Sold To The Cold Lycan King Novels & Stories

​Kael will betray you. ​I slowly turned my head to look at him. ​The Lycan King stood less than an arm's length away, heavy broadsword gripped in his hand, his black fur-lined cloak snapping violently in the icy gales. Cold. Powerful. Merciless. ​A born ruler. ​And kings always chose power in the end. Didn't they? ​The massive black beast down in the snow watched me with glowing, ancient silver eyes. "You heard her, didn't you?"

Now they were bidding on me like I was property. I had no power. No wolf. No one to save me. I lowered my head and accepted my fate. Then a voice cut through the noise like thunder. "One million dollars." The entire room went dead silent. I lifted my head to see who had spoken but before I could the announcer dropped to his knees pulling me down with him. "Sold to the Lycan King!"

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.

Dad looked a little concerned, “What is it that you want?” “It’s not an ‘it’ but rather a person I want.” “Who?” Silence. Despite the mask framing his face, I could make out the deadly smile he gave, “I want your daughter to be my slave. As part of the deal.” Dad’s face turned red with anger, “You can’t be fucking serious. My daughter is not a possession to be traded. How dare you even suggest such a thing!” My knees felt weak as I registered what the Lycan King demanded. Me? As a slave? What the actual fuck?!

he snarled as he reached into his coat with his uninjured arm and then, he pulled out something…black, metallic, small and had a sharp edge. Then, he flicked his wrist and tossed it towards me, clattering against my chest before landing right into my laps. I stared at it. I picked it up with shaking fingers. The metal cut my skin, sharp enough to make me bleed. Silver letters shone in the bright light: ZAURIK THORN. Lycan king of the Deadlands. One Year. One Rule. My heart beat fast like a trapped bird. “Why me?” I whispered. He moved closer, heat coming off him, shadows growing with his movement until they covered mine. He leaned down, his breath felt hot on my ear. “Because you smell like

Chapter One Hundred and Fifty Four Alexander’s POV Lycan King Alexander stood tall upon a rocky cliff, his fierce gaze sweeping across the vast expanse of his kingdom. The moonlight cascaded over his ebony fur, casting an ethereal glow on his regal figure. His golden eyes, sharp and determined, conveyed the weight of his responsibilities as the ruler of the Lycan pack. "Men," he bellowed, his voice echoing through the night. "We embark on a mission of utmost importance tonight. Zara's parents have vanished under mysterious circumstances when we conquered their pack. It is our duty to find them and bring them home safely."

I stepped forward to add a little drama. “I want to give you one last opportunity to surrender and bow down to me now before it’s too late. Because if you don’t, the outcome of this war will be to kill you in more ways than one. I’ll rip out one of your lungs, cut off your tongue, and pluck out your eyes at the same time. And afterward, I slowly peel off your skin while breaking your bones.” I said against gnashed teeth. But then the Lycan King looked away from a dark corner he had been looking at and smiled at me before he said in a calm voice. “I know you’re stalling, Your Highness.”

I said. When I got off the phone I needed to find the information in my computer and I blocked my internet address so that it couldn’t be traced back to me. But I sent a copy of the Lycan King taking orders for human organs which he was getting from the omega’s and other people that he had kidnapped.

Come alone. He released my hand and walked toward the door. He paused with his hand on the handle. One more thing, he said. The ally who betrayed your father. The one who is still in this house. My heart stopped. You know who it is? He nodded. Who? Lysander looked at me. His honey eyes were sad. It is Marcus, he said. My father sold Kaelen to the Lycan King. And he will sell you too. He left. I stood alone in the library, the map spread before me, the truth burning in my chest.

In fact, the more I stared at him the more his face began to fit the description of a popular tale that echoed in my mind: Eyes of gold, tyrant's sway. Scar, terror, endless fight. Ruthless Beast, cold as night. Heart of steel, soul of fire. No mercy given, no love to acquire. Feared by all, through day and night. I swallowed hard, my heart racing as I recognized the man before me. This was Lycan Alexander of Theriakon pack. King of the Lycans within the 7 kingdoms. The most ruthless Lycan to have ever lived.