sly smile on my lips. “So do as I say, it’s an order.” I let out a low growl. “Yes, Alpha Dorian.” He bared his neck in submission and swallowed up the words he wanted to say. I could see the look on his face, how worried he looked.

I tossed it at him hard before he could dodge it. What a shallow minded moron. He shifted far from me, then he smoothen his shirt. The rod landed on his shoulder. “I didn’t mean to do that, guy. Your words aren’t just helping the situation.” I apologized. “Huhm….it’s fine, I understand how you’re feeling right now. So what are you gonna do with her ?” He asked. “Honestly, I can never accept her, it would be a dent on my royal crown when I become the Lycan King.” I responded.

He was a Lycan, a stronger and older race. In battle, they fought in a half-human, half-wolf form, making them more agile and powerful than ordinary werewolves. But Lycans were very rare. "But how are you here?" I asked, finally taking his hand for a handshake. "Tracking a few vicious rogues," he said, furrowing his brow. I remembered Blake mentioning rogue attacks along the border recently. Just then, a doctor walked over. "I'm sorry, Alpha Logan. We did our best, but we couldn't stop your brother's bleeding."