The Lycan King's Breeder Novels & Stories

I could just about cope with this, until one of the guests asked for action of a more intimate kind. This wasn’t on the cards, fortunately. And all at once the show was over. I found out later we were the appetiser for a full blown auction which included neither of us. Spreading she-wolves throughout the clans would only weaken them, I thought. It seemed the Lycans believed differently. The more breeders they could take from regular werewolves, the less chance they had to thrive and compete with this alternate, superior species. The Alpha King summoned me later. He said he hadn’t fucked me yet and tonight was the night.

The nobles parted instantly, whispering behind gloved hands, watching closely as everything unfolded. I stood frozen beside the marble pillar, the pressure of his aura pressing down on my shoulders until my joints popped. Up close, he smelled entirely of power and frost. He looked down at me, his eyes flashing a brief dangerous streak of Lycan gold. There was no warmth there, no recognition of the sacred bond currently sewing our souls together. There was only a king protecting his borders, he needed Anya’s eastern warriors to survive the brewing war on his south side. He wasn't going to let a nameless omega ruin his empire.

He stepped closer instead, his eyes glowing like molten emeralds. “You and your kind deserve no mercy,” he said coldly. “You wolves have been a thorn in the flesh of every lycan. Today, that ends. You found our hideout and cost me two of my brothers. I know your name—and I know exactly what you are. And when I’m done with you, you’ll curse the day you became my mate.” His words froze the air in my lungs. “Take her away!” he commanded. Hands gripped my arms and dragged me backward, my heart hammering as I stared at him in disbelief.

They mostly cherish and care for their mates because if they lose them, they would forever be broken, but in reverse was the case in my situation; my mate wanted me dead, probably why he made me the royal food taster knowing how dangerous the job was. Sighing, I pulled myself up and was about to move when there was a sudden knock on the door. Knowing my bedmate, she wouldn’t knock before entering, so I was certain that she wasn’t the one. Lifting my brows and pushing up my lips, I masked my pains and presented a polite face as I opened the door. “Yes?” “The king requires your presence in his chamber,” delivered the lycan guard wolf who was standing before me. I could tell his identity from h

He doesn't need your approval! "I will send you to Eclipse Castle. The Lycan King is fond of you after watching your match. You will leave there as long as he wants," he uttered. "There's no guarantee that you will be coming back here…alive." My eyes widened when he mentioned the Lycan King who personified arrogance, virility and power. Everyone was afraid of him. In his prime years, he killed thousand Alphas. It was a miracle that he was the one who offered a truce but of course, all of us were still at his mercy.

I had to act quickly. "Try and find out from your brother how he got to meet this... wretched thing," the old man muttered as he shuddered. "We need to get to the root of the matter. A Lycan King being mated to an Omega is one that has never been heard of--"

She flipped through pages until she found what she was looking for. The Lycan King. King Daemon Blackthorn, Alpha of the Royal Pack, ruler of all territories. His word was law among werewolves, his power unmatched. If any Alpha could offer her protection without fear of reprisal from Mason, it would be him. But the Lycan King was notoriously difficult to reach. His pack was in the northern mountains, hundreds of miles away. He rarely involved himself in pack politics unless absolutely necessary. And why would he care about one Luna's problems?

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.

"Lycan King Lucas Morretti is the last of his blood line!'' The words hung in the air, making the big fancy hall feel strange. My heart raced inside me as I stood there, feeling really surprised and scared. Could it be true? The powerful Lycan King, who ruled this place and gorvened fear over all other packs, couldn't have kids? It seemed too strange to be true. I looked at him, my eyes begging him to understand. "Please, Alpha, you gotta trust me. I haven't been with anyone else but you. This baby is yours, I promise."

I immediately take several steps back, my heart thundering, and suddenly I hear a ringing in my ears. “You killed him?” I can’t believe what I’m hearing right now. “Yes. Now, if we are done here. Steph will help you with all you need, and remember my rules. No one can ever know that you’re not mated to me.” “Why?” “Because if they do. You will be the first person I kill,” he states. His words echo in the silence, each one heavier than the last. Lycan King. Breeder. Heir. I stare at him, struggling to make sense of the world that has tilted beneath my feet. My mind races, grasping for logic, for any explanation that didn’t end with me trapped in this stranger’s plan.