Novel & Cerita Rebirth: Fated To The Lycan King

The sound of her voice sounded frenzy as they faltered. "She's the beginning of a new revolution... Having the ability of a seer and a Lycan... A new born ability that has never been from ages," Vivian said and gazed at Roy. Roy grunted, He did not know if he should smile or feel bad about it. He shook his head and spied on Cara for a moment.

I rejected Iris, the living reminder of my brother and the years of abuse. Even the thought of Elias made me nauseous. I hate myself for being soft when it came time to finish him. I hope he’s dead in the woods somewhere. But deep down, I know he’s coming back for her and for me as the Lycan King. Goddess knows how. He thought he could come back and disrupt everything I’d built. But he was wrong. This was my territory, my pack.

" A vague explanation. "My direct ancestor? That doesn't make sense please. You are saying Adalia is my great grandmother? I saw her baby die in my vision so how is that possible? And why is it natural for you to know about her?" "You are her. Reborn. And due to her rebirth which resulted in you, Freya, you had to be you to survive. It is only natural for me to know about her because I had to do my research about the one who would break the curse on the Lycan."

He reached down and grabbed my hand, gently bringing it to his lips. “I – I don’t understand,” I said. “It’s not uncommon in Lycans,” he explained. “As you know, Valen and I were already mated once. For our kind, the death of a mate is soul-rending; we rarely recover from the loss.” I searched his eyes. He spoke so matter-of-factly, I’d have thought he was listing off what he’d had for breakfast.

I stood on the balcony, wrapped in Theo's arms, my entire body humming with the newly formed bond between us. My fingers trembled slightly against his chest, but I felt a warmth spreading through me, an expanding heat that wasn't quite confidence – more like inevitability. Two days ago, I'd been simply Emma Maxwell, gamma of the Blood Moon Pack with an Alpha wolf I kept carefully hidden. Now I was mate to the Lycan King, and nothing would ever be the same again.

"You... you murdered the old King?" "We took care of a problem," Rowan corrected coldly. "But we made one massive mistake. We let his son live. We thought a useless pup wouldn't survive the winter alone. But Cassian didn't die. He crawled into the shadows, built himself an army of loyalists, took back his crown, and now he's the Lycan King. He’s spent years waiting for the perfect moment to destroy us. And this Peace Gathering? This is his move." The room went completely silent, save for the quiet ticking of the grandfather clock in the corner.

“But I cannot act. You know the rules.” Fenrir’s golden eyes narrowed. “Well, 'you' can’t interfere. But I must. Those girls are the key to the rebirth of the Lycan royals. The child Sloane carries is the first true Lycan born in over centuries. He is destined to restore the royal line.” His lip curled in a snarl. “That slithering snake knows it. She wants the boy controlled, twisted to her will.” He turned to Selene, resolve hardening his features. “I’m taking a little trip. I’ll speak to my descendant, the child in her belly. Through him, I’ll awaken the power they need to break free.”

My claws itch, torn between longing and suspicion. I slam the laptop shut, my pulse racing. The moonstone’s pulse surges, amplifying my alpha blood, a power I ignored in my past life when Damon’s false mate bond blinded me, letting Lana steal our relic. Reborn by the moon goddess, I’m Starfang’s heir, and I’ll protect my pack—Gideon, Cee, Dad—at all costs. Lana’s schemes—her rape lie, her call with Damon plotting his tutor role—keeps getting things complicated. I wish she could just follow the script and lose her shit.

my stepmother used to sneer, "Alaeric will rip your throat out before you can even beg for mercy. He doesn't take prisoners. He only takes lives." I looked at the pillars, then heard the rogues snap a branch just a few yards behind me. I could smell their rot. I didn't have a choice. "I'd rather be killed by a Prince than eaten by a rogue," I whispered. With the last bit of my strength, I lunged forward. My hands hit the dirt on the other side of the line. The air changed instantly. It didn't just get cold, it felt heavy, like I had stepped into a room filled with lead. The ground beneath me seemed to hum with a dark, ancient power. This was the land of a Lycan, and it didn't want me here.

Everything seems to blur together more by the minute. I hear a familiar man’s voice say, “Will she know?” A woman responds to him, “She’ll know that she’s been reborn, but she won’t know that it’s a second time.” A second time? A second rebirth? How is that possible? My body is hot, hotter than what seems humanly possible. I’m dying for some type of relief and I hear the man say, “I’m so sorry, love, I swear it won’t happen again.”