The Lycan King's Breeder Novels & Stories

King Thorvald asked, knowing it won’t. “Yes,” Shysie said, not sure. “You know, for the past forty years, we have been trying to end the Lycan royal family. The closest anyone has ever come to ending King Makens is my pet. If it wasn’t for that stupid Raven that warned him, we would have been ruling over the Lycans. So, even though I am hopeful for my pet not to kill a woman, it does not really matter if he does not. As long as he climaxes inside of them. I take his sperm from the dead woman’s body and implant it with fertilized eggs before implanting it in a surrogate,” King Thorvald explained.

Monarch Miller Jones’s point. In the heart of the mystical Lycan realm, where moonlight wove secrets and shadows danced with desire, there existed a king unlike any other. His name echoed through the ancient forests, whispered with both reverence and fear: King Miller. I stretched my limbs once I woke up from the hot and tiring sex with Tina, the pack slut, and my current bed partner for a good fuck. She provided me with coitus (sex) anytime, anywhere, and whenever I was horny. I got up from my bed and took my shower before getting dressed. My name is Miller Reid Jones. I am the Lycan king. I was born as a Lycan. My father was the former Lycan king. He was courageous, noble, and the most pow

After the King brought me back to his chambers, he dumped me directly into his terrifyingly large bathroom and told me to clean myself before turning to leave. I didn't understand how he had found me so accurately, but his intention was crystal clear—due to the Witches' curse, Lycans rarely produced offspring, with mates offering the only slightly higher possibility. As the supreme ruler, Zavan would need an heir. And I was the perfect candidate for a breeder. No. I hadn’t intended to let those rogues have me, and I wouldn’t allow even a king to. I took the sharpest fragment of the broken silver cuffs and lined the sharp, jagged edges with Derek’s poison. Knowing Derek, I could trust it to b

"I understand, Klay. I am sorry for keeping this to you. We want you and the kids to grow up normally. We thought that nothing like this would happen again because the Scarlet Pack has been protecting our town for the past years. They already put the Crimson Pack to its proper place, but it seems like they will not stop until they get what they want." "Scarlet Pack?" I raised my brow. "Who are they? And, this Crimson Pack?" "It's a pack where Rozen belongs. His father is the current King of the Lycan and he is the legitimate heir. However, his half-brother proclaimed himself to be the king of the lycans, declaring war to each pack if they will not give them support. Since the war decades ago

“Your Majesty, you are a guest here. A honoured one, but still a guest. Red Moon matters must be handled with care.” Caleb took one step forward, and the air changed. The lamps along the wall flickered. “I am also the Lycan King,” he said. “And I will say this once where every listening ear can carry it properly. If another wolf touches Alexander Grey, traps him, harms him, or uses rank to corner him, I will treat it as an attack on me.” A sharp breath passed through the wolves watching from nearby corners. Rowan’s face did not change, but Alexander saw his fingers tighten around the edge of his robe.

Her voice was small and she kept tucking a stubborn strand of hair behind her ear, A dark look clouded over the court maid's expression and she bobbed her head slightly, turning back to stare up at the sculpture, "Yes." She replied shortly. My eyes widened in shock, "Child? The King had a child?" This new information shocked me, I had never researched about the Lycan King, never caring enough to. All I knew was that he lost his wife two centuries ago and refused to mate with another since then. I never imagined he lost his only child as well.

A stack of papers with women’s pictures, names, and information lay within the folder. When I don’t move to accept their “gift,” my father frowns at me. “To become the Lycan King, you must have a strong Luna at your side, and these ten are the best we could find. Your mother spent hours checking on their backgrounds, breeding, and abilities,” he informs me, and I can’t help but feel a sliver of disgust when he says breeding. Like they’re some sort of cattle to be traded. Without waiting for a response, he closes the file, stands, and puts it in my hand.

Realizing my lapse, I cleared my throat and asked him to repeat his statement. Leo let out an exasperated sigh before repeating his words, his frustration evident in his tone. "I was discussing the speculations, Sir, about your alleged incompetence as the Lycan King. The other kings seem disrespected by your refusal to uphold the tradition of Lycan Kings owning women as pets," A wave of annoyance coursed through me as I listened to Leo's words. The archaic tradition of owning women as pets was a practice I vehemently opposed, and I had made it clear to my council members and the other kings from the very beginning.

The place is like a castle reaching for the sky. "Welcome to your new home, breeders! The Lycan King will see you now." I've heard that name before, and based on the stories, if we omega breeders survived this long, only terrible suffering awaits us once we enter into that castle. If we don't lose our lives first.

Another replied and I groaned but still closed my eyes there. “Are you nut? Can’t you see he is about to die? He can’t even open his eyes well anymore. Are we going to watch him die like this?” One of them said again and my heart leaped. “You are the one who’s lost his mind. Have you forgotten that he is a Lycan king and a very strong one at that? How will he die just because he is thirsty? Beings like him can go for years without taking anything and they will still be okay!” One of them finally raised his voice as he scolded the last one who spoke.