My Personal Lycan King Novels & Stories

“What a pleasant surprise I must say.” I stepped forward and when Tyler tried to stop me, I smiled at him to be calm. “Hello, Sir, I am Gwendolyn Mcgregor and I am the wife of King Ashton which makes me the Queen of the Lycans. I and my partner have come to speak to you about the recent kidnap of one of us. We don't want troubles ju_” He busted out laughing loudly, cutting me off in a rude manner. “You,” he pointed at me, “are the Queen of the Lycans? The wife of the very man we seek?”

"Oh, I'm shaking, I am so scared. You think you can intimidate me, Kael? I'm not afraid of you. You know that, I am the big brother and you the little one. It’s surprising how a kid like you got dad’s pack and I was discarded, not fair is it?” I took a step closer, my eyes blazing with rage. "You should be. I'm not the same weakling you used to push around. I'm the alpha now, and I won't hesitate to defend my pack. And I got the throne 'cause I deserve it, if you have any problem suck it up.” Kieran sneered. "Your pack? Ha! Do you mean the group of misfits and weaklings you've gathered around you? Please. I'll have them do my bidding in no time."

Which I almost believe with how he gags around humans. Draco, is my wolf. Though not just any wolf. He's the Lycan King. Both of us in reign of the kingdom of Leaden. I came here with business, but as always I was just disappointed. But as the king I'm required to do all these things, even when they sometimes just want me to bite my own head off.

I demanded, trying to push past her. The person refused to budge, protesting that she had to protect Felicity from me. "You don't understand," I said, my voice rising in anger. "I need to talk to her. Now." The person looked at me with a steely gaze. "I know who you are," she said. "You're the Lycan king. And I'm not going to let you hurt Felicity." I recognized the person's face as one of my former prisoners, who was part of a rebel group trying to depose me of my throne. "You're making a mistake," I growled, trying to intimidate her. "Move out of my way, or you'll regret it."

But as he violently pounded my pussy from behind, my mind was no longer on the man behind me. I had a new target now. The Lycan King. King Lyall was far more powerful than Kane. The very first time I laid eyes on him in the courtyard, I had been utterly conquered by the raw masculine power radiating from him. The King's cock had to be enormous, and there was no doubt he could fuck for hours. If I ever ended up in his bed, I'd probably lose my mind from the pleasure. But the physical pleasure wasn't even the most crucial part. More importantly, he was Ren’s mate. Anyone Ren liked, I would steal away!

Her hands trailed my face, fascinated at it. " A lycan," I explained. " I am the lycan king, Larry" A gasp escaped her lips, her eyes white as she stared at me. " I didn't know... I didn't..." as though she had finally gotten her senses back, she shoved me aside. " Let me go!" Her hands peeled off mine as she tried to stand upright only for her knees to buckle to the ground, but I caught her before she could. " Let me" I implored. " Don't tell me you were going to kill yourself because of your sister and your fiancé?" I questioned.

My legs shook under me, and, before I could collapse to the ground, I turned around and ran back to my room. I slammed the door behind me and pressed my head against it, whimpering. No, no, no, no! A tiny part of me had still hoped it was a coincidence. I’d hoped that the man last night was a random visitor from the Lycan King’s guard and that the Lycan King had somehow found his second chance mate at the same time. Now, that seemed like a silly hope. Valen Montclair, the Lycan King – I was impossibly unlucky to be his mate.

He replied, continuing to walk. “Is King Marcelo going to be gracing us with his presence this year?” Jason asked the king. “Well. We are not certain. He never responded to the letter,” the King replied. The Lycan King? Did they invite him? The cold-blooded killer was invited to the convention? I wondered, following behind. If at all the Lycan will be here, I made a note to make sure that I avoid them at all costs. They were ruthless and dominant.

He, too, wanted to help the king… but he knows this is a conflict only the king himself could resolve. “I’ve always known you’re going to be a problem to me, Damon. I knew… but I chose to hope that you will see the betterment of your pack with my help. I was wrong!” Another scratch across the Lycan king’s chest. “You can never control me, Great Alpha. You bought this on yourself. I was only keeping it in because I felt so lost…. now that I knew what I had to do, I won’t let you disrespect me or my wolves anymore.”

I regarded him coldly. “Who the hell are you?" He cocked his head, obviously amused by ‘whatever I couldn't place my fingers on.’ “I'm Luciano, the Lycan king of Moon pack, and your fated mate!" I had barely processed his words when his arms possessively wrapped around my waist as he lowered his lips to mine. “If you want to be kissed so badly, I should be the right person for that,” he said and before I could reply, he took my lips in a hungry but painful kiss.