Novel & Cerita The Lycan King's Secret Daughter

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.

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

“Is everything alright?” “Yes, of course!” she said, pouring some milk into my coffee before handing it to me. “He was just looking for information.” “Information?” I repeated, bringing the coffee cup to my lips. “Apparently,” she said, “the Lycan King found his second chance mate last night in Room 14, and she’s disappeared. He’s called for a search until she’s found!” I didn’t realize I’d dropped my cup until I heard it shatter on the floor.

he said softly, his voice carrying a note of genuine curiosity, "is this?" Richard stepped forward quickly, his expression tight. "Your Majesty, that is merely my... other daughter. Elena. An omega of no particular importance. I apologize if her presence offends…" "Offends?" The Lycan King's eyebrow raised slightly. "Why would she offend me?" The question hung in the air, loaded with implications that made my father stumble over his words. Kieran moved to stand protectively in front of me, his body shielding me from the lycan king.

Something was eating her dad up and he hoped he would be willing to share it with her. The wizard stared at his daughter and thought of shielding her from the truth but for how long? It was only a matter of time before she would find out. And who knew if he might be dead by then? "The lycan king... is coming." He simply stated as though those five words were enough to explain everything. "For my hand again, isn't it?" Xylia, on her own part, did not need a soothsayer to explain it to her. She could understand.

she said, and Ivy touched her neck. “How do you know that?” Ayla asked her. “Because I'm part of the midwives who were assigned to the Lycan during delivery,” she said with her head bowed. “Is there anything else you would like to tell us?” I asked her. “The Lycan had special powers,” she said. “That's the reason why the King kidnapped, and mated with her. He wanted a daughter,” she said. “Because his first one died?” I asked her.