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Awful ones my brothers told me just to be gross, scary ones Mama told me to warn me to be good, and ones I knew were true because those ones were told by Papa. The Lycans were powerful rulers, fearsome overseers of all werewolf territories– so sadistic that Witches had gone as far as to curse them. When the werewolf packs attempted to overthrow the weakened Lycan rule once the old King died, those rebels were brutally and mercilessly slaughtered by the successor– the now-reigning Lycan King Zavan. Most folk did not speak of him openly, as if saying his name would summon bloodshed to their doorstep. But there were always whispers. About how he crushed anyone who dared defy him, about how he b

Progress. I walked into the square without drawing. The Lycan on the chain squinted down his nose. “Foreign,” he said, as if the word tasted like dust. “Name your business or be gone.” “I am Kael,” I said, and let the title come like a hammer dropped from a quiet height. “King of the Lycans.” They laughed. The sound had the wobble of men who don’t want to look past the thing that keeps them safe. “Equal to none,” said the tallest. His armor showed the sigil of a sunburst clamped in a fist. “Especially not to dogs.”

Luka's POV I know the child was mine, it didn't make sense why Emily would want to hurt me so bad, was it payback? I couldn't tell. “They plan on attacking us tonight” the seer's voice broke through my thoughts. They are the group of Lycans led by their King and they conceal themselves with masks and dark magic but luckily for you, I have made antidotes that would help against their infected bites. You King Luka will get your allies from the outside world and my people and soldiers will get ready. We will move our women and children to the cave at the mountain top and the women who can fight will volunteer as soldiers as well” she continued, her calm and soothing tone calming the anger boili

With each passing minute, I can feel my consciousness wavering just like back at Bernard’s while the darkness and my lycan work to become the ones in control. “Destroy, kill, become the ultimate king, and then claim your queen.” As these words flash in my mind, I feel my lycan pull even more, fighting against me until I know he’s going to take control. “That’s it,” the fake Bernard says, his voice growing colder. “That’s it; come forward and join me.” “No,” I rasp, though I know I’m going to lose to it. “I can’t… I…” The rest of my words never come, as I feel like my very soul is being ripped to shreds, and when the last bit of sanity that I can feel slips away, I know that I’ve lost.

I deadpanned. "Who are you exactly? Are you Raven Declan or Sienna West?" He asked, and I sighed. "What do you think?" He slowly released my hand, pulling down the sleeve of his shirt to cover the rose tattoo on his arm. "Let's go back. It's late," he said, ignoring my question. I glanced at the inky night sky and scanned the woods beyond. If I made a run for it, how far would I go? King Aries was the king of the Lycans. I'd heard that he was the oldest Lycan in the kingdom. This could either mean that he had insane abilities or that his abilities were fading with time.

He’s been watching since the ceremony. I looked at Rowan. ‘I understand if you want me to leave before he arrives. Whatever political obligation his arrival creates for you. I don’t want you to leave, Rowan said. He is the Lycan King. If he arrives here and finds you have been —’ Harboring you. Something in his voice was almost amused. Harboring is an interesting word for offering a guest a bed and breakfast. I stopped arguing. Not because I had run out of arguments but because I could see that they were not going to work, and I had learned a long time ago not to spend energy on immovable things.

Whichever one it was, he was sure they had already won this war. “I dare your beloved white wolf to show herself," the Lycan King continued, scanning the soldiers who looked on in anguish, then said in a dangerous voice, “or forever submit to me!" Alpha Thane and Jared stepped forward, growling and showing their fangs. Their stance meant they were out for blood. They advanced toward the lycan king but were immediately blocked by other lycan soldiers. Without a care and with the fury raging inside them, they lunged at the lycans, and a rather short fight broke out.

He takes a sip of his drink and nods, "Exactly what it means, sweetheart. You are getting married to King Ronan Obsborn." "I'm not marrying some lycan king. Dad, I didn't even know that lycans existed until last week!" I shout. I found out last week that we shared this kingdom with a group of shifters called lycans. Like, literally, humans who shift into beasts, lycans. The humans and lycans want the war to end, and to do so, they must form a political alliance through marriage. That's where I come in. My father is the human leader, and Ronan is the lycan king.

Through my blurry gaze, I saw him stepping over Alpha Grayson, which earned a lot of violent and shocked reactions for disrespecting him. “We beg for your forgiveness, your highness. We failed to recognize you.” Whispers from the people I grew up with reached my ear. “Is that really the second prince? I heard he's apathetic and ruthless, but why does he seem so playful?” “Don't let that fool you. Lycans are a lot stronger than werewolves and he can crush our skulls with bare hands.” “I heard he's killed so many, so you better keep your mouth shut because he can hear you.”

I regarded him coldly. “Who the hell are you?" He cocked his head, obviously amused by ‘whatever I couldn't place my fingers on.’ “I'm Luciano, the Lycan king of Moon pack, and your fated mate!" I had barely processed his words when his arms possessively wrapped around my waist as he lowered his lips to mine. “If you want to be kissed so badly, I should be the right person for that,” he said and before I could reply, he took my lips in a hungry but painful kiss.