The Lycan King's Breeder Novelas e Histórias

I exhaled and forced myself to keep moving. By the time the market appeared, my legs ached. Sweat clung lightly to my skin. I wove through the stalls, picking items one by one. I counted my money before each purchase, then counted again, over and over. Voices nearby caught my attention. “…the cursed Lycan King,” one girl whispered, eyes wide with fear. I slowed without meaning to. “They say he’s hunting again,” another added. “Looking for a breeder. Can you imagine? Being chosen for that?”

I finally managed to ask. "I have been searching for a breeder for a long time, someone who can provide me with the perfect offspring. When I saw you at the auction, I knew that you were the perfect match for me." I scoffed softly, feeling a mix of anger and fear. "Use me as a breeder, and then what? What happens when you finally have no use for me anymore? Will you just kill me? It's better if you just kill me now than force me into doing something I don't want to do."

As the Lycan King, I rule over all the other packs and they have to discuss every important matter about their pack with me. That's how it has always been but there's nothing I loathe like sitting for hours listening to things I have least Interest with so that leaves Leo to handle such petty matters. My head is occupied with the news about the new arrivals to the auction that will be held two hours from now. Known as the heartless and mateless king, I get to satsify my sexual needs by buying a few sex slaves. We lycans are known to have a strong sex drive and that's why I personally pick my sex slaves.

Fine, maybe a little but still. I can’t let them freak out and Dylan should now lose whatever time he has left which I imagine is very little and I keep thinking about his request. I asked him what he means that he wants to be put down and then he told me that he needs to be put down the same way we put rapid guard dogs down because that’s exact what he is now. He doesn’t want to do shit without knowing what he is doing and he thinks the moon goddess will subject him to eternal damnation if he hurts people even though she can see that he is a lunatic. Honestly, nothing about that goddess makes sense to me. You will think rogues are the ones who will be becoming lunatics because they have los

,sans-serif; mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;} Luca Marino Every fucking thing I did were necessary evils. As a Lycan King and mafia lord, I was used to that principle. Over the years, that exact mantra led me to the top. Drunk Serena had accused that I was mean. But, she didn’t know of my world just yet. This is why I had come up with a deal to keep her around. Since she was my mate, I had to keep her around to be complete. Oh, so holy.

“The legendary lycan Alpha, Kennis Blackwell, is coming to our territory. He’s seeking a young woman between the ages of 20 and 24 to become his Luna.” Gasps rippled through the crowd, and I felt the flicker of dread take root in my chest. Kennis Blackwell, his name alone, stirred dark thoughts and fear in every soul present. An ancient beast who had survived centuries, he was infamous for his ruthless nature and refusal to take another mate after losing his. Why, then, was he interested in a Luna now?

Their lycanthropy differed from others, standing taller and ten times stronger, resembling humans more closely. I dreaded being sold as a slave there; rumors spoke of brutal consequences for even looking at the twin Lycan Kings. Many believed their lineage traced back to the Holy Mother of the Moon goddess. "Help! Please, I don't want to be sold!" I cried out, pounding my fists against the wall to no avail. The others in the room regarded me as if I were lost in a dream. Desperately, I pleaded for Alpha Klaus to give me another chance to prove my worth in bed, despite the laughter it provoked. I'd rather stay in this pack than face being sold off.

she said firmly. The old lady ignored Brinsle at first. “Lucinda’s orders,” Brinsle said. “No one is to touch him before he’s branded. And even then, he’ll be given to the virgins first.” The woman stopped at that. Her eyes were fixed on the floor. “The virgins?” she said, her voice sad. “Yes,” Brinsle replied. “He’s the Lycan King. His seed is powerful. We can’t waste it on old, dried up wombs.”

Caspian The Crimson Cycle hits every Lycan male on the winter solstice. It is a biological curse. A fever in the blood that demands violence or a mate. Usually, I lock myself in the palace vaults and sweat it out. I suppress the beast. My twin brother, Octavian, always had a way of handling his cycle. He would line up willing females and spend a week destroying hotel rooms. But I am the King. I do not lose control like a common dog.

The Lycan King was coming here? I’d never seen the Lycan King before and it filled with an odd sense of trepidation. It was said that he was built like a mountain and could lift a building on his back. Why was he coming to our small pack? At that, Head maid’s voice pierced into my thoughts, “...the King is searching for a mate. Alpha Liam said if the King chose a mate from our pack, it would elevate us all and secure us a spot as royalty!” A bitter smile curled my lips at their naivety. Liam was a selfish alpha and his desperation for power was his only motivation. He didn’t care about any of them and yet they were fooled.