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The king was next to him again, blood soaring in the air as he ripped out his arm, His leg. Like it was nothing. I felt ill. Bile rose up my throat as the blood pooled round the fountain, the smell of iron strong in the air. The Alpha had not made a sound after his arm was ripped out, his eyes a hazy gloss as he stared above, his face bone white, even in the darkness. “Y-your.. your majesty.” His chest heaved as the king stood over him, and for the first time in my life, I saw fear in a lycans eyes.

I moved my attention to the feral wolf that was in front of me. But no, he was no ordinary wolf; he was a lycan. The Lycan King. I stared at King Titus who looked as deviously powerful as everyone described him to be. He was so tall, and he was almost half turned: his fangs protruding out of his mouth, his veins so thick on his arms and hands, and his eyes were as blinding as the sun.

"And now, I'm here to claim my queen." Lucas glared at Alexander, his muscles tensed and ready for a fight. "I won't stand by and let you take her against her wish," he growled. Alexander chuckled darkly, his eyes flashing with anger. "You have no idea what you're getting yourself into, pup," he said, his voice dripping with contempt. "I am the king of the Lycans, and I will have no problem tearing you and your little pack apart if you continue to defy me."

The mating bite on his neck stood openly visible, a deliberate symbol of defiance against the old laws that had sparked this war. Lucien joined him on the tower, his massive frame clad in full black armor etched with silver wolves, the crown of the Lycan King resting heavy on his brow. His golden eyes burned with ruthless determination as he surveyed the approaching threat. The bond between them thrummed strongly, a warm anchor amid the gathering storm, feeding strength from one to the other.

He was a Lycan, a stronger and older race. In battle, they fought in a half-human, half-wolf form, making them more agile and powerful than ordinary werewolves. But Lycans were very rare. "But how are you here?" I asked, finally taking his hand for a handshake. "Tracking a few vicious rogues," he said, furrowing his brow. I remembered Blake mentioning rogue attacks along the border recently. Just then, a doctor walked over. "I'm sorry, Alpha Logan. We did our best, but we couldn't stop your brother's bleeding."

Lycan King Logan had summoned me to his pack, and I had no choice but to obey. His summons weren’t invitations. They were commands, and refusing him wasn’t an option. Not if I wanted to keep my head attached to my shoulders. I never expected this deal going sideways. Some Alphas I had invited for the alliances didn't accept it because they were scared of the wrath of the Lycan King.

' I felt Avas presence continuously nudge at my consciousness but I was too focused on London and too distracted by the questions in my head to pay her any attention. What was the Lycan King doing? Was he serious with what he said? And why was London heading our way? All these questions and many more crossed my mind and watching London slowly close in on us worsened it. "The great Ryder Nixon," London said with a light chuckle as he clasped his hands together loudly. "The mighty Lycan King, Alpha of Startling Pack," he grinned, "I hate to burst your happy bubble but you're mistaken." All eyes turned to Ryder as everyone awaited his reply. The Lycan King, who seemed to be unbothered by the at

So each time there's a Lycan shift in the kingdom, they are burnt to death with magic or if they are lucky enough, they are dumped near the forest of doom. The brutality against Lycans is what I want to stop. No pup deserves being shunned just because his beast doesn't stand on four paws or looks like a giant dog. "You're getting rather close to the Princess. Are you sure you can kill her father?" Marcus remarks, bringing me back to the present. I frown at his words and shoot him a glare. "Why wouldn't I kill him? It has always been the plan." I catch Lyson coming from the other side of the forest that leads to the forest of doom, shirtless. Was he out there training on his own?

He officially accepted Declan’s condition, and it was there and then they set a schedule for the inauguration of the treaty. The word spread. The announcement of Declan, the Lycan king from the Canine family engulfed the whole continent like a purge. Our pack’s alliance with the Lycans was made known, excluding the part where they had to give something as a present; me. Clad in a white long dress, I walked through the narrow pathway towards the man I was forced to be with. Declac Antonio. The Lycan King. The noxious man, who was said to be the strongest. The leader of all the Lycans.

Shouts of affirmation were heard from the crowd and the few Alphas who remained in the palace watched on with awe. “We will emerge victorious once more, but make no mistake… This shall not be an easy fight, it shall not be a victory without sacrifice. Are you ready?” The crowd roared in agreement and Will smirked, “Then I welcome you to the Army of the Great Lycan.” Will’s smirk grew, the name was once given to the Royal Army once again reigned its protection over the world and so awakened the path to Lycan Royalty.