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a soldier shrieked through the sudden pitch-blackness. “Flesh and bone,” Dominic growled, his voice a terrifying, low vibration that resonated right through the soles of my feet. With his systems supercharged by the magical feedback of our symbiotic bond, the Lycan King rose from the floor like a demon ascending from hell. He didn’t need high-tech armor. He didn’t need weapons. Acting on pure, primitive alpha reflex, Dominic lunged into the dark, blinded line of mercenaries.

She was feeling weak each second. — In the Lycan Kingdom A bunch of wolves was growling in front of the Lycan Palace. "Where is your King?" A man shouted at the Lycans. "He is not here. Who are you all? Why did you come like this?" "I like to talk with your King. When will he come back?" "He is outside. But why are you here?" "Call your King and tell him, Alpha Dylan called for a war. His Lycan Palace is fully attacked by the Alpha King."

Chapter One Hundred and Fifty Four Alexander’s POV Lycan King Alexander stood tall upon a rocky cliff, his fierce gaze sweeping across the vast expanse of his kingdom. The moonlight cascaded over his ebony fur, casting an ethereal glow on his regal figure. His golden eyes, sharp and determined, conveyed the weight of his responsibilities as the ruler of the Lycan pack. "Men," he bellowed, his voice echoing through the night. "We embark on a mission of utmost importance tonight. Zara's parents have vanished under mysterious circumstances when we conquered their pack. It is our duty to find them and bring them home safely."

Aelindra shouted, her voice sharp. Drevon seized his blade, blood dripping from his wounded arm. He approached the fallen king, his heart pounding. The king glared up at him, his glowing eyes filled with defiance even in his final moments. “You will never break the Lycans,” the king said, his voice a low growl. “Our spirit cannot be extinguished.” Drevon hesitated for the briefest of moments, then drove his blade into the king’s chest. The Lycan let out a final, ear-splitting roar, the sound filled with pain and fury. His massive body shuddered, then fell still.

I would fight back, find a way to reclaim my freedom and protect those I cared about. As I stood there, my heart racing, the sound of approaching footsteps echoed in the corridor outside. The heavy door swung open, and there he was—the Lycan King himself, his eyes burning with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine. I couldn't help but wonder what he had come here for. Was it to inflict more pain, or did he have another twisted plan in mind? The Lycan King strode into the chamber, his presence filling the room with a mixture of power and danger. I could see the faint smirk on his lips, a sinister expression that hinted at his control over me. He was a predator, and I was his unfortunat

Lucas got up as well, helping me to my feet. “The Alpha, the Lycan King, the Conqueror and Supreme Ruler of the Lycanthrope is approaching!” a lycan yelled for somewhere out of sight. The entire atmosphere was electrifying and goosebumps grew on my flesh. A colourful entourage preceded their leader, female and male dancers alike. At the end of the parade was the Lycan King flanked by three warriors: one on each side of him and one in front of him. His slave was stark naked and collared with a tight, rough rope which was occasionally tugged by the brute that was her owner. “Look away, Miatta,” Lucas whispered from the corner of his lips. “It’s easier that way.”

he started, voice breaking, hot with anger, and protectiveness. Jesse’s gaze cut him off. “Both of you…. Bow down.” Immediately… both of them dropped, trembling, and shaking. I could hear their hearts pounding in my ears. And then… He snapped his fingers. And his violet eyes immediately became pure silver. Those eyes! This color of eyes only… Only belonged to the Lycan King. I froze. My mouth went dry. Ryan and Aria shook violently. “You! Y-Your… Majesty…” they stammered.

The instant Leah crossed my mind, a burning void seared through my chest. Her name no longer brought pleasure; it only left behind... relentless pain. This is it, isn't it? I thought to myself. This is how I will spend the rest of my life. Trapped in agony. Lucian noticed me too. He shot me a dark, meaningful glance and continued, "...The Lycan King was a figure of immense strength and unyielding will, a leader who elevated our pack to unprecedented heights of power and prosperity. The kingdom thrived under his rule, but hidden beneath the surface lay dark, unspeakable secrets that now cast a shadow over his legacy..."

He took the empty stool beside me. For some reason, talking to him felt easy. Natural. We exchanged jokes. Traded sarcastic remarks. And for the first time all night, I found myself genuinely smiling. The stranger eventually lifted his glass. "Darius." I blinked. "Darius?" "Darius Draven." The name hit me immediately. My eyes widened. Everyone knew that name. The Lycan King. The most powerful Lycan alive. Darius seemed to notice my surprise. "That look never gets old."

BUt she could clearly see Rakhbar was proud of their new King because of his ability to shift into a fearsome Lycan as not many lycans could shift these days so his people were ready to cater to his vulgar desires. Just imagining it was horrible. Laylin breathed out, as her legs almost gave out. The King was probably the age of her father, she didn't want to imagine the monster she will face. She bit her lips. She had never wanted to marry this wretched King but she knew a wretched man wouldn't let her get away. He was a lycan and she had heard Lycan women bleed on his bed, what if kills her after molesting her? Her father will have what he wanted and Rakhbar won't shed a tear for her. No on