The Lycan King's Secret Daughter นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I didn't expect that she would find someone to follow me on the same night. It was so disrespectful. I took out my phone and called Gina. I said, "Are you happy now? How does it feel to know the truth? It feels worse, doesn't it?" "Did Blake tell you? Well, he holds nothing back from you. Stop showing off in front of me. A daughter is nothing. Unless you give birth to his son. A girl can't be the Lycan King," Gina sneered.

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

"I am the Lycan King, and I am more powerful than you can ever imagine. You'll need to ask your father about that. I've heard stories of your planned insurrection, if you have a grievance, you'll spit it out now." Kal Fang's eyes widened in anger. "You would not dare mention his name here again," he said, flaring up once more. "Oh, I would," I said. "But I am not here for that or to kill you. I am just here to find my queen. She needs to be turned in for questioning. If you know where she is, tell me now." Kal Fang glared at me for a long moment. Then he turned and walked back to his throne. "I do not know where your mother is," He said. "But if I find out, you will be the first to know. Sin

She had left a parting gift. I swallowed the bile in my throat, my hazel eyes turning to absolute flint as I watched the skyscrapers of the human city grow closer on the horizon. I was alone, wolfless, and cast aside by the most powerful man alive but I wasn't empty. Deep within my womb, a tiny, royal Lycan heartbeat was already beginning to pulse. I was carrying his heir and he would never know.

"Milly, Andy still doesn't know you're my daughter, does he? Tell him, and he'll choose you." My father's voice came from the other end of the call. But just thinking of Andy in bed with another she-wolf made me sick. "No, father. I'm breaking up with him. I'll settle everything within a week." My father, the Lycan King William Gomez, sounded overjoyed with my decision. "The council elders have already finished drafting the succession announcement ages ago. Once you come home, you can take over and become the new Lycan Queen at any time."

“My own partner… she died because of that cursed poison. I watched her waste away in agony. In my heart, anyone who supports or protects the Dowager Empress is directly complicit in her murder. I have carried this hatred for years. This is your perfect opportunity, Your Majesty. With the full support of the three elders, you can rightfully seize back control of the entire Kingdom and bring justice to all those who have suffered.” The dungeon fell into a heavy, suffocating silence. Then the Lycan King finally spoke. He raised his hand and pointed directly at me — curled up, broken, and barely conscious on the filthy floor. “She is my daughter.” He then turned slightly and pointed toward the o

“I’m not insane, nor am I searching for just any girl my daughter’s age to pour my love into! Gwyneth is a Fire Lycan, just like me, the only other one left in this world besides myself!” For a moment, the king said nothing. “I wasn’t alone at Asterra Lake. Warriors, priestesses, and members of the royal guard witnessed everything. The Moon Goddess herself could not have given me a clearer sign. Believe me or don’t, it changes nothing. I have found my daughter, and I will stand beside her until my last breath!” The king flinched at the fierceness in those words. “I’m seeking the truth, Leora. I never meant to cast doubt on you.”

I clutch the diary to my chest and cry for the woman I never knew, for the child who never drew breath, for Valerian who carries guilt for one death when it was two. "You shouldn't have seen that." His voice breaks behind me. I spin while clutching the diary. He's standing in the doorway. And he's crying. Actual tears streaming down the face of the Lycan King. "She was pregnant?" His voice cracks completely. I nod and can't speak past the lump in my throat. "She was carrying my child?" "A daughter," I manage to whisper. His legs give out. He collapses to his knees like someone cut his strings. The sound that comes from him is pure anguish, raw and animalistic.

"Stop calling me that." "I can't. It's who you are." He killed the headlights, plunging us into darkness on the side of the deserted road leading to the Pepperwell forest. "You need to understand what you are. You aren't just a Lycan. You are a Pureblood. The daughter of the Lycan King Gregorius and my sister, Elizabeth."

he says, his voice calm but undeniably firm, “is not merely the orphaned hybrid that grew up in the human territory, nor simply the fated mate of Alpha Ezekiel. She is the lost daughter of my late Uncle, Prince Daniel, granddaughter of Beta Roman and is my Cousin. A foundational member of the Lycan royal bloodline.” For a moment, the room is silent. Utterly, completely silent. No whispers, no gasps. Just the collective sound of dozens of high-ranking wolf leaders having their reality abruptly shattered. Then the whispers erupt, a sudden, chaotic wave of sound. “She’s what?” “Didn’t Roman’s daughter die years ago in a fire with Prince Daniel and their child?” “She does look like her, I can se