My Personal Lycan King Novels & Stories

"The doctor mentioned earlier that you have a weak constitution. Getting rid of the pregnancy could kill you." "I won't kill my babies," I whispered, hands protectively over my stomach. "But if you stay here..." Freya glanced around nervously. "Lucas and Mitchell won't let this threaten their position. You know how ruthless they can be." "The Lycan King is your only hope now. He needs to know what his son has done." My heart pounded as I made my way to the king's study, I pretended like I was coming to clean the kings study. The guards barely glanced at me.

Tolerate more of his insolence? "We do what we do best. Protect him at all cost. For some reasons. I don't have a good feeling about this new Lycan King." 'Neither of the Lycan Kings has never been to any good.' "In that case, we better prepare for the worst." - The arrival of the Lycan King, a hulking brute named Kaelen, was announced with a fanfare that felt ostentatious, even for our pack. He was all sharp angles and predatory grace, his eyes were a set of intelligent amber.

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.

I asked myself, standing there dumbfounded. “ He didn't want to startle you and what do you expect from a king? He can't keep idle here even for his mate,” she stated as a matter of fact. “ Stop that,” I said, snapping out of my thoughts. “ He is a king?” “ Lycan king.” “ But why did I forget about him?” I asked, I hope it's not related to some kind of betrayal, I thought, patiently waiting for her to answer. “ You should ask your wolf that question,” she said.

“Your Majesty, you are a guest here. A honoured one, but still a guest. Red Moon matters must be handled with care.” Caleb took one step forward, and the air changed. The lamps along the wall flickered. “I am also the Lycan King,” he said. “And I will say this once where every listening ear can carry it properly. If another wolf touches Alexander Grey, traps him, harms him, or uses rank to corner him, I will treat it as an attack on me.” A sharp breath passed through the wolves watching from nearby corners. Rowan’s face did not change, but Alexander saw his fingers tighten around the edge of his robe.

He retorted once again, but I stood transfixed to a spot with my mouth hung wide agape. “Leave? That's all you intend to say? How shameless can you really be? You irritate me down to the core erebus.” I retorted, clenching my fists. I could feel my blood boiling at an insane range; it was killing me way too much to listen to whatever crappy words the bastard had said, but I had not expected him to yell at me for any reason. “Yes. Leave. Stop acting like we are lovers. I married you only because I need an excuse; you don't get to pass out orders for me, and it seems you have forgotten your place in this pack. I am the Lycan King , and you tried to steal from me!”

It's really hard and very strange just to think that she could be from the company I feel like I want to kill her but there is something inside me that feels that I would never be able to do this if it really was like this. He got up from her side and quickly went to the window looking out at the sky, then muttered: What am I really going to do then! I'm Ayden, the king of the Lycans, I can't think of anything, not only that, but I'm confused between right and wrong. I can overlook right and wrong. I've been fooled by the bond before and thought I had a mate but this time it's completely different I feel something built inside me since I saw her eyes that looked like the black of the night.

My robe dragged on the ground as I raced yet again from one of the Lycan King's endless errands to be his fucking figurehead at a pack's bloody monthly meeting. I had just sat among measly little omegas and deltas for over four torturous hours listening to the pack leader ranting and foaming at the mouth about the "sporadic rise" in "pointless and reckless sexual relations" . I remembered his name for good measure. I would get a chance in the future to kill him when I take the throne from Alpha Lycan Zane and become king. I had just raced from that horrible nightmare to get informed that the Lycan king urgently summoned me in his personal court.

He asked, his hot breath slamming on my skin as he closed the distance. My chest heaved as I clenched my fist tightly trying my best to not appear as scared shitless as I was. “Do you have any idea who I am?” He added but his tone wasn't sounding harsh. In fact it still had this same amusement hinted on it. “Alpha Kieran called you the Lycan King,” I replied, trying to maintain some semblance of control. “Yes, I am the Lycan King and what you just did is an offence punishable by death,”

"Thank you for your honesty." As I turned to walk away, a whirlwind of thoughts swirled in my mind. I knew that this revelation changed everything, altering the course of our relationship and the destiny of our kingdom. But one thing remained constant—the love and connection between the Lycan King and me. Our bond was not defined solely by our ability to bear children but by the strength of our hearts and the depth of our devotion.