Sold To The Cold Lycan King Mga Nobela at Kwento

He taunted. " This man has committed enough crimes to make the moon goddess herself weep. He wasn't going to 'help' you , foolish girl." He walked slowly around us. " If you know what he's planning to do with you," the Lycan King shook his head , smiling enjoying my shock." You will ask for for a kitchen knife to finish him off." I didn't understand what he was saying, but I couldn't form a single sentence. " He plans on selling you off to traffickers, shifters who will drain every bit of your wolf energy." He tilted his head. " But you don't have to fear. You don't have any wolf so there's nothing to steal."

Screaming and struggling but it seemed his large body was built for her resistance as he seemed unbothered and took her out to his room. **** **** In the shadowed throne room of Lycan King Markos, incense filled the air. His spy knelt low, voice trembling as he delivered the news: "My king... Princess Aeryl has been sold." This was shock and scandal. Silence, then gasps through the courtiers. No one dared look at Markos. The king's fangs glinted as he snarled. He rose, red cloak dragging like spilled ink across the marble. "Seth..." he growled, venomously. "He swore to me. He gave his word that Aeryl would remain untouched, unsold, untainted. That I will protect her."

“Come in.” She entered without hesitation. Looked at Soren with suspicion, at Orlo’s box with indifference, and at Malik with the calculated expression of someone who knew exactly the value of what she offered. “Did the King agree?” she asked. “The King wants eyes inside the Lycán’s mansion. You will be those eyes.” “And in return?” “When we have the omega and the Vampire King obtains what he seeks, you’ll receive what I promised: your own pack. Territory. Wolves. Power. Everything your father had — and more.”

A line tear slid down my eye, and I made to wipe it away, only to catch sight of the cold looking man or rather, Dante staring at me. “Do you need something?” I asked calmly, wiping my cheek. “I have good news for you.” He replied with a grin that made my heart skip a beat. “Colton heard what happened and trust me, he's going to get rid of that attitude once we get back.” “Who is Colton?” I blurted, tilting my head to the side in confusion. “Your master and the Lycan King of the North.” Dante shrugged. Blood drained from my face as I allowed his words to settle in.

The cheers when he stepped in boomed against the rock, each step heavier than the last, his beta stood at one end of the room, watching every single interaction which was to happen, and would transpire between everyone of them. " Today, we are here to get the lycan kingdom for the damage they have done over the years, ranging from his wife to himself, we are going to make certain that they pay, every single one of them, we are going to use the element of surprise on them because what else would be better?" Little laughs rented the air before he nodded.

I hold on to that feeling, letting it warm me from the inside out. “I’m Archie Gray. Lycan King of the North.” My breath catches, and I feel my throat tightening. “Have rules for you.” He strides towards me, and I take steps back instinctively, almost hugging myself. “Never touch me unless I do it first. You are free to live however the fuck you want; you do not enter. Am I clear?” “You’re not the lycan king.” I blurt out. My heart is pounding hard against my chest. He looks like he is bored and would rather be anywhere else than here.

I feel lethargic. I climbed onto my bed and made myself comfortable. After closing the cover over me, I quickly dozed off to sleep. ~ • ~ "I implore you! I did not do anything wrong!" The hunchback human begged as he was dragged into the Lycan King's throne room. The royal warriors quickly placed him in the middle, kneeling below the brooding Lycan king. One warrior headed straight to their king and handed him a black old handkerchief with some patches; inside was a decent-sized rubby. The rarest of its kind

"An... astronomical sum from the Lycan King, indeed. Do we have any counteroffers?" The hall remained silent. No one dared to challenge the bid. "Very well," the auctioneer conceded. "Sold to Magnus, King of the Lycans."

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.

In one sharp look, I can see the BDSM equipments he has bought to use to torment this weak and fragile girl Disgusting Alpha Leo turns to see me as he senses my entrance. His surprise quickly turns into anger. "Who are…" I don't let him finish. In an instant, I cross the room and grab him by the throat, lifting his disgusting, fat body off Alora and slamming him against the wall across us so much that the wall crumbles "I am the lycan king and you are touching my wife to be!," I growl in anger, but surprised that I claim Alora for myself