Romans & histoires The Lycan King's Secret Daughter

he started, voice breaking, hot with anger, and protectiveness. Jesse’s gaze cut him off. “Both of you…. Bow down.” Immediately… both of them dropped, trembling, and shaking. I could hear their hearts pounding in my ears. And then… He snapped his fingers. And his violet eyes immediately became pure silver. Those eyes! This color of eyes only… Only belonged to the Lycan King. I froze. My mouth went dry. Ryan and Aria shook violently. “You! Y-Your… Majesty…” they stammered.

“H-how would you know that, Your Highness?” Duncan met his gaze. “Take a seat, Lucas. We need to talk.” •••••••• While the king explained, Lucas’s head was lowered, his face pale and disturbed. “Arianna Greystone bears their blood. Daughter of their fallen goddess… the goddess who gave the Lycans…” Lucas paused, shut his eyes, and ran his fingers through his hair. Another beat of silence passed. Duncan let him digest the news. “Lylah?” Dread filled Lucas’s tone.

Grayson sighed and raised his hand. "King Davorin, this is Luna Violet and our daughter Amelia," Grayson growled firmly. His large hand clasped his as he shook it. "Two female Lycan hybrids, you are a fortunate man, Grayson," the king replied sternly. Grayson nodded and brought us around his desk dragging an extra chair for Amelia. We all sat and I continued holding My daughter's hand getting strange vibes from the large man who kept looking down at us both. I looked up at the king and my brow furrowed at the scowl on his symmetrical face. Davorin was gritting his teeth I could tell by his clenched jaw. His amber eyes kept falling on Amelia and it concerned me. Michael cleared his throat and

However, the rest of the werewolf world happened to be against them, seeing them as a threat that should be eliminated, especially the Lycan king who thought that no one could defeat him. The haunting of the silver wolves began. Due to that, they sought to increase their population, thereby mating with other clans in secret. But when it came to the reign of your father, he realized that he and his sister were the last pure-blooded silver wolves. In a bid to keep to the will of his ancestors, he went about killing the crossbred silver wolves. However, one day, he returned only to meet his sister's lifeless body. Now, he had no other option than to let the crossbreeds live. However, he had wip

"My child. Gwendolyn?" "Very well. Of course, Ma'am." And now it all made sense, Salome thought. This man was not one of them. He was not a werewolf but a Lyxan. Her daughter is now a Queen in a Lycan Kingdom? Tears filled her eyes and dropped down her face. Why did she not care to inform them? Did a mean is little to her that she didn't care about them? She didn't care about how much they will miss her. Of how her abrupt missing would affect them

“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.

“Open your mouth, girl. I’m not stupid to untie your arms.” My instincts told me not to trust him. I could survive without water for a bit longer but I didn’t trust him to give me plain water. When I didn’t open my mouth, he shrugged and gulped the water past his throat. “The Lycan King wants you because you’re the threat to his claim to the throne. You’re the daughter of the late Lycan King, Nathaniel Lockwood.” Everything started making sense. Alex wasn’t bluffing after all. The current Lycan King was my uncle who had killed my parents to become the Lycan King and wanted to kill me because as long as I was alive, I was the rightful heir to the throne.

Kaiden inhaled a sharp breath and said, “Proceed.” “People say the Lycan King is a man that has lived for over a thousand years. Even after living for so many years, the moon goddess didn't bless him with a mate. So they say he attends every banquet even if he's uninterested only because he was in search of his mate.” Oliver said in one breath. “What if his mate is from our pack?”

His eyes narrowed as they travelled from my father's shaking lips to his toes. "Forgive me, I did not mean to question you," my father stammered, his bravado crumbling. "But my daughter... she is a woman. You..." I knew what my father was driving at. Everyone in the room knew, but they were too terrified to voice it. Why was the Lycan King taking me? Fear settled in the pit of my stomach. Had I traded the role of a secret mistress for something worse? I stole a quick glance at Kael whose mouth hung open in disbelief, and then at Aurora, who looked ready to snap from suppressed rage.

Kelissa insisted, her eyes showing some onyx shades despite her parents’ surprised looks when Greg mentioned things that were not discussed with any advisor. Greg raised his eyebrows at the heiress’s interruption, and reminded himself that he was going to be there for only another few more minutes at most. The Duke gritted his teeth, and said in a low voice, “If you read the news properly, Kylton, you’d know that she is one of us now. She’s a Lycan. She’s the Lycan Queen.” At that very moment, the door fell off its hinges as it burst open.