The Lycan King's Dire Wolf Mate の小説・ストーリー

Its intricately worked face bore the seal of the Obsidian Throne. My stomach knotted, and my breath stopped half in. He wasn’t just any Lycan. The Lycan Leader. The king of the Obsidian Throne. The wolf is the most formidable beast in our world. I’d just collided with him. My heart began to race as the realization of what was potentially happening finally broke through the barrier. Here I was, in front of the world's most powerful man, and I could all but smell my pussy in a heady cloud around me. I steeled myself for a scolding… or worse. An unchecked heat cycle in the public eye was a disgrace, a breach that would draw the wrath of the Obsidian Throne counsel.

“If they want war, they’ll get one. But they’ll learn one thing before this ends.” “What’s that?” I whispered. He turned to me, and his eyes weren’t just Damon’s anymore. They were the eyes of a king. A Lycan King. “That no one touches what’s mine.” —

And now, he’d spent the night with a wolfless omega. “What is this, Liora? I even rejected my mate for the King, and now he chooses to spend the night with a blind girl. What should I do?” I asked through our mindlink. “Patience, Evangeline,” Liora replied. “Even if she spent one night with the Lycan King, he would never make a wolfless she-wolf his Luna. Go out today and relax. Focus on keeping your composure.” I grumbled, standing up and heading for the door. I needed fresh air, or I might just lose it and murder those two idiots behind me.

He was in front of me with his claws out. “Alpha Leon, the Lycan king is calling for you.” He stopped on his tracks, “I will be with him.” He turned back to me; he didn’t want to do anything anymore. “You might have been saved this time, but make sure that when you are released from here that you don’t step out place or else, I will make sure that you breath.” He turned and took his leave; I gave a sigh of relief. “What is the Lycan King doing here?”

I smiled, looking at the Alpha, who seemed to be scared. After all, the Lycan king is the most feared werewolf in the city of Lyconia. “Lies. She has been rejected–” “Silence!” the Alpha replied in anger. Walking towards me, he reached out for my jaws while I spat in his face. Slap! “Fuck!” I yelled. “You will regret ever touching me, huh!” I responded fiercely. “She’s marked. You motherfuckers! I only asked you to bring me the treasure, and now you brought the Lycan’s Luna to me?” He shrieked.

He asked casually, ignoring the man's jab. "Because she knows him!" Milan seemed to think on it, looking at his nails to flick off an insect that just perched there. "Well, as the Lycan King of this Kingdom, I beg to differ. I can't l_" "What!" They all screamed. "You are the Lycan King?" The scrawny man surged forward, then his eyes grew in their sockets as he pointed deadly at Milan turned to his followers, and shouted. "He is the man we seek. Get him!"

My newly awakened wolf, Kiera, stirs within me and I almost have a heart attack when she utters the word: “Mate” as I look at Alpha Killian. She starts skipping around in excitement and chanting the word over and over again in my mind. I can feel my euphoria mounting, I did not only survive his mark; it turns out that I’m his mate. I’m mated to the Lycan King!

I am glad that he didn't have to make a deal with Alfred's father then, it would have been a lot harder to put all of these in place. I inhaled the fresh air as I made a run to the mountains where the main animals come to play. It was a breath of victory, knowing I had all of them playing my game. I finally got a hold of the council and I am reaching out to other packs across the country and beyond as an alliance to the new dispensation. I wanted to be recognized amongst the main packs in those top countries and the Lycan king. Alfred was the main Lycan but with a secret that had already pushed him off the chart. I see the way he is with Freda, and the naive girl hasn't seen the worst of him

I tried my best to keep my eyes off him, but the intoxicating scent of him kept pulling me back unconsciously. “I suspect he’s our mate, Ellie, but isn’t it uncommon to have a second chance mate this quick?” my wolf, Ru, asked, but I shut her out quickly. I was wondering the same thing before she spoke, and I needed to know what that meant for me, and my future, being the Lycan King’s mate, but I couldn’t dare ask. The Lycan King was not Vito, they were two different wolves with different authorities, and if the rumors I’d heard about the king were true, then he was very strict, merciless, and straight-up evil.

“I’m here to talk about the one living in this packhouse.” Greg sighed deeply, he knew where this conversation was going. He massaged his temples and looked at the old man with a pained expression “And what about her?” The old man narrowed his eyes “She’s just a normal wolf, Your Majesty. She shouldn't be here.” Greg’s jaw clenched. He’d known there would be complaints, but he hadn’t expected the elders to confront him directly. He was the king, and what he said went. “I’m the Lycan King,” Greg said, his voice hard but steady. “I can invite anyone I want to join this pack.”