Sold To The Cold Lycan King Novels & Stories

His eyes are back to their usual light brown, and he seems less menacing. The Lycan King, standing right before me, and asking me about my bruises. It can't be real. "You will let me mark you, little one," he says, and brushes my hair away from my shoulder, exposing it. A pleasant shiver runs through my body. No . . . I can't possibly be enjoying this. He starts to lean towards me, and his eyes burn a vivid gold again. His mouth opens slightly, showing powerful looking canines. A true Lycan.

HIS Mate. "Your Lycan King, and yours truly... Ezekiel Alvarez." "Alpha? Lycan?" She breathed against his face. It was the first time a wolf was introducing itself as a Lycan... except if he truly was. It would make sense because his wolf felt very different, and lycans were very, very rare in this age. What bothered her the most was that she had been sold to a Lycan, and he has marked her as his. Chances of her escaping him forever had become extremely slim right in front of her eyes.

“And here you are again, asking for more help. Every time I help you, it spells trouble. Honestly, there’s nothing you can offer me anymore. I’m sick of your wide pussy.” Lyka’s face burned with humiliation and anger, but she forced herself to stay calm. She walked over to the bed, sat down, and crossed her legs. “What if I told you I have something more valuable than my body? Something that could actually help you.” Ryan raised an eyebrow. “What do you know?” Lyka took a deep breath. “The Lycan King has started investigating the Silver Clan pack. You know… Myra’s mother’s pack. The one you overthrew.”

Reina paused, as if to give me some time to process what she had just said. "His subjects were heartbroken. They did everything they could to save him, until a seer advised his people to find a human named Aliyah, a special human who had golden blood. Because her blood could save him and remove the curse from his body. The lycan king was saved, but the human died at the age of twenty-five." Her words were hard to swallow and my mind refused to understand them. I didn't want to think about it. I didn't want to face the truth of what she was saying.

I was going to rely on it heavily here. I thought about what I was actually doing in this palace. Not a guest, not a prize, not an Omega, the Lycan King had retrieved. A healer. The only thing alive that could draw silver from a wolf’s blood without being destroyed by it. That was my purpose here. Everything else was secondary to that.

Realizing my lapse, I cleared my throat and asked him to repeat his statement. Leo let out an exasperated sigh before repeating his words, his frustration evident in his tone. "I was discussing the speculations, Sir, about your alleged incompetence as the Lycan King. The other kings seem disrespected by your refusal to uphold the tradition of Lycan Kings owning women as pets," A wave of annoyance coursed through me as I listened to Leo's words. The archaic tradition of owning women as pets was a practice I vehemently opposed, and I had made it clear to my council members and the other kings from the very beginning.

I moved my attention to the feral wolf that was in front of me. But no, he was no ordinary wolf; he was a lycan. The Lycan King. I stared at King Titus who looked as deviously powerful as everyone described him to be. He was so tall, and he was almost half turned: his fangs protruding out of his mouth, his veins so thick on his arms and hands, and his eyes were as blinding as the sun.

But the Red Mountain… Even as a pup, the name had been a nightmare whispered in the dark. The Red Mountain lay in the territory of Alpha Viktor, the Lycan with the heart of a dragon. He was older than most alphas, crueler than any tale could capture. Warriors and criminals alike had been sent to his domain as tribute or punishment. None had returned. Not even their bones. The stories of how they died were too gruesome to repeat. Still, I didn’t flinch. Because Liam had promised. He knew the truth.

“The South Pack needs timber, five hundred head of cattle, and a monthly stipend of gold. Do that, and the arrangement is finalized. You can take her tonight.” I looked at the woman who had raised me. She wasn't ensuring my future; she was trading me for resources. The King signed the document without hesitation. “Done. Now get out.” Lydia grabbed the paper and walked out without a second glance. The door closed, and I was alone with the Lycan King. “You bought me,” I whispered. “The bond is just a transaction to you.” Draken walked toward me, his heavy boots thudding on the rug. He forced me to look up at him. “Your family would have traded your future eventually, Ava. I simply ensured I wa

He asked casually, ignoring the man's jab. "Because she knows him!" Milan seemed to think on it, looking at his nails to flick off an insect that just perched there. "Well, as the Lycan King of this Kingdom, I beg to differ. I can't l_" "What!" They all screamed. "You are the Lycan King?" The scrawny man surged forward, then his eyes grew in their sockets as he pointed deadly at Milan turned to his followers, and shouted. "He is the man we seek. Get him!"