The Lycan King And His Dark Temptation Novels & Stories

As the darkness of his gaze swallowed me whole, I realized that the girl who was rejected by the pack was about to become the woman who rules them all. Liam didn't just throw away a mutt; he threw away a queen. The Lycan King’s grip tightened, his eyes flashing with a possessive hunger that told me he was never letting go. "Mine," he whispered. And for the first time in twenty-one years, I believed it.

warm, soft, and so bloody addictive. I will make her love me. No matter how many lies it takes. No matter how much it destroys us both. ... The next morning, I stand before the full-length mirror, adjusting the cuffs of my tailored black Armani suit. The reflection staring back is every inch the powerful Lycan King. Broad shoulders, sharp jaw, and violet eyes that have seen empires rise and fall. But inside, the five-petal curse burns hotter than ever. The door opens. "Your Majesty", Cain, my Beta, steps in. "Everything is prepared. The ceremony begins in thirty minutes."

“Your Majesty, you are a guest here. A honoured one, but still a guest. Red Moon matters must be handled with care.” Caleb took one step forward, and the air changed. The lamps along the wall flickered. “I am also the Lycan King,” he said. “And I will say this once where every listening ear can carry it properly. If another wolf touches Alexander Grey, traps him, harms him, or uses rank to corner him, I will treat it as an attack on me.” A sharp breath passed through the wolves watching from nearby corners. Rowan’s face did not change, but Alexander saw his fingers tighten around the edge of his robe.

I'm alone with a very, very angry Lycan King. Through our bond, I feel his rage and underneath it, hurt. "Did you enjoy yourself?" Valerian asks, still in that terrifying soft voice. "Trying to seduce my Gamma?" He moves toward me with predatory grace and I realize I've made a terrible mistake.

" However, my knees struck the floor. Boots emerged in front of me heavyily and stealthily and too disciplined to belong to Evergreen wolves and too dark to belong anyplace except dreams. I squinted through the mist as a hand grasped my jaw and pushed my face up. A man's face came into focus; he was powerful and attractive, with eyes darker than I had ever seen and hair as dark as shadows. It was the visage of the Lycan King, emotionless, icy, and regal.

Its majestic yet terrifying appearance was hidden in the darkness, yet their aura was too immense to ignore. Is he the real beast that was said to abuse women before devouring them whole? “P-Please," I pleaded. The beast chuckled and my breath was hitched in my throat when he stepped into the light and I saw his form. Lycans are more powerful and ruthless than werewolves. It is also said that they are mostly members of the royal family—the highest and most powerful creatures in this world. “Please don't kill me.” “Hmm, but you look tempting begging me like this.”he replied in his guttural voice that sent a terrifying shiver down my spine.

Before I even noticed him moving, a heavy, warm presence settled beside me. I looked up slowly through the blur of my unshed tears, my breath catching in my throat. King Damian was kneeling right there in the filthy mess of sharp, shattered crystal and wet stone. The legendary, unstoppable Lycan King—the man who ruled the entire realm with an iron fist—was down on his knees on the bare floor beside me.

I don’t want to be here, but since Paris is another lycan king’s territory, I had to come along. King Mathieu Fontaine has been the lycan king of most of western Europe. He has been kind longer than I have, and he is only a few years older than I am. We have met a few times, and I admire some of his policies. When I informed him that I would be coming to France with my sister, he was a little standoffish, and that confused me. We have never had a problem with each other in the past, so I am hoping to find out why he acted that way over the phone. He will be here tonight.

“Do not make me wait any longer in your castle.” The Lycan King broke the last vestige of human control. His large hands stripped away the remnants of my clothing with carnal but devoted urgency, worshipping every inch of my full body with such heavy lust that it set my blood on fire. Every caress, every pressure of his Lycan claws on my thighs was a pact of definitive possession. We merged in a wild carnal union, a blow of pure mystical combustion where my silver light intertwined completely with the oppressive aura of his black steel, making the runes on the ceiling flash in a perfect explosion of gold and silver.

And his chest rumbled with a deep growl as Evren nodded to his question. “Good,” Lachlan growled, a sense of satisfaction spreading through his nerves as he moved from where he was to stand directly behind the omega. “I will teach you,” The Lycan King declared, a sense of depravity settling in his bones as the thought of being able to corrupt Evren. The Lycan King was depraved and ruthless, but even he didn’t know how much joy it would bring him to know that this omega before him did not know about sex before he was brought to the King.