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I felt a strange feeling of need and despair, as if I needed something to calm my nerves. Tristan poured another drink, his fingers brushing mine as he offered. "So, Veronica, who is this guy that's giving you so much trouble?" I took a sip and let the alcohol burn my throat before answering. "These are the Lycan Kings, Lucas and Simon." Tristan's eyebrows furrowed. "Ah, twins. They have a good reputation. And you alone." I nodded, feeling the warmth of the drink spread through me. "Yes. I don't think I want to bring it."

I was placed on a bed and the man turned his back on me and started walking away. I thought he was going to close the door before coming back to me. I wasn't a fool. I knew why I was here. After hearing the man I didn't get to see refer to him as your majesty, I knew I was doomed. I was a slave to the notorious mateless Lycan King. Rumour has it that he's ruthless and a womaniser. He takes female wolves or Lycans as his sex slaves and discards them when he's bored.

"That is dangerous. Is that not the abode of the witch who infiltrated the castle without triggering any alarms until she was gone? She is dangerous, and it would be foolish to go to the lioness's den." I looked at him, my resolve unshakable. "A king's duty is to protect his people, to stand in the face of danger, and to lead with courage. But above all, a king never abandons his queen." Hearing this, the Deltas looked at each other, then back at me. "Is that a royal declaration, Your Majesty?" one of them asked. "Yes," I replied, my voice filled with conviction. "My mate, Camille Dumont, is, as of this moment, the Queen of the Lycans. So let me ask you this question: Do the Lycans abandon o

"Why are they so against this? Some of them are just wolves as well, so why won't they allow me to be their Queen?" Carolina shook her head slowly. "That's the thing, Hailey. Lycans are special so they believe they are the only ones allowed to be their King and Queen. Anything else is a disgrace to the kingdom they believe in. They don't think normal wolves are strong enough to rule. It's an old ancient belief that hasn't been abolished and if you and Hunter never fix this, it might go on for another hundred years." Oh my god. This was so awful. Just then, the door was kicked down and both Carolina and I squealed in shock, but recovered when we saw that it was just Hunter.

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

The dawn was just breaking over the Blackstone Pack’s grounds, casting long shadows across the assembled crowd in the courtyard. The elders of the Lycan Council, each draped in ceremonial robes that bore the insignia of their rank, stood alongside King Alaric. The Lycan King’s presence alone cast an aura of solemn authority, his silver gaze steely and unyielding. Kane stood by his father’s side, his own expression unreadable yet tense, his protective stance making it clear that his support lay with Lyra.

“He would turn in front of his army just to feed. They say he bathed in blood the night he claimed his mate, who died a year later in childbirth.” Bella scoffed. “And we’re supposed to respect these kings?” “I think,” Iris said carefully, “they want us to learn the history and pretend we do. That’s how you pass.” Allie glanced at the fire. “I wonder what the current king thinks about all this. About his father.” ⸻ Far from the girls’ quiet plotting, deep in the west wing of the palace, the Lycan King sat alone on a balcony carved from volcanic stone. The Obsidian Heart glowed behind him, caged in a chamber of runes. It hadn’t glowed like that in decades.

“I was preparing to bring her to your quarters my king…” Ma'am Lucy was saying but the lycan king waved dismissively. “I will speak with her here. You may leave.” Ma'am Lucy bowed and out she went. I was then left alone with the lycan king. He strolled around the room observing things. I was able to get a look as his cold eyes were looking around. He was quite tall and muscular. His shiny dark hair was neatly pulled into a pony at the back. His chiselled face and grey eyes still lingered in my memory. But not more than the kiss…

-HER- I couldn't get the encounter out of my head. I made my way home through the pitch-black, icy forest with my thumping heart and my worried snow leopard, Dal. Though I was most perplexed by the Lycan King's unexpected and odd hourly arrival in Zeifa. He must have been called here for a very important reason. I tried my best to block out his thoughts. I didn't want to be paired with the vicious monster that he was. He was a lycan, the King of Lycans, not even a werewolf. They had a reputation for being brutal and cold.

The air hummed with excitement and anticipation, as the celebration reached its crescendo, a testament to the resilience and unity of the Lycan people. Amidst the vibrant atmosphere, Uriah, the newly crowned Lycan Queen, radiated grace and confidence. Her regal presence commanded attention, and her infectious smile lit up the room. She gracefully moved from one group to another, engaging in conversations with her guests. Her genuine interest in their stories and concerns endeared her to the Lycans, further strengthening their loyalty and support.