The Lycan King And His Mysterious Luna Novels & Stories

Ayden said to her, looking at her very hatefully: I think I did not ask you to say anything, so it is better for you to remain silent, or you will put your head in one place and your body in another. Emilia started to go back in great horror until she reached a corner inside the cell and sat in it. When she saw Ayden coming out of the other cell and heading to his cell, looking at Caesar with a look that no one understood her, he approached Caesar and pulled him out of his clothes and said to him with a hiss like a snake: You can never You look at the girl who is my companion, or if you have any feelings for her, or I will kill you, she is Luna the Lycan, and she is the future queen of the k

though Alexis thought maybe Luna is the lycan's word which might mean a Queen, she nevertheless want to ask "Because you are his Luna. In the world of lycans, there are hierarchy. There are higher and lower lycans, there are Supreme Alpha, Alphas, betas, gammas and rest of them Lucien is the Supreme Alpha and the ruler of them all, any one mated to him will be his Luna and that is his Queen, his Luna will rule alongside with him. You are his Luna and that makes you the Queen of the lycans" Selina carefully reply

Kaiden inhaled a sharp breath and said, “Proceed.” “People say the Lycan King is a man that has lived for over a thousand years. Even after living for so many years, the moon goddess didn't bless him with a mate. So they say he attends every banquet even if he's uninterested only because he was in search of his mate.” Oliver said in one breath. “What if his mate is from our pack?”

The air was alive with a melange of tantalizing aromas, a testament to the feast that awaited the guests. Alpha Xavier, the esteemed Lycan king, stood at the entrance of the hall, his presence commanding attention. Dressed in regal attire, he exuded an aura of strength and wisdom. Beside him, Luna Uriah, his beloved fiancé, radiated a serene beauty that captured the essence of their love. They exchanged a knowing glance, their eyes speaking volumes of the shared grief they carried in their hearts.

He just shook his head and looked out the car’s window. “We’re near the last pack, your majesty,” his chauffeur informed him. He nodded and leaned back. If he can’t find his second chance mate now, maybe he’ll just continue looking for a breeder. He needs someone who will carry an heir, the next Lycan king of the kingdom. A few minutes later, the car stopped completely. Signaling that they had arrived, he let out a sigh. He looked at his two betas again. Will he wake them up or will he just leave them here? The second choice sounds fun.

"I’m curious, how was he in his previous relationships?” "Different," Leah responded, though she seemed slightly uncomfortable now. "I probably shouldn't tell you this, but... the Lycan King used to have several concubines. It's not uncommon for unmated Lycans of his status. But out of all of them, he only truly cherished one." My stomach clenched. "Where is that one now?" Leah's expression became sad. "She's dead, Luna." The word hit me like a physical blow. "Dead? What... what killed her?"

I immediately take several steps back, my heart thundering, and suddenly I hear a ringing in my ears. “You killed him?” I can’t believe what I’m hearing right now. “Yes. Now, if we are done here. Steph will help you with all you need, and remember my rules. No one can ever know that you’re not mated to me.” “Why?” “Because if they do. You will be the first person I kill,” he states. His words echo in the silence, each one heavier than the last. Lycan King. Breeder. Heir. I stare at him, struggling to make sense of the world that has tilted beneath my feet. My mind races, grasping for logic, for any explanation that didn’t end with me trapped in this stranger’s plan.

"You say that now. But a king can't rule alone, and you'll be king before the leaves turn. There's no shame in letting your mother help—" "Mother." Griffen's voice slid in, gentle, smoothing the air between them. "Don't back him into a corner. You know how he is." He smiled at her, then at Marcus, easy and fond. "My brother's always believed the matter of a mate should be left to the Goddess." I looked up before I could stop myself. A fated mate. In a world where most wolves never found their fated mates and settled for chosen ones instead, the future Lycan King was still holding out for the old way. Waiting for the Goddess to hand him the one person made to match him.