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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.

Harry was piercing his gaze at Dante, as if trying to catch that emotions in his eyes that would serve as a trigger. “I know you want to take back your pack, I know you want power over your pack and I can help you get that, but aside from taking control of your pack, I am ready to give you the full support, so that way no Alpha king or Lycan king would dare cross you” “I understand what you mean, and I must say that it sounds appealing, but it's the Lycan king we speak about. He is the most powerful man in this north border and if it was easy for me to take him out, trust me, I would have done that”

The guardians themselves stilled, their molten eyes fixed on this singular figure, as though even they recognized his power. “Erebus!” Rafael’s voice rang out, hard as steel. “You dare set foot on Lycan soil?” The shadow king tilted his head, almost amused. His voice, when it came, was deep and resonant, echoing as if carried on the wind from every direction at once. “Lycan soil?” He let the words linger, tasting them. “This soil belonged to the Elders long before you claimed dominion. I am here to take back what was stolen.”

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.

The Lycan King had come to me after the surgery, after he had seen his son stabilized and breathing, and we had stood in the corridor outside the VIP ward and he had offered me something I hadn't expected. "I will find the ones responsible for the attack on your pack," he had said, his voice low and serious, the kind of serious that came from a man who had lived long enough to mean every word he said. "I have resources, connections, ways of extracting information that your wolves do not. Give me permission and I will hunt them down and deliver them to you in pieces." I had looked at him and I had seen the sincerity there, the genuine offer of violence on my behalf, and part of me, the part t

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.

The Hollow went dead silent. “I was rejected too,” he said. “My father said I was a mistake. The pack said I was a Lycan king.” He looked straight at the Fae lord. “The Moon doesn’t make mistakes with Lycan blood.” The Fae lord studied him for a long moment. Then he did something no one expected. He knelt. “I pledge fealty to the Young Lycan King,” he said. “And to his Lycan mother. And to his Lycan father.”

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.

"And now, I'm here to claim my queen." Lucas glared at Alexander, his muscles tensed and ready for a fight. "I won't stand by and let you take her against her wish," he growled. Alexander chuckled darkly, his eyes flashing with anger. "You have no idea what you're getting yourself into, pup," he said, his voice dripping with contempt. "I am the king of the Lycans, and I will have no problem tearing you and your little pack apart if you continue to defy me."

a short but muscular brown-haired guard suddenly ran over breathing hurriedly. "What is it?" the king inquired. "The Lycan king..." "What did he come with this time?" the king asked with disinterest clearly spelt on his face. Over the past few days, the Lycan king had been relentlessly sending gifts to the imperial palace. Even though King Benson never accepted it, Kyle Norman refused to give up. "He came with five lions and in their midst is a young woman who was forced to hold a big sign that read, "All wiz bloods are wimps,"