The Lycan King's Secret Daughter Novels & Stories

“There are forces here that will not welcome you waking up… but for now… you are safe.” Alexander let out a shaky breath, his chest rising and falling. He looked at the lodge in the distance. He could feel the elders inside, the whispers of the pack, the watching and judging. But for the first time, a small spark of courage lit up inside him. Somewhere in the forest, under the red moon, the strongest omega he had kept hidden for so long had noticed the Lycan King—and felt, perhaps, that he had been noticed in return.

We got to our cars and Greg pulled the door open for me but before I could step in, Aaliyah's voice stopped me. "My King," she said behind me. I turned around to her and beckoned to her to straighten up. "Yes, Aaliyah," I said as I studied her face. "I don't know how to mention this but," she paused and looked at Greg, then turned to me again. "The rumors about a new Lycan in the west are growing louder. My King, such a threat can only be erased once you get an heir," she said, her voice firm. My heart skipped and it wasn't because she mentioned the fact about an heir. No, it was the new Lycan rising.

The whole thing made my stomach tight, but still I gave her a wordless nod and stepped forward before large double oak doors. Before the guards could pull the doors open, my wolf picked up a man’s voice. An announcer speaking amidst the light music playing. “…gather tonight in solemn remembrance of His Late Majesty, Lycan Kingsley Stormborn…” Kingsley? Hunt’s father. My breath caught and I looked from the guards to the maids present but none of them would meet my eye. “... and of the late Luna Vanessa, beloved mate of our Lycan King.” My pulse stuttered so violently, I gasped out loud.

“And since I have chosen the Queen, the one chosen by the Goddess will still be respected as a noble in this kingdom,” “What does that mean? Was she, not a Lycan?” “What? A Luna chosen by the Goddess is not a Lycan?” “No! The king has yet to go into detail so let us not get ahead of ourselves,” “She’s a Lycan and the daughter of one of the most noblest blood of the Lycans though they had been swiped by the false accusation of our dear elders here,” Yulo furrowed his brows when he heard the one thing he mentioned to Adhler last night.

“But… how did you know it was mine?” Lea shared a quick glance with Marcus, and he nodded, encouraging her to continue. “The moment I saw it, I knew you weren’t just any Lycan. This necklace…” She gestured to it, her expression soft but serious. “It’s not just an ornament. It’s an heirloom. A symbol of your family’s legacy.” Marcus took a deep breath, his gaze fixed on the necklace in my hand. “Your mother, Princess Anita, was the daughter of King Artemis—the true Lycan King.”

Opposite the Lycan King, the exquisite woman by his side and the two girls around my age seated at both sides of the royal couple. “Tell me.” The Lycan King started. His sharp eyes boring into me and staring at me intensely. “Your name is Amber?” “Yes, sir.” I nodded. “You’re the girl the charges were made on behalf of? The Alphas stated you experienced abuse in the pack?” “Yes, that’s true.” I nodded again as I explained. “I grew up as Maggie’s twin sister. As Alpha Logan and Luna Natalie’s daughter.” “But—“ the girl to the right interrupted with a frown. “How can you be…” she trailed off then shot the Lycan King a look and turned back to me. “You’re a Lycan. How could you live as their dau

It held an edge of darkness and danger to it. My heart raced hard, and different thoughts coursed through my mind because what in the world was going on? Enzo responded. “But I have information that might stop the war looming and put the Lycan King under your feet. I heard he has a powerful daughter that he keeps hidden in his palace. She is so powerful that only a few people have ever laid eyes on her” My heart froze at that moment and cold shivers ran down my spine. I could hear my heart beating in my ears, but it wasn't comparable to the fear that slowly crept through my soul.

The two other Alphas sat forward, curiosity gripping at core of them… finding a foreign mate was a touch out of the ordinary. “You have our attention.” Hudson murmured, taking a long draw on his cigar. I grinned, taking another drink of my scotch, then swirling it around in my glass, watching it intently as I spoke. “She’s the daughter of the Lycan King, Ethan Ryan.” “Oh snap.” Alexander proclaimed, utter shock and dismay written all over both my friend’s faces. “Where did you find her!”

There was silence as he stepped down toward me. “Damian of the Silverclaw Pack,” he addressed. “You’ve invaded our land and drawn blood in our city. Explain yourself.” But I couldn’t take my eyes off Skye. “You…” I rasped. “You’re here…” She looked away. “She was taken from me,” I said, louder now. “She’s my mate. She belongs with me!” “Enough!” the Lycan King’s voice boomed. “You do not own her.” “She is my daughter,” he said. “Skye is the long-lost heir to the Lycan throne. My blood. My only child."

I stared at the spot where the King and Queen of the Lycans had disappeared into the trees, their cloaked figures melting into dappled shadows like characters from some strange fairy tale. My fingers were still tangled with Christian's, our picnic half-forgotten around us, and a laugh bubbled up from my chest - sudden, uncontrolled, slightly hysterical. The Queen of the Lycans had just invited me for tea while wrapped in nothing but a cloak, her hair wild from running in wolf form. If my mother could see me now, she'd either faint dead away or disown me on the spot. Possibly both.