Sold To The Cold Lycan King Novels & Stories

I stood on the balcony, wrapped in Theo's arms, my entire body humming with the newly formed bond between us. My fingers trembled slightly against his chest, but I felt a warmth spreading through me, an expanding heat that wasn't quite confidence – more like inevitability. Two days ago, I'd been simply Emma Maxwell, gamma of the Blood Moon Pack with an Alpha wolf I kept carefully hidden. Now I was mate to the Lycan King, and nothing would ever be the same again.

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.

Nothing could have prepared me for this life; if anyone had told me this was what would happen to me a week ago, I would have laughed bitterly to their face. But here I am now. I'm being priced like an animal in an auction house, and only Moon knows where. "Sold to the gentleman in the back for 70 million dollars!" The auctioneer points to me. No matter how much I repeated to myself, this was just a bad nightmare; I just couldn’t wake up from it. Was this my life now? I have just been sold to the Lycan king. .•.•.• I tried To close my eyes and picture myself back in my pack, safe and happy just like I used to be, but I couldn’t go back to that now .not after what Damon had done.

Rowan continued, “Silverclaw owes a political debt.” “To whom?” I asked, though part of me already knew I would hate the answer. “The Northern Lycan Dominion.” The room tilted. Even children knew that name. Mothers used it to frighten disobedient pups. Obey… or the Lycan King will come. “No,” I whispered. “The debt will be paid,” Rowan said. “With you.” Understanding struck like ice water. “You’re selling me.” “You will be delivered,” Malrec corrected smoothly. My knees hit the stone.

Valerius swept his arms out wide, gesturing to the tens of thousands of kneeling, toxic-green-eyed corpses blanketing the valley behind him. "Look at my army, Silas," the True King commanded softly. "They are obedient. They feel no pain. But they are rotting. They are finite. I need living, breathing Lycans with the ancient magic in their blood. The White Lycan is the only female vessel capable of surviving the breeding process with my dark magic. Together, she and I will forge an immortal pack. We will sweep across the continent and cleanse it of the weak, standard filth that pollutes our borders." I stopped breathing.

An hour later, I was standing behind the men who had come to take me away and my parents just stared emotionlessly like it was normal. I was being sold to the Lycan King—the man known for treating everyone as though they were lesse Or worse, as though they were nothing at all. And I was the worse of them, and a surrogate for that matter.

I was going to lose my virginity in front of my parents in the cruellest of ways. Heir to the Lycan throne, Axel the Black is a tormented king. Captured by the wicked humans who sold his siblings and hid his parents, he was abused until he overtook the humans and retrieved the Lycan throne back. Now, there’s one thing missing: a mate to continue the Lycan lineage. He purchases breeders but his dark heart beats for one person. The human princess who was once his friend and now, his slave.

“Celia was brought here as an offering, just like all the other girls. Do you know what it means to take back a present? Do you know how poorly will it reflect on your pack and your standing in the King’s eyes?” The prince thundered and the way the lights around us flickered made us take a step back involuntarily. The air suddenly felt heavy and I felt a suffocating pressure around me, dragging me down. Alpha Jack fell to his knees and clasped his hands together. “The Lycan king wants me to offer something in exchange for leaving my newborn son unharmed while alpha Kyle, who attacked my pack, wants to barter my son in exchange for not having to give up on his own daughter.”

He wore a long black coat, the edges of which brushed the ground like shadows following his every move. He wasn’t just anyone—he was the Lycan King, a ruler feared across multiple packs. “I heard about the girl who shattered nine iron doors with nothing but her power,” the Lycan King said, his voice low and commanding. “I came to see this girl for myself.” My stomach churned. So this was why they hadn’t executed me yet. They wanted to sell me to him. But what they didn’t know was that I was no longer the powerful girl they believed me to be.

"Not all of them. Lucien... I won't lose him." Her laughter was like sharp knife. "Don't worry. He will join you in the afterlife first. I plan on killing him the moment I have the strength. He is a Lycan, after all. Their blood is ancient, stronger than any typical wolf. He’s a trophy I’ve been waiting to claim." "No!" I shouted, the white space around us beginning to vibrate with my anger. "I won't let you."