Novel & Cerita The lycan king's hybrid queen

I buried my face in my chest Maybe we should check, let's rip her clothes off to see if she's hiding a tail somewhere,” she ordered. I prayed fervently, hoping someone would come to my aid. “That's enough “ a deep voice cuts through the room. It was Wesley Blackwood, the Lycan king, the most feared monster among all kinds. “I mean, no one dares lay a hand on her,” he commanded. His steps were heavy as he walked towards us. My heart almost jumped out of my throat when I saw him emerge from the shadows.

Ryan looks down at Lester's broken body, before frowning back over at us. "Wasn't you locked away, how did you get out?" Max asks Ryan with a frown. "We broke him out and we're talking about the lycan king," I say answering both of their questions. "The what?" Ryan asks as a look of confusion cross face. "The Lycan king, the son of the first lycan," I say. "What's a Lycan?" Ryan asks, still looking confused. I look at him for a moment seeing that he really doesn't know who I'm talking about.

“I don’t know, Princess. The King— “ “Queen.” The correction slipped out subconciously as she froze. “I’m married to your King.” Her face turned red. But I was done with disrespect. In the palace, several times, I’d let maids and even the lowest omegas get away with disrespecting me because I was a hybrid Luna. Not anymore. Afterlife or not, I wouldn’t tolerate one more snobbish person. “Yes, I—" She trailed off, her cheeks blazing. “Apologies, Queen. The Lycan will return to the room when he wants to.”

"Miss Eleftheria, things in the kingdom were always misrepresented in those lying books. The queen was a blue-blooded lycan who was forced to reject her first mate, a beast. The moon goddess gave her a second chance with a powerful blood lycan and king of the lycans." I listened with great interest to every word Adeline said, as she seemed to know much more about the history of the kingdom than the books in the library. “The queen and king marked each other, but after years of trying to conceive, she finally succeeded, just two months before the beast leader visited the lycan mansion. Many in the kingdom said the cub was the fruit of her relationship with the king, but the witches knew the t

"If you're her mate, why is she with the lycan?" Alex snatched his arm away from him, lifting his chin in a defiant tilt. "He's been tracking her for a month. Don't put this on me. If you had been honest to her, we wouldn't be in this situation. We'd know what the Lycan King wants with her." He slammed the door behind them and turned to face Alex. "I know what he wants. Not all hybrid babies make it, but when they do, they have strong genes. Jane made it, and that's why he's chosen her to be his queen. He wants to mate with her-"

“The Grand Lycan King is here!” The girls instantly spring to their feet and rush toward the window in a frenzy, pressing together like starving birds rushing toward feed. I follow, curiosity tugging me. I’ve heard countless stories about the Lycan King since childhood. Lycan King Raegon Varkis. The half-wolf, half-dragon king. A rare hybrid. The most powerful being in the entire realm. I’ve seen his face in magazines and watched him on screens, but seeing him in person is not that easy.

He and his brother only equaled three. "What do you want with her?" Maxwell stepped aside. His voice had lowered. Something felt special about the Lycan before him. He didn't look usual like the ones they say in textbooks. He looked ancient. "That would be none of your business. Step aside" he pushed Maxwell aside. As he bent to pick Amelia up, Maxwell caught a glimpse of his eyes. They were hidden perfectly well but still, he managed to see them. Maxwell swallowed hard. They were orange. The lycan before him was royalty. Only the leader of the lycans has orange eyeballs whenever they shifted forms to their forms. One could not tell the difference if they were in their human forms but now, i

he added, and I just shrugged. “Come on, we both know you don’t deserve it. You said it yourself, something is special about our family,” I said, getting up. I started circling him, and he followed my every movement. Not even letting his guard down for a second. “I am the rogue King, and Emma is now the Lycan Queen,” I informed him with a smile. At the mention of her name, his eyes sharpened. My little sister. The hybrid. The key to this entire war.

The air hummed with excitement and anticipation, as the celebration reached its crescendo, a testament to the resilience and unity of the Lycan people. Amidst the vibrant atmosphere, Uriah, the newly crowned Lycan Queen, radiated grace and confidence. Her regal presence commanded attention, and her infectious smile lit up the room. She gracefully moved from one group to another, engaging in conversations with her guests. Her genuine interest in their stories and concerns endeared her to the Lycans, further strengthening their loyalty and support.

“I’m going to take you home, and then I am going to call in some food for us, I know hospital food is shit and you probably didn’t eat.” “No,” she said turning to the window. “Who is the Lycan King?” Soma asked. “His name is Gideon,” I said. “He wants to ensure you are safe, and he knows you are confused about a lot of things.” Now she is going to ask questions and probably hate me, or not believe one word I tell her. “What is a Lycan?” “A hybrid Werewolf,” I said glancing at her, I could tell she was nervous, she moved around a lot.