The Lycan King's Breeder Novels & Stories

"Thank you for your honesty." As I turned to walk away, a whirlwind of thoughts swirled in my mind. I knew that this revelation changed everything, altering the course of our relationship and the destiny of our kingdom. But one thing remained constant—the love and connection between the Lycan King and me. Our bond was not defined solely by our ability to bear children but by the strength of our hearts and the depth of our devotion.

Lycans can only breed with their mates, and if he finds out, if he gets a whiff that I’m indeed his mate, he would fight heavens and earth for me because I was the hope of his heritage, his lineage. But it seemed like he had already lost hope of finding with his mate, seeing as he had adopted Ryker. Ryker dreams of the throne, as it’s supposed to be passed to him. The Lycan king is tired of power, as Lycans never die. Being the last Lycan royal, he held quite a lot of power, and he would have even more power with his mate. Me I watched Ryker take a drink as he glared out at the horizon, and I prayed the alpha king wouldn’t return. I prayed I would never see him again; I hoped he would never

He replied, continuing to walk. “Is King Marcelo going to be gracing us with his presence this year?” Jason asked the king. “Well. We are not certain. He never responded to the letter,” the King replied. The Lycan King? Did they invite him? The cold-blooded killer was invited to the convention? I wondered, following behind. If at all the Lycan will be here, I made a note to make sure that I avoid them at all costs. They were ruthless and dominant.

“Listen, as much as I despise all Lycans, most importantly people related to the Lycan King, I have no plans of hurting you or keeping you around me for a long time” Despite the glint of fear in her eyes, her eyes peaked with curiosity. “And what could it be? Your majesty” Her voice was barely above a whisper. “I want you to be my breeder. You will give me a child” I watched as she swallowed hard, fiddling with her fingers. “How would that be possible sir…….”Her words trailed and she ducked her head as soon as I shot her a glare. “Impossibility doesn’t exist in my books. I don’t care about how you were sold or who sold you but what matters to me is now so listen to me carefully,”

“To the Council.” My heart dropped. “What did she say?” He unrolled the scroll and read aloud, his voice flat "To the esteemed Council of Frost Bane and the Moonspire Alliance, It has come to my attention that the Lycan King has grown… compromised. Since the arrival of the breeder Morwenna Ashbourne, his decisions have grown violent, and unbefitting the throne. I fear she has ensnared him with manipulation—or worse. If allowed to continue, she will become the downfall of the pack.

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

Like there was something he hadn't taken care of and it boggled him. “Alpha Dante, Alpha Greg,” Carlos called. “What do you think the lycan king desires the most?” “Why do you ask?” Dante asked back with a frown. “Well, just curious. All of us desire something desperately. I was wondering if he was also like that. With all his power and authority, surely there's nothing he desires right?” he chuckled awkwardly. Alpha Greg scoffed. “He desperately desired to find the killers of his mate and unborn pup but would never.”

“Let me introduce you to King Alaric Anjou the Third. The King of all humans, werewolves, and magical creatures alike.” I nodded slowly, tracing the lines of the drawing. He looked so much like Lucien it made my skin crawl. “So he’s of French stock, too?” I asked, trying to keep my voice casual while admiring the picture. “Is that all you have to say?” Vivienne asked, her tone dripping with disappointment. “What did you want me to say?” I shot back. “I don't know—show that you're impressed! I just found out that the entity inside of you slept with the Lycan King himself. I cracked the code, Seraphina!” She threw her hands up in the air as if she had just won a marathon.

And his chest rumbled with a deep growl as Evren nodded to his question. “Good,” Lachlan growled, a sense of satisfaction spreading through his nerves as he moved from where he was to stand directly behind the omega. “I will teach you,” The Lycan King declared, a sense of depravity settling in his bones as the thought of being able to corrupt Evren. The Lycan King was depraved and ruthless, but even he didn’t know how much joy it would bring him to know that this omega before him did not know about sex before he was brought to the King.

The disgust in his golden eyes was replaced by a sharp, calculating stare. Every wolf in the kingdom knew the Lycan King’s secret. His royal blood was too dominant, too powerful. Normal she-wolves could not survive carrying his pups. He had gone through multiple high-born females, but none could give him an heir. His lack of a successor was the only vulnerability in his reign. Kael crouched down, bringing his face level with mine. He studied me intently. He wasn't looking at me as a person anymore. He was looking at a solution to his political problems.