Serving The Lycan King Novels & Stories

Lucas’ POV I have held the Lycan king title for so many years. Lycans are widely recognized as the most powerful species. We aim to safeguard the werewolves and uphold equality among all supernatural species. We can heal faster than werewolves. Additionally, a regular Lycan is capable of defeating an alpha. Indeed, we possess great power. We strive to be responsible individuals who are mindful of our actions, ensuring that we do not abuse our power to bully individuals of any species.

"The doctor mentioned earlier that you have a weak constitution. Getting rid of the pregnancy could kill you." "I won't kill my babies," I whispered, hands protectively over my stomach. "But if you stay here..." Freya glanced around nervously. "Lucas and Mitchell won't let this threaten their position. You know how ruthless they can be." "The Lycan King is your only hope now. He needs to know what his son has done." My heart pounded as I made my way to the king's study, I pretended like I was coming to clean the kings study. The guards barely glanced at me.

“You don't have the right to be asking about the boy right now. You should be thinking about yourself.” “Why?” I asked.. “I just received a message from the Lycan King. He is with Lady Bianca. They are touring around the marketplace.”

the lycan replied. His voice sent a chill up my spine. It was hypnotic and deep, the accent made him all the more alluring to hear. I didn’t get a good look at the lycan King, but if his voice was any indication of his description, I could see why Harlyn was so excitable. “You’ve met my right and left hand,” Master Wade referred to his beta and his Delta. “Toran Slaughter, and John Minken.” “I have.” The lycan King said in short. “And you remember, Zevi Almeida, and Andre Boscoe.”

“All the same since the Queen has wholly welcomed you and you will be residing in the palace prior to the time your new home is arranged, she will see to it that all your needs are provided for and make certain that you are adequately taken care of before you can properly stand on your feet.” What is he saying?! “I-I thought that is supposed to be the work of the omegas?” I asked slowly in a way only he could hear. He picked up his glass of wine and swirled as he appraised me, smirking like the devil. “Well, I say so. And...this is the Lycan Kingdom. Here we refer to those as salutary and not fucken omegas!” He spat coldly and swung down his wine in a sweep.

"That is dangerous. Is that not the abode of the witch who infiltrated the castle without triggering any alarms until she was gone? She is dangerous, and it would be foolish to go to the lioness's den." I looked at him, my resolve unshakable. "A king's duty is to protect his people, to stand in the face of danger, and to lead with courage. But above all, a king never abandons his queen." Hearing this, the Deltas looked at each other, then back at me. "Is that a royal declaration, Your Majesty?" one of them asked. "Yes," I replied, my voice filled with conviction. "My mate, Camille Dumont, is, as of this moment, the Queen of the Lycans. So let me ask you this question: Do the Lycans abandon o

He asked casually, ignoring the man's jab. "Because she knows him!" Milan seemed to think on it, looking at his nails to flick off an insect that just perched there. "Well, as the Lycan King of this Kingdom, I beg to differ. I can't l_" "What!" They all screamed. "You are the Lycan King?" The scrawny man surged forward, then his eyes grew in their sockets as he pointed deadly at Milan turned to his followers, and shouted. "He is the man we seek. Get him!"

“They’re disposable to me. If they don’t serve you, I can carve them into the entrance of the city!” “My king…” one of them exclaimed in shock. “Forgive us…” “That’s not necessary, Lycan King. You need to stop with that,” I laughed, amused, knowing his threats were only meant to instill fear in the servants. “They’ll assist me with the preparations!” “Excellent,” he replied, empowered, pressing his nose to my neck and sliding up to my ear. “No running, little wolf. I’ll be waiting in front of the moon to finally make you mine!”

He retorted once again, but I stood transfixed to a spot with my mouth hung wide agape. “Leave? That's all you intend to say? How shameless can you really be? You irritate me down to the core erebus.” I retorted, clenching my fists. I could feel my blood boiling at an insane range; it was killing me way too much to listen to whatever crappy words the bastard had said, but I had not expected him to yell at me for any reason. “Yes. Leave. Stop acting like we are lovers. I married you only because I need an excuse; you don't get to pass out orders for me, and it seems you have forgotten your place in this pack. I am the Lycan King , and you tried to steal from me!”

"I would like to thank everyone who chose to take out time from their works to come down here for our packs mating ceremony," Alaric began, adjusting his coat as he cleared his throat. The crowds attention focused on him as he continued, "I, Alpha Alaric, the Lycan King, appreciate you all sincerely for gracing the occasion."