Sold To The Cold Lycan King Novels & Stories

All I wanted was to make sure that I was satisfied. As he walked towards me, I tried to recall his appearance and made a scenario of him, ramming his cock in and out of me with extreme savagery as I masturbated. The footsteps arrived before me, and before I knew it, I felt a strong pair of hands grab me, lifting me off the tiles. I looked up, and my blurry vision made out the face of the Lycan king. He took off his royal attire and wrapped it around my bare body, covering me from the peering eyes of everyone in the ball.

Feeling the cold more than she had been moments before, she tucked her hands under her arms beneath her jacket, warming them in a sweater that was uncomfortably peltlike all of a sudden. He continued, "So while the lycan are generally tolerant, they prefer humans over kingdomites, and there are certain bloodlines from the kingdom that remain kill-on-sight." "Which is why you don’t want them to know that you’re a warrior," she said, remembering his earlier comment. Then, without warning, a bubble of half-hysterical laughter rose up inside her, sticking in her throat and threatening to turn into a sob.

The gavel came down. Belcalis stepped off the stage before the handler could reach her. She walked through the side curtain with her chin up and her steps steady and her heart doing something violent inside her ribs that she absolutely refused to acknowledge. Behind the curtain she heard two men talking — low, urgent. "Does he know what he just did?" "He always knows." "But she's just a girl. She has no idea who he is." "She will." Belcalis went still. "The Lycan King hasn't bought a companion in forty-three years. So why now?"

He closes his eyes and opens it. To my surprise, it glows red like that of an alpha. “You're an Alpha!” “He is the rightful Lycan King of the West.” Bianca chips in. Oh no! How is this possible? The west of Lythengar already has a Lycan King ruling their twelve packs. “When I have sat on my throne, I promise, I will free you from the North. I would fulfill my own part of the deal I made with Alfred.” Here we go again. I pull out my hands from his, staring into his eyes. He suddenly looks calm and genuine. Yet I'm to be sold off to North for reasons I'm yet to discover.

Just relief, like a man unburdened. A tall figure approached, his cloak as dark as the midnight woods. A letter bearing the seal of a black wolf clenched in his gloved hand. “Is she your biological daughter?” the man asked. My father nodded quickly. “Virgin-born. If the old bloodline myths are true, maybe the King will be grateful.” The man’s cold gaze flicked to me, weighing me like cattle. “The King’s advisor will determine her selling price. Lycan King has grown restless in Nocturnis. He’s in need of new entertainment.”

“It's already been signed. This was agreed upon by I and the council of elders long ago, even before today. You cannot refuse now. You don't have a choice in this. You've been chosen to bear the Lycan's heir. It's a grand opportunity to be able to rule by the Lycan's side. A chance many other she wolves would have.” “No It's not. The Lycan is said to be a blood thirsty man who drives joy in only Killing and pleasure. There is no way he sought after an heir bearer and saw me of all people. He will kill me father.” I tried hard to hold the tears but they kept flowing down. I could feel my heart pounding hard against my chest, my vision glazed over and the papers dropped from my hands. I had be

There, one of the Frostbite Pack elders and the Lycan king awaited us. My father, who was already waiting for me by the door, didn’t hesitate to take my hand in his arm as he led me down the aisle. He didn’t bother hiding his relief at finding a potential buyer; I suppose he’s just as eager as the others to send me away. When we reached the end of the aisle, I stood in front of Logan as the elder instructed us to repeat after him. I said, “I, Lyra Darko of the Frostbite pack, accept King Logan as my chosen mate,” which I did. The king was then asked to do the same, saying, “I, King Logan of the Stormbringer Pack, accept Lyra Darko of the Frostbite pack as my chosen mate,” and to mark each ot

You will serve the guests tonight her stepmother continued coldly and try not to embarrass this family for once Before Ariana could answer, the large doors of the hall suddenly opened. Every warrior in the room instantly stepped back Fear filled the air. The Shadowcrest royal guards had arrived. Black armor, Silver wolf symbols ,Cold expressions and behind them stood the man people feared most, KING KAEL DRAVEN , THE RUTHLESS LYCAN KING. Ariana's breath was caught in her throat the moment their eyes met , it was Silver

“It's better than nothing. Besides, you're being traded for a symbiotic relationship with Greyhound. I'm sure you're aware of the current scarcity in Dunham. They'd help build and revitalise our kingdom with their abundant resources, while we offer our loyalty to them.” My mood switched from anger to surprise again. I stared at him blankly, “Wait, so you're selling me off as a slave, just to also place the entirety of Dunham into slavery too?” My father creased his brows, “What do you mean?” “Pledging your loyalty to another Lycan King is no different than slavery,” I answere curtly. He scoffed, “Heh. What do you know about these things? You are but a child.”

she said firmly. The old lady ignored Brinsle at first. “Lucinda’s orders,” Brinsle said. “No one is to touch him before he’s branded. And even then, he’ll be given to the virgins first.” The woman stopped at that. Her eyes were fixed on the floor. “The virgins?” she said, her voice sad. “Yes,” Brinsle replied. “He’s the Lycan King. His seed is powerful. We can’t waste it on old, dried up wombs.”