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Stone had assumed that he was leading the strategy, but I had led them to the one place that I knew would have enough bodies to fill a river. They were standing on the ground of fallen warriors, an army that had died for me, fought wars and dissolved kings in my name. And just like before, they were risen, awaiting my command one last time. My army of the undead had risen. This was the enemy they didn’t see coming. They had been fighting like mortals, but now, I was going to show them why I was called the Lycan king. “Mikhail, he is here,” Damon mumbled, his hand shaking as he held onto his sword.

I began to read aloud: To Alpha Tormund of the Moonveil Pack, The King has received your message and deems your situation grave. Reinforcements are being deployed. Ten thousand Lycan warriors will arrive within six days of this letter. His Majesty himself will ride with them and stand beside you on the battlefield. Your enemy, Alpha Cyrus, is not to be underestimated. His army is vast, his cruelty unmatched. Yet, even he has a weakness. His mate. She is never far from him, bound by the blood oath they share. If you can capture her alive, we may use her as leverage to call off this war before it devours both our realms. If that fails, then know this, the Lycan army will not fall. Cyrus and ev

They didn’t pause for introductions or explanations—they only shouted, their voices echoing off the stone walls. “The Lycan King has arrived!” one yelled, his voice raw with awe and fear. “He’s tearing through everything! Nothing will stop him!” I stumbled back, shock rooting me to the spot. My eyes darted to Lola, who had gone rigid, her claws half-raised. Even she seemed momentarily stunned by the sheer presence and force of what was happening. “He… he’s here?” I whispered, my throat dry. The warriors’ voices rose again, recounting his path, each word slicing through the room like a blade. Houses burned, soldiers fell, enemies crushed beneath the weight of his rage.

"I was terrified, but I never saw a werewolf like that. All I know is you look like a normal wolf but big. Not that big! You were enormous. What are you?" "I'm a Lycan—the first breed of a werewolf who roams the earth. I think I am last of my kind," Davon stood and looked afar. There was a hint of sadness in his eyes, "I'm the Lycan King." I remember he mentioned that in the notebook. Lycan King. He is the king of all werewolves. I don't know what that means, but I am still shaking, seeing a real werewolf transformed right in my eyes.

With a sad frown, I gaze down the hill, my brown eyes peering through the fields of grasses. Though I stand at a far distance from the Grand Alkhemi, I can see and hear the chain armours jingling and tinkling under the turbulent, cellar-black sky. I suck in a deep breath. The wolves gathered around me nudge my left arm, pushing towards the Kings. They are eager to push me towards their King. They want to see me stand by the Lycan King and fight against the fallen angel.

“I was preparing to bring her to your quarters my king…” Ma'am Lucy was saying but the lycan king waved dismissively. “I will speak with her here. You may leave.” Ma'am Lucy bowed and out she went. I was then left alone with the lycan king. He strolled around the room observing things. I was able to get a look as his cold eyes were looking around. He was quite tall and muscular. His shiny dark hair was neatly pulled into a pony at the back. His chiselled face and grey eyes still lingered in my memory. But not more than the kiss…

She finished as she pointed out the force of my grip, I had almost forgotten that I was holding her so tight so I released my grip a little. She is not going to help me, how am I supposed to reach the Lycan king? Someone so powerful without getting hurt, I seek his face, and maybe he sensed it, I don't know how possible that is but just a few seconds after, he was already looking at me, my heart pleaded, I was scared, and I didn't want this whole charade to go on, I wanted to see inside my heart, I wanted him to stop. But would he listen to a slave like me, someone who is seen as unworthy of his attention? And maybe it worked because his next course of action was to take the men off their my

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.”

It's really hard and very strange just to think that she could be from the company I feel like I want to kill her but there is something inside me that feels that I would never be able to do this if it really was like this. He got up from her side and quickly went to the window looking out at the sky, then muttered: What am I really going to do then! I'm Ayden, the king of the Lycans, I can't think of anything, not only that, but I'm confused between right and wrong. I can overlook right and wrong. I've been fooled by the bond before and thought I had a mate but this time it's completely different I feel something built inside me since I saw her eyes that looked like the black of the night.

The End. Hello, dear readers, this chapter marks the end of the My Personal Lycan King series. I know I made a lot of mistakes and there were lots of grammatical mistakes, and I am sorry for all of them. I am not a native English speaker, but I am always trying to improve myself. If you loved this story even for a few minutes, then please leave a comment and review the story. This was my first story, and I was a bit uneven in updating patterns too, please forgive me for that. Once again, thank you all for continuing this journey along with me. It was the support from readers like you that made this book work, and I hope I will be getting some love in the future too. There were many comments