Novel & Cerita Rebirth: Fated To The Lycan King

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.

Dumbfounded, I pick my chin from the back of my hand and lean closer. “ Don’t tell me… ” My jaw hangs low. Did he actually do that? Oh wow, what else was I expecting? “ How else do you think I should have responded when they kept poking me…according to you. ” Aleister mutters, averting his gaze from my narrowed eyes. My heartbeat speeds up as I stare at him. Suddenly, I recall a conversation I had with my brother a long time ago. People kept saying that a Lycan King is born with a fate that is already decided. The decisions he will make, the mercy he will show, the losses he will suffer…it’s already written in his fate.

“But you have to learn to run away from the battlefield sometimes.” “Do you run away too?” He shook his head. “No. Never.” “Then, why should I run away?” “Because you are you, Eve. And I am the Lycan king.” He kissed me again and I sighed in surrender. Then, he added, “You’re getting pretty good with those powers of yours.” I smiled a small triumphant smile. “I had a good teacher.”

I spat at him banging the door after him. Claire still looked horrified and shocked. She must be. After all, no one speaks to the feared lycan king ' Alpha Anthony Bourdain' like that. Frankly, I didn't care. After all that had transpired, there was a probability that I would die with the ancient poison in me now a modern one had been added which meant that my mortality rate had increased so who cared if I died just a little earlier? It wouldn't matter. I was going to die anyway

Evelyn asserted. "Now that everything's over, what's next?" Levi inquired. "We go home and have a drink," Sebastian suggested, a big smile on his face. • • • • • • • • • • • • • Six months had passed since the intense battles that reshaped the dynamics of the Lycan wirld. Levi, despite the opportunity to ascend as the alpha, relinquished the position, entrusting the rule to Sebastian, who now stood at the helm with Mia as his mate. The decision was not merely a strategic move but a profound acknowledgment of trust and camaraderie forged through trials.

"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.

They shattered completely. Lucien's eyes widened, his breathing stopped... Power surged through his entire body; silver energy exploded inside him. The strength he had lost, the strength he could never reach, the power that had been stolen from him... It had returned. Lucien could feel it, every part of him could feel it, his power had awakened. And for the first time in eight long years... The true Lycan King had finally returned. ... But... At that moment, Lucien's world collapsed; the war became distant and silence rang violently inside his ears. Because now... It was no longer his blood staining the snow, it was Elena's.

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.

“Now that Elise is loved again. Now that she is Queen of something, now that she has a throne, a king, a powerful child.” The spy cleared his throat. “And… the child. The Lycan King’s heir. They say he’s showing signs of power. Fire, they say.” I stopped moving. My blood turned cold. Fire. I looked at the mirror on the wall. For a moment, I saw my own face but behind me, a figure appeared in the mirror. He was wearing a cloak and a mask. The Thirteenth Claw. “The prophecy,” I whispered. “It’s true, isn’t it? That child… he’s Kraden reborn.”

So, my mother did the unthinkable. I gritted my teeth and balled my fist. As much as I am thankful that Lycaruz was inside me because he’s making me powerful and strong, I hate the fact that he controls me in my decisions. “She knew my secret! I am the Alpha King of Denbross, if my people know that I am cursed since birth, me and my family will be subject to mockery! I can not let that happen! A strong and hot energy ran through me, an indication that Lycaruz wanted out, but I didn’t let him. He has no power over me when the moon is hidden.