The Lycan King's Breeder Novels & Stories

"I made you King and this is what you do? Accuse me of a crime I did not commit? Which is a decade old?" "Hold your tongue Sacredos. I do not tolerate disrespect," I growled. "You did not make me King. I became King the second Vasilik stepped on my land and hurt my family. My mate's wolf got angry and killed him. Her wolf is the reason I am King," I twisted the truth and looked down on him. I focused my attention on the female. "What happened?" I asked, ignoring her parents who were crying upon seeing the condition of their daughter.

Xandros said and the elder cleared his throat loudly as he looked at Alpha Wyatt. "Lycan Lord, we were all her when the gracious ceremony of your wedding with Lady Maren took place and you choose her as your mate. Why are you picking an issue with it now? Is it because of your breeder?" Everyone turned to look at him as the elder purposely placed him in a tight spot. "Precisely," Xandros nodded his head lightly with a smirk, "My breeder is my true mate..but I'm sure you all know that by now. That's why I want to change her status from breeder to Luna, so you all can respect her.""

I look at him for a moment seeing that he really doesn't know who I'm talking about. "Are you serious?" Max asks him looking just as confused as Ryan. "Do I suppose to know who this Lycan is or something?" Ryan looking lost. "Dude where the fuck have you been, under a rock?" Max says. "A Lycan is the original breed of werewolves, but they all died off many years ago. The Lycan king was locked away long before any of us was born," I tell Ryan before looking back down at Lester, hearing a couple of groans come from him as Donna stitch up his wounds.

she asks gently, her tone cautious but not pressing. I freeze, the pleasant atmosphere cracking like thin ice beneath heavy footsteps. My fingers twist in my lap, nails digging into my palms. For a moment, I consider deflecting, changing the subject, but the truth has been burning in my chest for too long. I exhale shakily and meet her gaze. "That he is the Lycan King," I say, the words tasting foreign yet bitterly familiar.

"And I'm willing to do whatever it takes to get it from you." I tried to struggle against the restraints, but they held me fast. My heart was racing as I realized I was in serious trouble. "I don't know what you want from me," I said, fear lacing my voice as I struggled against the restraints. "Oh, but I think you do," the man said, hovering over me with a knife. "You're the breeder of the Lycan King, and I want information on him." My heart stopped at his words, dread filling me as he traced the outline of my swollen belly. "Please," I begged, tears streaming down my face. "I don't know anything."

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."

However, the rest of the werewolf world happened to be against them, seeing them as a threat that should be eliminated, especially the Lycan king who thought that no one could defeat him. The haunting of the silver wolves began. Due to that, they sought to increase their population, thereby mating with other clans in secret. But when it came to the reign of your father, he realized that he and his sister were the last pure-blooded silver wolves. In a bid to keep to the will of his ancestors, he went about killing the crossbred silver wolves. However, one day, he returned only to meet his sister's lifeless body. Now, he had no other option than to let the crossbreeds live. However, he had wip

I regarded him coldly. “Who the hell are you?" He cocked his head, obviously amused by ‘whatever I couldn't place my fingers on.’ “I'm Luciano, the Lycan king of Moon pack, and your fated mate!" I had barely processed his words when his arms possessively wrapped around my waist as he lowered his lips to mine. “If you want to be kissed so badly, I should be the right person for that,” he said and before I could reply, he took my lips in a hungry but painful kiss.

My thoughts stumbled. My Father? “It won't happen.” A third voice disagreed. It sounded like a woman. “After everything he believes the half breed did. Plus that entrance to the ball and her Luna suspension? It’s only a matter of time before the Lycan sends his war bride packing.” Believes I did? My pulse spiked. What had this version of me done? Aside from running did Ashlyn do something else? “They'd better split.” The first voice growled darkly. “The late Lycan is dead. We’re closer now than we’ve ever been. We must remain focused on our goal.”

The declaration sent a shiver down her spine—not just from fear but something else, something unknown yet strangely familiar. She took a step back. “I belong to no one.” The massive Lycan tilted his head, studying her. He was taller than any man she had ever seen, his body sculpted with raw power. Dark hair fell to his shoulders, and his golden eyes burned with an intensity that made her breathless. He wore no crown, no cloak of royalty, but she knew who he was. Everyone had heard of him. Aedric, the Lycan King. The stories spoke of a ruthless ruler, a beast who commanded legions of wolves, who tore apart enemies without mercy. The monster who had kept humans away from the forbidden forests