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He stopped beside the bed, close enough now that she could smell him—forest, smoke, moonlight, and something darker beneath it. “I am the Alpha King,” he said at last. “Of this kingdom. And every pack bound to it.” Lyra absorbed that. The truth settled like a stone in her chest. “Ares Nightbane,” she whispered. The name tasted dangerous. “The Lycan King.” His gaze sharpened. “You knew my name.” “Everyone does,” she said softly. “Children are warned with it. Mothers pray it never finds them.” “And you’re not afraid,” he observed.

A new voice suddenly said and the frightful sound Andrea let out made me know it was the Lycan King even without seeing him. I returned my gaze forward and stared at the Tall, mighty-looking Lycan that was approaching us so confidently with a casual gait. He had both his arms bandaged— reminding me that I had broken both of them that very night of the full mating moon. But then, I could see him move one of them while the other was completely limp— I had made him a one-arm King. Nonetheless, behind him was an army of Lycans and Praised brothers and I couldn’t measure the magnitude of the army because most of them were lingering in the cave tunnels.

"Friendship and empty assurances are not my concern. That is not who I am. My path is forged by actions, not mere words. Allow me to share a story with you, one that reveals the resilience of a Lycan king." As Lucian's words reach my ears, a part of me can't help but be intrigued. What story does he hold within his grasp? Would it be enough to convince the pack members? His tone carries an air of detachment, reflecting his stoic nature. “There was once a Lycan king, a figure of unparalleled strength and unshakeable determination. He faced insurmountable hardships and waged wars with unwavering resolve. Countless battles left him marked and scarred, but he remained unyielding in his fight for

[LYCAN KINGDOM B - OUTSKIRTS - NIGHT TIME] The vast expanse of the Lycan Kingdom stretched out before Zilver and his army, a seemingly endless forest cloaked in the vibrant hues of autumn. The air was crisp, carrying the scent of fallen leaves and the distant promise of adventure. Zilver, the formidable lycan king of kingdom A with eyes as sharp as his silver armour, rode at the head of his troops, their horses pounding the earth with each thunderous step. The army moved with a synchronised precision that spoke of years of training and discipline.

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.

A witch yelled in shock "My divine what is this? I can't tell if they are men or wolves," Another told the Angel through a mind link "Fear not my subjects, for I am with you," She echoed her rhythmic voice into the battlefield. As the King let out a rallying cry that echoed through the valley, the ground shook beneath the charging hooves of his Lycans, the sound of the approaching army thundering like a tempest on the horizon. As the King let out a rallying cry that echoed through the valley, the ground shook beneath the charging hooves of his Lycans, the sound of the approaching army thundering like a tempest on the horizon.

They wiped their lips that are smeared with blood as they waited for their master’s orders. “Now, we’ll go to the city where rogues and humans live. I have to build more manpower for my plans to succeed. We’ll have to be discreet about each step that we take. That man is not ordinary. He can do anything as long as we’re careless and crush us in an instant. That is why we must receive help from people who hold great animosity towards him. Witches, humans, and rogues. Every help we could find! This is war we’re talking about. I have to be very careful,” he said as he looked his men in the eye one by one. They all nodded their heads in agreement. It is not easy to defeat the Lycan King in a war

Chapter seven Leila's POV His voice vibrated with so much authority, I almost went down on my knees. He was the Lycan King whose anonymous name spelts doom. I was truly going to die in the hands of the brutal Lycan King. The one who had wrecked many lives without any regret. His eyes wandererd to where I was. His eyes squinted a bit as he watched me like a predator ready to feast on my soul.

And now, their eyes were on me. Far away, in the icy spires of the Lycan Kingdom, King Lucian pauses mid-war meeting. His sharp nostrils flare as a scent reaches him, a royal bloodline thought extinct has awakened. His wolf stirs. His eyes narrow. Aurelia Nightbane, he thinks, and the throne room falls silent as he senses the shift that will change everything.

With his claws, Ray tore through fur of the Lycan making it slow down. The Lucan growled in pain, he threw his hind legs behind him, sending Ray staggering back. He fell on a tree and his side was swollen. I halted to help him. Trickle of blood was on his face from the impact. How powerful was this Lycan? As the Lycan turned to look back at us, I met his eyes. Red, burning with anger and hate, having nothing but sinister written in it. “It’s an Alpha Lycan King.” Ray mouthed, his voce fading. “Alpha, avoid him...”