The Lycan King And His Dark Temptation Valeria Novels & Stories

Hence why I was already the Lycan King and pressure was mounting for a Luna. I pictured Sophie's hot body lying on my bed, she was incredibly sexy but appeared to be ignorant of that fact. Most of the beautiful Lycan girls who strutted around were so self conscious of their virtues that it was impossible to have a real conversation with them. They were all pea brained.

Valaria interjected, “You are The King!” “I Am The King!” her father spat furiously, “These have been our ways for over millennia! Come Samhain you will wed Lucian, You will bear his kits and you will know your place!” Valaria was breathless, the dominant aggressive vibe flooding from her father choking her, tears welled in her eyes washing out the bright Amethyst and leaving a dull grey, her panther was scratching at her mind, desperate to get out and give The King something to fear but William turned leaving the room, Valaria gasped for breath as his dominant vibes released her. “Fuck The King Too!” she muttered under her breath as she raised a hand to her throat, a natural response to the

Vulture added, “And when she does, we’ll be ready. Or dead.” “No,” Bain said. “We’ll end it. For good this time.” IV. The Offering Back in the Hollow temple, Valeria stood in a circle of black fire. She cut away her hair. Her name. Her last shred of humanity. Then she gave herself. The fire consumed her flesh, leaving her hollow. And from that emptiness… the King stepped through her. Not a god. Not a demon. Something worse.

“You know, I met you at the annual pack gala. After everything that occurred, I always wondered if you were doing okay. I'm glad to see that you are thriving with the Lycan.” She said as she gave me a parting kiss on my cheek and left. I watched after her and wondered if you were thriving. I turned to look at Arnou as their carriage began to move. He was staring at me with so much love on his face, I smiled back in return. Valeria had small twins. One boy and a girl, who was going to tell them that I killed both their parents in one day?

Valeria pov I tightened my grip on the dagger until the leather wrapping bit into my palm. I couldn't let this Lycan King catch me — not now, not when everything I'd trained for came down to this single, fragile moment. If he found me crouched here like a common thief, it would all end before it had truly begun, and twelve years of preparation would die with me in a garden that wasn't even mine to bleed in. He took another step closer. Then another.

She was powerful. I went ahead to explained everything to her. My life as Myra and how I was killed. Then how I woke up in the Lycan Queen’s body. The old lady listened intently, nodding occasionally. When I finished my explanation, she huffed, leaning back in her seat. “The ritual of the forsaken is compelling and dangerous. It requires a lot of magical energy and a forceful emotional catalyst. Someone must have wanted you to live badly.” she said and chuckled.

My heart impossibly shattered even more, making me stagger back as a stray tear rolled down my shocked cheeks. He hummed and waved his hands, immediately dismissing me while knowing very well that I wasn't okay with the arrangement but since when did Sullivan ever care about my opinion? I quietly returned to my room, all the while recalling every rumor I had ever heard about the Lycan king. His name was believed to be Hunter Tiberius Williams and he was cruelty in human form.

Valeria What are the actual odds? One second I’m shattered on a barstool, rain-soaked and whiskey-numb, replaying James’s voice like a broken record—you’re boring, you disgust me, no man wants you—and the next I’m being carried through a private corridor by three Lycan kings who’ve spent centuries starving for their mate. And they’re looking at me like the starvation ends tonight. I knew their names the way everyone knew them: whispered in fear, moaned in fantasies, printed in tabloids that called them immortal gods and ruthless monsters in the same breath.

"So, a few dusty leeches woke up. Tell them the world belongs to the wolves now, and if they misbehave, my wife will freeze them into lawn ornaments." "You don't understand, Killian," Valerius’s crimson eyes flashed with urgency. "They aren't just awake. They are furious. They woke up to find that the Crimson Court—their legacy—had bowed to a Lycan King. To them, my submission to you is the ultimate treason against our bloodline." Valerius pulled a crumpled, blood-stained piece of parchment from his coat and placed it on the desk. It was sealed with black wax stamped with a fractured skull.

Following Julian’s scent, Lyra found the basement a few minutes later. It was a dank round room solely illuminated by candles. As soon as Lyra walked into the room, she was welcomed by the sound of clapping. Looking up, she saw Valeria standing on a raised altar in the middle of the room. She was the one clapping, a huge smirk on her lips. “We are all here,” Valeria said. “Perfect.” After having her plans thwarted so many times, Valeria had been scrambling to find a way to get rid of the Lycan King and the Luna Queen.