Sold To The Cold Lycan King Novels & Stories

DARIUS POV There, in the heart of faraway Washington, among the presence of witches, wizards, sorcerers, and werewolves, stood the vastly grandiose and imposing mansion that belonged to none other than... Alpha Darius! The enigmatic Lycan King. The entire mansion was indescribable, screaming so much magnificence and affluence like none other. Everything smells like mint and money... One could see their reflection anywhere they stepped. Every piece of furniture and material was visibly adorned with diamonds.

“Concerning the things you asked me to inquire about, this is what I could find out. Six warrior Lycans have been killed by that strange thing in the past two weeks. They call him the man with Crescent eyes, and so far he’s the only one that’s been spotted. Lyros has had more warriors filling up the ranks, and according to my intel, each maid that gets knocked up by any of the warriors is taken into isolation. The first batch of babies is about to arrive. I don’t know what sick game the Lycan king is playing, but I'm scared for those children Cain. I’m afraid.``

But some choices are not hard to make when you are left with a harder alternative. I kept the solution secret from the rest of the pack as I sent out Conrad, my beta since the day I was anointed as Lycan King, to go in search of a suitable girl for my surrogate. I never warmed up to the idea of marrying human so the best I could settle for was an arranged marriage. Just something where she gets me a child and she is on her way back to her land. Nothing more. I was not ready or even slightly interested in meddling in the affairs of men nor was I interested in letting men meddle in my own affairs or the affairs of any member of the pack. I had never thought good about them nor have I held them

We overheard one of the alphas drunk kids at the party talking about how the lycan king is locked away, and that only the firstborn alphas and the alpha king have the maps to the location where he is locked away. Nobody at the party took the guy seriously, but you know what they say, a drunk man tells no lies. Many people say that the Lycan king is dead. There are many different stories about the Lycan King. Some of the stories say he was a good guy and others say he was this savage monster. It's so many different stories, so many wolves including myself who wasn't around durn the time of the lycan king think that he's only a legend and that most of the stories were made up to scare us as ki

Xavier yawned. “You are right. She spoiled the entire thing for us. Maybe tomorrow.” Guinevere added. “There is not going to be tomorrow for her,” Alex chirped in. “I heard my father talking, and apparently the lycan king will be choosing another girl for his harem in this pack. He wanted to choose one of the maids, but I told him not to. I had someone in mind who was strong and could perform decently in bed. The lycan king will be amazed by what her little mouth could do.”

Dylan clenched out as he glared at the king, he moved past his soldiers and stood right in front of the Lycan king, "I am here to take her, with or without your permission" "Alpha of the Blood Moon pack, I can now confirm your bravery and audacious attitude" the Lycan king replied, and before I could blink, Dylan lunged at him and dwelt him a few blows "Dylan, stop it" I yelled, afraid that this might start a war and he would ruin the alliance that I was trying to build with the Lycans The Lycan king's men bared their teeth and advanced but stood when the Lycan king waved them off

she asked, her voice low but clear. Elijah let out a soft chuckle, trying to hide his amusement. He gave Zenovia’s hand a reassuring squeeze before heading for the door, leaving the two women alone. The door clicked shut behind him. Elder Lina leaned forward, her gaze intense. “So, why did the Lycan king take you in?” Zenovia’s hands trembled slightly as she tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear. “My pack... they sold me to him,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Then, ignoring my stiff, fearful posture, he slipped one massive arm under my knees and the other around my back. He lifted me effortlessly. I gasped, stiffening my spine, terrified of his brutal strength. But the moment my body pressed against his broad chest, the mating bond surged. The warmth radiating off him was a drug. My treacherous muscles melted. I instinctively buried my face into the crook of his neck, inhaling the rich scent of cedar. My baby suddenly stopped crying, lulled by the deep, rhythmic beat of the King's heart. "Keep the gold, dead man," the Lycan King growled over his shoulder, "Consider it payment for your miserable life. For now."

I said, trying to stop her, but she didn't stop. “Oh, no, I have to. We can't have your environment this way. Look at baby powder everywhere. It makes the room and Aiden smell nice, but doesn't look good on the floor.” She said, vacuuming it up. “We waited for you to show up all day, but you didn't.” “I'm sorry, I got delayed, but there's good news.” “Good news?” I asked, with an expectant smile. “We have successfully bought off all the assets of the haughty Lycan King.” She announced proudly, and my eyes lit up.

Lycan walked slowly across the cold wooden floorboards, dropping to his knees beside the bed. He was the Wolf King. He commanded a continent of lethal shifters, possessed a treasury that could buy entire nations, and ruled from a fortress of impenetrable stone and iron. If he wanted to, he could wrap Amy in the finest silks in the world, crown her in diamonds, and force the entire inner citadel to their knees before her. But that wasn't what she wanted.