Rebirth: Fated To The Lycan King Novels & Stories

A year later, Logan became the next Alpha King. The atmosphere at the coronation ceremony was solemn and sacred. Standing beside Logan, I lowered my head, my heart beating a little nervously. However, it was no longer fear or doubt, but a sense of warmth and belonging. Logan turned to me, his gaze gentle and firm as he locked eyes with me. "Are you ready?" I nodded, my eyes slightly red. Logan was my second chance mate. He gave me the opportunity to start over and a place to truly call home.

I exhaled and forced myself to keep moving. By the time the market appeared, my legs ached. Sweat clung lightly to my skin. I wove through the stalls, picking items one by one. I counted my money before each purchase, then counted again, over and over. Voices nearby caught my attention. “…the cursed Lycan King,” one girl whispered, eyes wide with fear. I slowed without meaning to. “They say he’s hunting again,” another added. “Looking for a breeder. Can you imagine? Being chosen for that?”

The Lycan king. Not the one we had killed in the mountain. Not the echo we had faced in the fortress. A new one. The first Lycan king, reborn from the shadow, wearing the body of a wolf who had died centuries ago. His eyes were red, his skin pale as ash, and his smile was a wound. Theron rode beside me, his throat wrapped in fresh bandages. His voice was a rough whisper, barely audible over the wind. "How many?" "Too many," I said.

“He put me in a room. He said he was going to come back. Tell me where he is, Hunter!” I watched as Hunter sat on my dad's chair. He looked satisfied, like this was what he was waiting for all along. I didn't miss the twinkle in his eyes, and the smirk on his lips. “As we all witnessed tonight, the peace we had endured with the Lycan's for decades ended tonight. All because a wolfless daughter of the Alpha decided to poison one of a Lycan child who was here for the ceremony.” Killed a kid? I scoffed.

“No one has ever survived his attack, but you did. That’s why fate blocked his bond with Lady Lorna, because it was never hers to have. It was always meant for you.” I looked down at my hands. “But why do the rogues want me?” She leaned in a little closer. “Because you have a hidden power,” she answered. “You belong to the Lycan King by fate, but the Rogue King wants that power. Not for love—no, he wants to use you. And when he’s done… he’ll kill you.” I felt life leave me for a brief second, my brain spinned with countless thoughts and questions I knew I would never get answers to.

She kissed me before I finished the thought, hard, both hands fisting in my shirt like she was afraid I might disappear if she let go, and I answered it just as hard, one hand sliding into her hair, the other still splayed protective over her stomach between us. When we finally broke apart, both of us breathing unsteady, I kept my forehead pressed to hers. “Lucian took everything from you once already,” I said, quiet now, dangerous underneath the quiet. “He watched you die and called it convenient. He’s spent this entire lifetime circling you like he still believes he’s owed something. That ends now.” “Alaric, be careful what you’re promising me.”

I cannot breathe. Her voices crash through my mind. “Four shall be bound to her soul, Their fates entwined, their strength united. Through their bond, the lost shall awaken, And the ancient bloodline shall be reborn. From their union, a king shall rise, A son of both past and future, To reclaim the throne long forsaken, And restore balance to the world. Bound by five, her strength shall awaken, And through their bond, the Lycans shall rise. The time nears. The White Wolf stirs.”

But as I stood between my father and the Lycan King, I couldn’t escape the growing suspicion that perhaps my rebirth had changed more than my memories. Perhaps fate hadn’t simply returned me to the beginning. Perhaps it had awakened something within me. And whatever that something was, I had a feeling we were only beginning to see its first signs.

She placed her hands over her mouth in shock as I held on to her, unwilling to accept this. None of us knew the Lycan king was this young anyways and moreover, no one would believe that he attended this kind of events. Well practically because no one had ever seen him present but seeing him away from the ceremony explains it. “If I'll ask, what do you mean ‘in this life’?” He questioned and my breath hitched. Why was the moon goddess given me the worst choices ever? What was going through her sick head to Mate ne with the Lycan king?

“Yes please. I want to get it done with.’’ I answered determinately. “The king must have communicated the circumstances attached to the rituals with you..…’’ ‘‘No, he hasn't.’’ I nearly interrupted. ‘‘Then at least you must know some certain things already, including your connection to the curse on our land.’’ ‘‘If you mean my moon mark, then yes I do.’’ I answered. “You must also know that it is your fate to restore the Lycan males of their suffering even though it means putting your life on the line.’’ She stated. I was forced to a pause this time, drawing the hardest inhale of my life. “What are the chances?’’ I asked, fists clenched beside my thighs.