Serving The Lycan King Novels & Stories

I had thought at first that working as the personal servant to the Lycan King was something that I would find hard, but it turned out to be something that I actually enjoyed. Taking up the role of his personal servant gave me opportunities and an aura of authority that I never thought I would have.

He doesn't need your approval! "I will send you to Eclipse Castle. The Lycan King is fond of you after watching your match. You will leave there as long as he wants," he uttered. "There's no guarantee that you will be coming back here…alive." My eyes widened when he mentioned the Lycan King who personified arrogance, virility and power. Everyone was afraid of him. In his prime years, he killed thousand Alphas. It was a miracle that he was the one who offered a truce but of course, all of us were still at his mercy.

It's really hard and very strange just to think that she could be from the company I feel like I want to kill her but there is something inside me that feels that I would never be able to do this if it really was like this. He got up from her side and quickly went to the window looking out at the sky, then muttered: What am I really going to do then! I'm Ayden, the king of the Lycans, I can't think of anything, not only that, but I'm confused between right and wrong. I can overlook right and wrong. I've been fooled by the bond before and thought I had a mate but this time it's completely different I feel something built inside me since I saw her eyes that looked like the black of the night.

That is the last thing I was expecting when I woke up this morning, but it was clear that the moon goddess was playing a big trick on me. I had told everyone not to disturb me even when the slaves arrive and I had told Ava to handle it, and then report back to me later. There is going to be a raid going on later tonight, I need to be level-headed. But there she was in my private building and with the slaves. . . “Yes, I am the Lycan King" I confirmed with a smirk, she was looking up at me in disbelief but I was enjoying myself, it seems my day would be having a very interesting turn after all.

the older female said, her eyes on me while she spoke. “Is she the one?” the younger female asked, and all heads turned to me, including that of the servants. I watched the Lycan King look around, a frown settling on his face before she shook his head. “She is not. She is a slave I took from the Crimson pack. I don’t want to hear stupid rumors about this from any of you or the punishment will be severe,” He barked, his gaze hitting me for a split second before he turned to his Beta.

Yet, she still wanted to stay back and fight for her people. "Are you trying to get me drunk?" He asked me as soon as I set up the cup in front of us. He poured the drinks as I settled down, ready to worry about Elara and her stubbornness. George took two shots before he poured me, his lips spreading into a smile. "You should not worry so much, you are the great Lycan King! The most revered king Luca of the Lycans. You will soon be with your mate, the moon goddess has not made you out to suffer" he said and I chuckled.

I laughed, "What King?" On hearing my voice her eyes raised to mine. "The Lycan king of course." She replied. "I didn't realise that there were two Lycan Kings. Beta Cenat." I smiled. "In case you don't know, this is the supreme ruler of the entire Lycanthropy, Lycan King Adrian Grey." Cenat said. Her eyes went white in fear, "Forgive me your highness." I grabbed her by the shirt, "I don't mind torturing girls, I can take your life now and no one would question me."

Their hair was wet, their clothes have patches of water droplets, but all in all, they looked clean. “Your turn, love.” – he muttered She frowned. It was the first time he called her that. “What did you just call me?” “I called you love.” She smiled. Couldn’t help it. “I know you’re no longer my queen anymore, but you’re still my love.” She leaned in closer to him and planted a kiss on his cheek. What has happened to the Lycan king? How come the spoils of war has left him with a sweet bone? “On that note, I’ll go wash myself clean then, love.”

He’s been watching since the ceremony. I looked at Rowan. ‘I understand if you want me to leave before he arrives. Whatever political obligation his arrival creates for you. I don’t want you to leave, Rowan said. He is the Lycan King. If he arrives here and finds you have been —’ Harboring you. Something in his voice was almost amused. Harboring is an interesting word for offering a guest a bed and breakfast. I stopped arguing. Not because I had run out of arguments but because I could see that they were not going to work, and I had learned a long time ago not to spend energy on immovable things.