Serving The Lycan King Novels & Stories

It was heavier than it looked, the cover soft and a little sticky with age. It opened plainly enough: Each alpha has a prophecy, and it will always come to pass. Weird, I thought. The kind of line that means nothing until, suddenly, it means everything. I almost put it back right there. I wish I had. I kept reading instead. The Tenth Lycan King will conceive a child with his Luna. The child will be the most powerful and most feared in history. I read it again, slower. Then a third time, waiting for the words to rearrange themselves into something that made more sense, something less impossible. They didn't.

I have enough on my plate right now, I can’t keep going back and forth all day about this. “I’ll make this clear for you. I understand that you come from a peaceful coven, and I will respect how you deal with your people, but these are Lycans, my people. They aren’t as peaceful. If once steps out of line, then more could. It’s true, I can’t control how they feel, but it’s my responsibility as their king to make sure that their feelings aren’t a danger to others.” She shook her head no. “It’s wrong.”

I might say, "isn’t it ironic?" "Nanny Daniele had explained to me that long ago, when the Lycan were known as powerful, cold, and wicked tyrants who ruled over the wolves, a treaty was made that one of the werewolf high born was to be married to the Lycan king's son, my father, but he wasn’t like the others, he doesn’t have the killer instincts, but he was ordered to take a bride anyway." Killian shrugged as he took out a bottle of wine and poured it into a cup. He noticed Brynn hadn’t moved an inch, but he knew she was listening attentively to everything he was saying.

she asked after seeing that I knew too much for her to deny anything further. I smirked, taking another drag from my cigar before responding. "Well, all that I want is your silence, Desiree. That, and your undying support." I paused, exhaling the ingested smoke. "The Lycan King will become unstable soon because he now has no true mate and that will cause the Elders to give me the title. When that happens, I will be given what is rightfully mine and you will have the love of your life."

Unknown “ We have found her, finally,” one of my men said. Looking out of the window I smiled. Finally, I thought, you will pay off what your mother wasn't able to give us. “ What should we do now?” He asked. “ Nothing,” I said. “ Why, she already has a mate,” he added. “ Who is it?” I asked through gritted teeth. “ The Lycan king,” he replied. Closing my eyes I took a sharp intake of breath. This is going to be a war. A war no one has ever witnessed and all the bloodshed will be on your name Susan, I thought in my head.

And now, their eyes were on me. Far away, in the icy spires of the Lycan Kingdom, King Lucian pauses mid-war meeting. His sharp nostrils flare as a scent reaches him, a royal bloodline thought extinct has awakened. His wolf stirs. His eyes narrow. Aurelia Nightbane, he thinks, and the throne room falls silent as he senses the shift that will change everything.

Tessa A murmur ripples through the ballroom as Alpha Lennox stride in behind Renric, as if they came together. Suddenly the music stops. A clear, commanding voice cuts through the air from the elevated DJ platform. “Alpha Renric, the Lycan King of the Northern Lythengar… and Alpha Lennox, the Lycan King of the Eastern Lythengar.” Every Alpha in the room straightens. One by one, they bow as both Renric and Lennox walk in.

My jaw clenches as I approach the meeting room. I see Atticus ThongClaw, the Lycan king of the Northern Capital Pack, sitting at the end of the long table, and Xander next to where I'd be sitting, which is directly opposite. "Hello, Atticus," I say as I sit down. "If it isn't the bastard Alaric himself, then who dares call me outside my own kingdom to a meeting in this...penthouse, which still resides in my own nation?" His words show sarcasm, even though, if allowed, he would rip my head off this instant.

My hand trembled in Theo's grip as we approached the dining room entrance. The noise from inside—clinking cutlery, murmured conversations, occasional laughter—faded to a distant hum beneath the thundering of my own heartbeat. Two days. It had been only two days since I'd met this man, this Lycan King who now claimed me as his mate, and here I stood, about to face a room full of people who would call me their Queen. I felt Theo's thumb trace a gentle circle against my skin, and through our newly formed bond, I sensed Aeson—his inner Lycan—stirring with protective instinct.

He simply held me in my arms till I heard our front door open. "We're back," I said in hushed tones as I kissed him once again. He placed me on the floor and took a few steps back to look at me. Because the sun was still high in the sky, I drew the drapes close and down and crept towards him, like a puppy. He chuckled when he saw what I did. "Can you tell me what you're doing?" He hasn't let up on his giggling look yet. "The Lycan king has asked me to serve him today, therefore I have agreed to be his servant."