The Lycan King's Secret Daughter 소설 & 이야기

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.

I buried my face in my chest Maybe we should check, let's rip her clothes off to see if she's hiding a tail somewhere,” she ordered. I prayed fervently, hoping someone would come to my aid. “That's enough “ a deep voice cuts through the room. It was Wesley Blackwood, the Lycan king, the most feared monster among all kinds. “I mean, no one dares lay a hand on her,” he commanded. His steps were heavy as he walked towards us. My heart almost jumped out of my throat when I saw him emerge from the shadows.

Quincy sighed, “I hate all of the vagueness, but I will do as you ask.” They landed and a security team met them as they exited the plane. "Princess Emma, your father is waiting to meet with you. Can you fill us in?" Quincy tried hard not to balk as he listened to them talk. The Luna was a princess, as in the daughter of the Lycan king? Why would they allow her to leave the palace and live in a regular pack? He had so many questions but they would have to wait. They entered a black SUV and drove the short distance to the palace. Once they arrived they were left in a conference room. Quincy raised an eyebrow at her, "Princess," he asked her. "I am not a princess, but they insist on calling me

“She's the Lycan Princess they lost years ago.” Corbin nodded once again. “Sofia. Daughter of the Lycan King and his late wife. The girl whom those Noble Lycan families had tried to kill several times, yet she survived. I mean... I don't have any proof against the Noble Lycan families, but that's what my spies in the Lycan Kingdom gathered. There are talks of some prophecy about a white Lycan rising at their need, and the Noble families are afraid of it.”

' 'Dear Moon he's Aric King! 'I can't believe my eyes, Queen Amber is the daughter of The Rightful King of Beasts and Queen Emmeline.' 'Who would have thought that the daughter of our King will save us from the injustice that we had faced in The Kingdom of Lycans after Aric King left us all!' 'Queen Amber had proved that why her house is supposed to lead and why Darach King's house is supposed to protect the Kingdom of Lycans. Ruling is in her blood.' Ignoring the crowd's whispers Aric gazed at his daughter, she was too focused on the Oracle to notice him, her own father, or the people that surrounded them.

He shifted fully in the space of a breath, bones snapping, muscle swelling, until the great Silver Lycan stood before me, roaring loud enough to shatter the night. Everyone would know something had happened in the Lycan King’s quarters. More warriors poured out through the door as they heard Zane’s howl in the night. Their eyes were wide as they shifted. They looked confused but it quickly gave way to understanding as I sensed the communication through the mind link. The King’s rage was also enough to tell the story. “She’s gone,” I forced myself to say, holding up the letter like a cursed relic. “Luna, our daughter, has been taken.”

“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

“Please, Damon… Go home. Nothing you say would make me come along with you. Let me stay here.” The words felt like arrows piercing through the Lycan king’s chest. “How about Hector? He’s my son, too. This isn’t just something you can decide on unilaterally.” Harper knew he was right. The child she’s protecting has been imprinted with the Lycan king’s blood. Soon, he’ll grow up to be the pack’s heir… and ten or fifteen years from now, akin to the Lycan king throne. She can’t deny that fact. She can’t just claim Hector to be her own.