The Lycan King's Secret Daughter Novels & Stories

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.

“Let me introduce you to King Alaric Anjou the Third. The King of all humans, werewolves, and magical creatures alike.” I nodded slowly, tracing the lines of the drawing. He looked so much like Lucien it made my skin crawl. “So he’s of French stock, too?” I asked, trying to keep my voice casual while admiring the picture. “Is that all you have to say?” Vivienne asked, her tone dripping with disappointment. “What did you want me to say?” I shot back. “I don't know—show that you're impressed! I just found out that the entity inside of you slept with the Lycan King himself. I cracked the code, Seraphina!” She threw her hands up in the air as if she had just won a marathon.

I have our daughter with me, but he has our son. Every day, I ask myself how he is. Is he being treated well? I hope so. He’s the Lycan Prince, after all. The heir they all wanted from me. The sole reason why they accepted me as the king's breeder before. "Abi is already asleep; aren’t you going in?" I heard Jiya softly say behind me. I pressed my lips together and shook my head. "Later," I whispered just enough for her to hear. She sighed and sat beside me. "It’s been years, Selina. Your life is better now. Do you really want to go back to that hell?" Concern was evident in her voice.

The Twin Kings: Caspian and Octavian Vance Prepare to Absorb the Blood Moon Territory. My hands started shaking. I picked up the magazine. The article detailed how the Royal Lycans were coming to collect an old blood debt from Alpha Blackwood. Nathan's father. The article called them the most ruthless executioners in the shifter world. It hit me then. Three weeks ago, in the alley behind the city bar. I had snuck off the territory to breathe, and I watched a man tear three armed rogues apart with his bare hands. I had thrown a glass bottle to distract the last rogue who was sneaking up behind him. He had spun around, grabbing me in the shadows. He breathed in my scent, his golden eyes lockin

That's why I can't seem to understand what happened back there in the woods. Why was my Lycan clamoring for her? Why did my heart swell with a crazy urge to protect her? Why do I wanna rip off Elder Hamilton's mouth for suggesting she gets burnt alongside the captured rogues? Like fucking why? “Maverick,” A voice interrupted my thoughts. It was Elder Hamilton. The oldest and only elder in the Kingdom who could address me with my name and not have his neck snapped instantly. “Yes?” I replied gruffly, feeling irked by his very blunt suggestion of having her burnt alongside those vile creatures.

I hated the effect she had on me, especially my wolf. Clenching my fists, I allowed Sophia, my soon-to-be Luna, to touch my body, although I hated the feel of her skin against mine. But it was a necessary evil for my kingdom. Lycans were not easy creatures to control, and even the females were hard to manage.

Someone to pass on the coveted title to, someone that would be deserving of the entire European kingdom, and someone nobody would dare defy. When I was born, everyone rejoiced. I was everything and more that they had dreamed of, which is why at a young age, the title of Lycan King was passed on to me even before I could find my mate, my Queen, which was far from tradition and rules, but my father, the former King, was always known to challenge such things. Everyone believed I was going to find my other half with no problem. I was their definition of perfection and because of that, they strongly believed that the Moon Goddess would give me someone that would also be worthy to stand by my side